spooky signs unspending
spawned by kindred outlines
bleeze-leam antelucan
shellac peruke fishing
fadeghost of the future
befitting mute herald
"Our world is not divided by race, color, gender, or religion. Our world is divided into wise people and fools. And fools divide themselves by race, color, gender, or religion." --@mhdksafa.bsky.social
"red velvet morning"
congeal whispers
whittle vespers
devout autumn
reviles phantom
marching robots
arrest habits
stirious cadge
strikes the kludge
undertaking
some tame hawking
eye on scrimmage
scuttle damage
scuttles beetle
through the bottle
stirious cadge
strikes the kludge
Poetic Consultation of Su Hui's Star Gauge. (thread)
" 'I walked down a patch in the woods until I came to a corner. I went around the corner to see if spring was on the other side.'
'And was it?' asked Toad.
'No,' said Frog. 'There was only a pine tree, three pebbles and some dry grass.' " --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
"The judgement of posterity is known to be the only true one. So there seems no point in getting any other. I wonder so many people do it. You seem to be very wise." --@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social
"cat scar"
a strayed strangling
straddles each angstrom
bluegray grimace
greets this dimwit
onyx aspect
with edge blasphemy
i nudge nimbus
to nab thick crimson
Wild Bull and Raven Are Friends.
transfigured
homesickness · with stars enhanced
shore of incessant smashing
ashes of ev'ry portal
the darkest
part of the labyrinth kissed
torture museum · grab bag
of daggers · fortunate furl
& ev'ry churl transfigured
"Below the upper surface he realised how his inland taste for solitariness was reliant upon the presence of absent others." --Debatable Land
" 'Hurry!' said Frog. 'We will run and catch it.'
'No!' shouted Toad. 'I cannot do that.'
'Why not?' asked Frog.
'Because,' wailed Toad, 'running after my list i[s] not one of the things that I wrote on my list of things to do!' "
--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
barbed-wire gloaming
funest gleaming
queue to the cairn
carbide acorn
noontide gloom
this cracked china
cubewano
in its orbit
of bruised inwit
frore urchin
curling in space
the seasons sparse
no sphere sapphire
groundlings suffer
these lapses
carolling
barbed-wire gloaming
"I was looking forward to taking a short walk and catching up with friends."
wisteria cone
incense from Pier I veiling
my black light posters
"butterfly
in the midst
of the pacific"
--@poemexe.com
"Someone needs to take the Epstein files to a Coldplay concert." --@stonekettle.bsky.social
burnt umber ortfield
acreage shrink stakeless
car-sized spiders spiralling
espouse drowse
even as i sever
acreage thirst pursestrings
even as i starve
Confessions Of An Opium Eater (1962). ☆
word amidst flickerthrist
the one pausing runoff
collect good ladders
line from a minefield
word scumbled over
textures hexed with nomquabs
the one haunted botfly
across deep fleshchasms
"It had been my task
To assist the lost through the
Mists, the fog of fists."
--@rayhourigan.bsky.social
"Made for $17M in B&W, the studio paid another $17M to colorize it."
Old Norse-Icelandic Technical Terms. (via @rhunedhel.bsky.social)
“The bark
or nightword”
—Loba
stale bread burning
crooks cry havoc
brine crystals
pale upon black pants
old theaters & their alleys
a parrot's answers
torn paper towels
make new napkins
attain unknown
In 2015, the GDWG set up a project, Refugee Tales, pairing established writers with “individuals who have direct experience of Britain’s policy of indefinite immigration detention” for stories modelled on the pilgrims’ narratives in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. (via @drlauravarnam.bsky.social)
Wall of fire on the Reykjanes Peninsula.
"Dropped my phone into the goo[ ] at the bottom of the dumpster. This is how my villain origin story begins." --@gypsymoon1969.bsky.social
"my thoughts
were like a deck of cards
shuffled by a drunk"
--@metaphor-imagine.bsky.social
Greatest academic footnote of all time.
"your reflection drinks
from the pond before you do—
its thirst is older"
--@wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
Everyone watching the Sun go down.
"The extreme provident caution that must accompany adventure is cousin to the theoretical pessimism parents deploy." —Debatable Land
My highest encounters have been noncanonical & unmediated, wild things in the wild.
"Even though I knew I was talking to a machine, I couldn’t not be nice to it."
mechahitler
camel hither
health crime
lame hitcher
a rich helmet
he melt chair
he emit larch
charm the lie
char the mile
"Flocks are flurrying to flesh talons
—whirl of wingbeats— wheeling, stooping,
swart-shadowglossy: swoop plumb downward,
cries clamouring with cackles of glee
to earn offal. Erne and raven
dive, and dangle on their doomed perches,
blademoisture-birds, battlesweat-thirsty,
whom heroes sate: the hoodie-crow,
cranes-of-corpses; in a clotted dew
swim swans-of-war."
--Rahul Gupta via
They're asking Grok what to do & then not even doing it the way Grok said.
Confessions of an Opium Eater.
