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Texas. Not what you think!

blood bus'ness
zarf
rotkohl spiel

moon-mad aisle
loud woods
stage voice

If i had to do it over again i'd be a puppeteer in Prague.

"Automated moderating has decided that Artemisia Gentileschi's Susanna and the Elders is adult content." —@evacide.bsky.social

"That sentence is so peak 2026." —@rebeccasolnit.bsky.social (thread)

"At first light each had to find their own again and put it on. The word for that morning is kinuginu 後朝, once written 衣衣. ."

Here it comes... the large coronal hole is almost directly facing Earth now, which means fast solar wind is 3-4 days away. In fact, NOAA SWPC has just issued a G1/minor storm watch for Oct 2. This means there are chances for mid-latitude auroral displays Thu and Fri nights. #heliophysics

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Gender neutrality in languages with gendered third-person pronouns.

werewolf antheap
watch slow loom
poising ark

whiteout deadweight

"I have separated the art from the artist..." (thread)

"I wound up looking at over one hundred ceiling fans for this small blog post, and I’m sure you’re all wondering which one is my favorite. I have to say it’s the 'Hanke 36.22' 6- Speed Dimmable Reversible Ceiling Fan With Led Lights And Remote Control" ($167)" —Kate Wagner via

I only know that summer sang in me.

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Back in the Kalahari.

"Whales categorize vocal music by species; whale-song, human-song, mouse-song, parrot-song. But all instrumental music is called tool-song" —@ctrlcreep.bsky.social

New style icon.

      "nerves of steel"

fascination switchback
this is the final battle
riddled with gray grottos
   no cool change
   bushels ashchoice
too hard fetched · flaw proud
holy snakebite bilked

Barmecidal spider

Makes more & more sense all the time.

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Otters put away their toys.

"Richard Slotkin, in his Bancroft Prize-winning study of the American frontier myth, argues that the captivity narrative did not just function as propaganda aimed at Native people. It functioned as self-absolution." —Renee Stonebraker via

Whence & Whither?

"blinking regatta"

after long rolling
oil well wheelpull
highway loop
car out

"...academics in permanent roles are like faraway stars, whose light takes years to reach us on earth. Looking at them, you’re looking into the past."

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Night Notes.

"French people are Italian people in a bad mood" —Jean Cocteau via

A length of cloth that agrees to be a person's shape for a while, and then is let go.

"anti-pattern"

robot bullying
moon pale run
fraught wild plan
self-coined doubt

Mood.

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Atmospheric paintings by Tim Wilson.

"Touching grass is not enough I need to fight a raccoon over a pizza crust"
—@lukelukeluke.bsky.social

Catwoman.

fulmvortoj
chance rain
walls pushed on
tribe
without melt
green pool

"...the meandering, nerve-raw flashbacks of one Maria Wyeth (Tuesday Weld), recalled and recounted from the grounds of a posh mental hospital. (Which looks instead like a tycoon’s estate garden and is in fact Greystone Mansion, locale for a notorious gay murder-suicide, in 1929.)"

https://www.tumblr.com/endlessmazin/822873630296948736/morphokinetics

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To a Minor Poet of the Greek Anthology.

"Gas has hit a price where siphoning it is a white-collar crime." —@sundaedivine.lol

"Ultimately the story of Lucien is a tragic one, and the reader can decide if that’s due to the faun in the early part of the book, or because of Lucien’s own desires."

Equinox soldier
bounced back email
wood pylon

coign lose

"It occurs to me that preliminary sickness of Yage is motion sickness of transport to Yage state."

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Bruce Conner's film & one more.

"Riches are certainly no proof of merit: nay they are often (if not more commonly) acquired by persons of sordid minds and mean talents: nor do they give any intrinsic worth to the possessor; but, on the contrary, tend to pervert his understanding, and render his morals more depraved."
—Humphrey Clinker

Narrative of an American Girl.

"redefinition of the second"

stormlight, jet plane
still, some ploy
spools past rout
caught on beastfoot

Don't tell black people.

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Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

scoriac mist
ruse of scathe clout
bronze swoosh
thought cries
guest foist

Senior Night.

"By the third day, my phone had died. There was no electricity, no way to recharge. All the extreme contingency plans I had carefully arranged (contacts in the UK experienced in ransom negotiations, FBI connections through family) became meaningless. We were unreachable." —KK Kozik via

Clown minimal: 20 tracks from techno’s goofiest moment.

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"I have only a kind of stoic and improvised reckoning, alone as I watch the bats and the owl and the satellites."

loud croon cark
joy's quietus
watches soot float
at pain set

Listen Up: Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass.

"In the wake of Wendell Berry's passing there have been a number of memorials rightly extolling his advocacy for local culture and attachment to one's geographical origins, one's hometown, etc. All good stuff, a necessary corrective to the uprooted internationalism of late capitalism. Not enough is said, however--and Berry himself was lacking in this--about people for whom this prescription doesn't work: migrants, immigrants, displaced people of all stripes. People like me, for instance, whose 'homeland' is a complicated mix. Sometimes 'home' isn't home, and the heart finds its place in other ways." —@andrewfrisardi

A Dozen Undervalued Movie Satires.

