( me )

"You need to smash every screen in your house curtis. you need to destroy them all and live in a homeless encampment under a bridge. those are your people now."

"The bottle was black and octagonal, alternating between matte and glossy surfaces. The name was meaningless and slightly strange. 'Black Number' sounded like a code, an error in a calculation, or the title of a film.."

( via / via )

Not to be confused with "quesadilla".

"cough that has a seat at ev'ry table"

1.
scenes of things we knew
in palindromes explain
the play of light
that holds nothing
for awhile set aside
i can't watch the thrashing
what is it all but thrashing
& patterns
that crutch of crutches
time's up

2.
vulturous feasting · as is done
      no hard times
   for henchmen

3.
overlaid fictions · old satisfactions
      wasp hovers
   by the back door
hour on its own tries
to tryst howling mallets

burgeoning kiln · cast off
      points of view
   vaporous rise
i find fizzled reasons
rose-overlaid fictions

At the Tomb of Agamemnon.

"Onstage, members of a full symphony orchestra supporting Mi’kmaw soprano Emma Pennell prepare to perform the piece You Can Die Properly Now – a komqwejwi’kasikl poem written by Mi’kmaw poet, artist and educator Dr. Michelle Sylliboy to honour the children who did not make it home from residential school." —Mackenzie Pardy via

I caught a butterfly.

( via/ me )

Monumental.

"...oil turns Time toward apocalyptic blasphemies." —Negarestani

Roberts on Crowley.

   failson shootout
at Not Okay Correl
   wasphaven
city on fire
   Nero violin
or recording biro

   failson watch
wearier inning
   wasphaven
having foundered
   windows down
before you go

   failson menu

⣎⡇ꉺლ༽இ•̛)ྀ◞ ༎ຶ ༽ৣৢ؞ৢ؞ؖ ꉺლ - ʅ͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡(̸̢̛̼̞̭͋ͅ)̸͚̰͛̔̾̀̿͒͂:̴͓̞̑̌̂̆̊͋̀:̸͎̟̯̂̓̌ ҉ ͡ ͞ ͞ ͞ ҉● ࿀ ● ࿀ ●.

( me / via )

"I mean, I thought I was gonna be as famous as Bertolt and little German schoolchildren were going to be reciting my poetry before school starts."

but i cannot · stop his mouth with clay
   the microphones from humming
treasure · i cannot turn redhats back
   into the broken children they were
come sit with me · in this becrimsoning
   chantpleure of crawlspace
sunset · where a million bucks
   is not too much for a bomb

Steering Wheel.

"How it was that they so aboundingly responded to the old man’s ire—by what evil magic their souls were possessed, that at times his hate seemed almost theirs"
—@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Bucket list.

( via / oil painting by me )

"If the underlying assumption behind the oppositional aesthetics is 'the world is broken and that’s not good,' then the underlying assumption of the floating world is 'the question of the world’s rottenness is not an interesting one; it may very well be rotten but we don’t see why we should care'."

"Joyce used to read me Finnegan's Wake [sic]. I'm in it but I don't know exactly where, and I'll be damned if I'll go and look for it." —Djuna Barnes

Dusk Triolet.

iced inkhorn roisterer
into further earthstede
      your shew-stone
   fin'lly shatters
myst'ries left · luminous clear
for the feckless seeker

(for John Crowley)

Burrowing years' yardstick.