Wednesday, July 01, 2026

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"But over Faliero they just hung a black curtain. And when in the 16th century the room was redecorated after a fire, Faliero’s portrait was replaced by a painting of that black curtain..."

"In the afternoon heat, one feels language losing its ability to restore presence, becoming a form of administration of a traumatic, irreducible absence. Perhaps it is time for a return to the Economy of the Unlost." —@dreamsofbeing.bsky.social

2027 Nobel Prize in Literature.

worldlines i only intersect
as the seagull dips
bill to mail, marl caked
on the mismatched hubcap

so little it would take—
cars honk behind me
lowered electric window
along surd's worldline

Lovely night here in Texas.

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