"I was explaining to my Ukrainian colleague the phrase ‘There’s no such thing as a free lunch’. She told me the equivalent in Ukrainian is ‘The only free cheese is in the mousetrap’ - which is so much better" --@sjblakemore.bsky.social
"Amnixiel"
hiraeth-wounded rondure
arachnid guild building
guild building
guild building
moist fist of removal
of removal
of removal
marchers paid in radon
the multiverse votes up
ventures such as pinchbeck
as pinchbeck
as pinchbeck
spectacle spins raincheck
spins raincheck
spins raincheck
in the spore-gowned clownfeast
Minotaur
labyrinth-entombed forlorn
this sole reflection of flint
entered always always shirked
"There have been as many plagues as wars in history; yet always plagues and wars take people equally by surprise."
—Albert Camus, The Plague, 1947 via @sharonk.bsky.social
Neptune-synched high-inclination object. With 0.735 eccentricity.
"FUN FACT: The ASCII code 88 is the letter X.
88 is a white supremacist numerical code for 'Heil Hitler'.
Musk names everything 'X' for this very purpose."
--@webrant.bsky.social
"a single snowflake
on the horse’s black mane
then not even that"
--@wolftwinthomas.bsky.social
"Things get so bad that describing them is an act of obscenity." (I wonder what in 1992 he was referring to? Oh, right.)
"82
They prance in woodland
I saw these creatures · strewn as trash,
beside castoff paper · and sticky popcans
scattered reckless · at the side of the road
discarded from some · speeding coach.
They darted once · from dappled ponds
to fields filled · with flowers and beasts,
as summer’s light · shone on the backs
of their manes and sinew, · muscles sleek.
They prance in woodland, · practicing charms,
games that no human · can heed or solve,
chanting the songs · our senses can’t grasp,
darting to mounds · our minds cannot find,
the holes beneath earth · our eyes cannot see,
the spots in the leaves · our skin cannot feel—
What crimson stains · cast on concrete,
slivers of flitting · shadows, flattened
like a page, whisked · into wind, and mangled.
What fence we’ve caught · these creatures inside,
the sharp metal shards · scraping on skin,
what fur sticky tar, · tarnished by sun.
What creatures are caught, · crushed by an eye,
ground in the mirror · of the motor’s sheen?"
--Cassidy McFadzean
Showing up to the coffee shop with this baby and turning all the heads.
"sundown
creaking
the moon wanes"
--@poemexe.com
“The most tragic form of loss isn't the loss of security; it's the loss of the capacity to imagine that things could be different.”
― Ernst Bloch via @jacobwren.bsky.social
How the Worst Day of My Life Became the Best.
narrow road to the north
no shoulder sharply
announce chagrin
pull on pale cerulean
say we are sore pent
past serious
broken trees line the brooding
color of the cold sky
breathe cairnstuff
Constance Garnett. (via @olgaz.bsky.social)
each stepping stone · is its own quicksand
the early glamour · glugs in my ears
weird blue light · of Long Covid
& torn fields · ferrying loss
my noon knowledge · nenuphar-dark
& quicksand quest · in the empire of ferrocrete
"Everything that's not being dismantled is being corrupted." --Rebecca Solnit via
"Another explanation of the deadening of our survival instinct is that the changes in living that would be required are so drastic that people prefer the future catastrophe to the sacrifice they would have to make now.” - Erich Fromm (via @libshipwreck)
"the silk-winged strix
lonely in the knowledge
of night hunting"
--@magedah.bsky.social
The 1 train on the NYC subway tonight.
“The Absence of the Muse
O Muse, where loiterest thou? In any land
Of Saturn, lit with moons and nenuphars?
Or in what high metropolis of Mars—
Hearing the gongs of dire, occult command,
And bugles blown from strand to unknown strand
Of continents embattled in old wars
That primal kings began? Or on the bars
Of ebbing seas in Venus, from the sand
Of shattered nacre with a thousand hues,
Dost pluck the blossoms of the purple wrack
And roses of blue coral for thy hair?
Or, flown beyond the roaring Zodiac,
Translatest thou the tale of earthly news
And earthly songs to singers of Altair?”
—Clark Ashton Smith
All we invent anymore is new ways to lie.
"Then, on June 30, all of the past reports vanished too, along with the federal website they lived on."
"As Frederick Douglass said, 'The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.' " --Fanny Howe
“ASPEN TREE your leaves glance white into the dark.
My mother’s hair was never white.
Dandelion, so green is the Ukraine.
My yellow-haired mother did not come home.
Rain cloud, above the well do you hover?
My quiet mother weeps for everyone.
Round star, you wind the golden loop.
My mother’s heart was ripped by lead.
Oaken door, who lifted you off your hinges?
My gentle mother cannot return.”
–Hamburger’s Celan
"Schrödinger's Epstein List"
Görsnygg for the snide notes
snug Sockerbit lugged books
emptier wrapped Rigga
rue-gaps back in Kjuge
Underpasses Are Liminal Places.
"The illusionist
Alluded to knowledge that
Had eluded all."
--@rayhourigan.bsky.social
Time is/ the hemlock/ I drank/ just to be/ with you.
