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Residue.

"agentic cage nit"

remigration grapnel
grugprab on the slab bleats
stop & go flow-strangury
stillborn wisp of hearseprong
Hertzsprung map my purple
penitence as chance reaps
in the street red wingspan
in this rout bard lockjaw

"If we were to take seriously that we, as humans, aren’t the sole authors of our world, that there are other intelligences at play, that we are only one of many agents of change and transformation, and that 'we' aren’t even entirely ourselves given that 'we' are composed of many 'others,' many strangers that nevertheless make up what we call a 'self'—what would a philosophy and politics emerging from this look like...?"

Poets are a subset of Clowns, but they don't know it. Which makes them the highest kind.

Every day I get closer to turning my home into a wizard’s tower 🔮.