Saturday, August 08, 2026

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14 vowel-sound poetry.

Haiku looth as though,
Whispered, the argent
Book boiled down all day.

(2016)

"The Fall of Baghdad"

Dark candle, you could call me
Now or let this knife make
Noise
Across my moon snow
Each slavish landscape void
Puts less out.

(4/2003)

The Dalliance of the Eagles.

"Remembered that year I wrote entirely in copperplate (I was 13, you can imagine, doing three languages at school 🙄 and humanities subjects, all that essay writing)"
—@minxmarple.bsky.social

"...it was a trip her 12-years old son had organized for the two of them - from flights to visas and hotels, from Tianjin to Abu Dhabi, London, Oxbridge and York - all were done by the 12-years old boy with the assistance of Doubao, the Chinese AI chatbot."

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