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S. S. City of Benares.

glow swirl dance
edge sink
dark soon

each look fades

lights round
choice cost

The Last Days of the Danube Institute.

—Favorite pulp writer? Cornell Woolrich. He was our Dostoevsky.

Gonna write an epic poem that covers ALL THE BASES. Oh wait, Mr Dante beat me to it..

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Now that's what i call poetry.

"trick or not, my crimson spit-seal still sticking" —Tom Snarsky via

What the Kennedy Center was.

jackal headwinds
drywall goulash
sloyd-made ode

prowl good feed

Much as i appreciate novel verseforms, i think this one lends itself better to syllable-counting than accentual-syllabic pentameters. As blank verse (which is enlivened by variation) it’s terrible.

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Death & cheap-ass products.

"Jupiter develops space travel"

dead grass, burning street.
Nardo Gray ride.
foined hoof spawn
Faust mewls.

I was reading This Tree Grows out of Hell by Ptolemy Tompkins. My wife asked me what it was about. “Aztec theology,” i said.

"A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state overnight. It is barely domesticated, a mustang on which you one day fastened a halter, but which now you cannot catch." —Annie Dillard via

"...techniques change and one could talk about painting by making a sort of history of the techniques of painting." (This goes for poetry too.)

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I can smell death.

drillbit winsome tendril
warrior smirks
the drivearound furnished
Xerxes' helm found
cure where the dark circles
& no one cares
to feed on you specific
or your fictions

hellbent circus hearkened
harries wodwo
no warrior to revv up
gray Toyota
September stung anguish
stereo thugs

& what thereafter
shut door failure
destroy reels
slog frown woods
like fast set

Hidden library.

"This 'slam'—a showcase of short-form puppetry aimed at adults—is one of many that make up the thriving and thoroughly eclectic New York puppet community, whose underground has flourished in basements and black box theaters over the past five years." —Arielle Gordon via (ungated)

The Only Map I Need.

Whenever i discovered a new obscure author i used to look there to see if he got there first. Usually he had.

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Ash Theory.

"oh yeah my best case scenario is that ai turns the entire internet into an incomprehensible protean hell of superintelligent agent swarms that we have to fence off and abandon, returning to the sunlit world that was our inheritance" —@samkriss

"I have to learn how to imagine a world beyond the one where I am stuck."

while this machine thegnchess
sherbet of stone burbclaves
      curlicue
   or Great Pumpkin
i just want you to know · nomadology wanting

instant decaf
bluwhite fluoresce
shook trade
jawgouge voice
loss

Power carpool perish.

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Measuring corruption.

fettered swarm
unknowingly final time
the burial theme reaches our ears
as across waves

cracked concrete
fern nook
loud drool
highway clipclop
poet ploy

Gnostic Holy Wars in the School of Night.

“In our exploded and massively wallpapered age, I have found that in Artaud the ancient, black springs of poetry are graspable, like a writhing piece of star gristle. Antonin Artaud is the stamina of poetry to enact in a machine-gunned hearth the ember of song.”

— Clayton Eschleman via @mtthwtmknsn

The Cat Man.

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Room 237.

center's pull

more these days
wrong fight drops
cat school's out
net spoilage

The back of the line.

"Parasitism...is a sort of rent. ...It is the thorn in the flesh of the world, another sign, if any be needed, that the world is actual and fringed, pierced here and there, and through and through, with the toothed conditions of time and the mysterious, coiled spring of death." —Annie Dillard via

"If Gnostic Pulp is a strand of literature, then Weird Nature is one of its nonfiction cousins."

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"On the dry Laetoli plain..."

"An honest work generates its own power; a dishonest work tries to rob power from the cataracts of the given." --Annie Dillard, 𝐿𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (1982)

"How can people think that artists seek a name? A name, like a face, is something you have when you’re not alone. There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world, lit or unlit as the light allows." --Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm (1977)

A Peep into the Past.

eclipse dust
where crows could hide
caught boon
honest joy howled at

"It started on January 10, 1901 when the Lucas No. 1 well at Spindletop, near Beaumont, discharged its load in a spasm of pent-up fury."

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Collect.

Probably there are more great artists with objectionable politics than admirable politics. At best, the craziness of the world gets kept out of the art. That’s all we can ask of them.

"I knew and to some degree avoided Mann as a writer of Novels of Ideas, for which I have limited taste and am likely a poor reader, when in fact, as with The Magic Mountain he wrote parodies of Novels of Ideas."

slow revenge
as a good game
not proud to stalk
i destroy

Half of Russia’s six largest diesel-producing refineries are now either shut down or operating at sharply reduced capacity.

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Eyebrow doorway.

"false causality"

trudge paraffin traffic
attract jacked-up
maniacs of mauve dawn
among lungfish
lungfish with the late tide
alert circus
terrible thwart sorties
trudge litigious

Rash into the stone desert.

Only the ones who don’t belong know where they are.

Undecided urn.