The past 24 hours in active region AR 14366.
"The world’s shadow grows
and every self thins to mist
as we drift inward"
—@underablacksky.bsky.social
25 Propositions about the New Romanticism.
grugprab deepens, gray pawn
agrypnode burns, turnbuckle
winnowing roar, werewolf
wetigo sleet bee-sting
shrill cerulean rats'-nest
Archduke Franz Ferdinand posing as a mummy.
"finally, we're living through precedented times" —@dieworkwear.bsky.social
Likely depicting a jaguar, puma, or pampas cat.
exhume remnant Ralston
rose quarantid floes of
"Ukrainian intelligence foiled an assassination plot targeting Denis Kapustin, the commander of the Russian resistance group RSV, they faked his death and collected the $500,000 bounty on his head..." —Anonymous (Can we borrow some of their smart people? We seem to have a serious shortage.)
🧿 ["Nazar"]
axolotl Bletchley
cleans dynamite embers
funest gnomic hymnal
Ignotus-joust Kotex
Lalibela molybdenum
nonlocal oak peckish
quark rista surrealist
Tarot ukase viewkiss
why xerox your zircon
a bzura coloratura
"In 2015 they said that Windows 10 will be the last version of Windows, what they actually meant that it would be the last good version of windows." —@alexcheetah.bsky.social
"rapture"
begging vagabondage
abuts hobo doughboys
under a woned welkin
word apogee tap dance
sepia-film summer
sent integer hoicking
each mile still remembered
mole's advance to answers
each loss an enlistment
in loiter-stay payoff
the dawns gathered gazing
congruent worlds swirl through
& bluegray bleakness
Tiger Drinking at Forest Pool.
“Mystery isn't something that is gradually evaporating. It grows along with knowledge.”
~Flannery O'Connor, ‘The Habit of Being’ via @willdonnelly.bsky.social
"lectures on the antichrist"
looking outside the sickness
led bitterly Bedlam
it must mean a chess trick
march of sky departures
face of a moon fawning
confessed & still stealing
"Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance."
—Kurt Vonnegut, Hocus Pocus via @rabihalameddine.bsky.social
"My feeling for the mask"
alpha baboon beefcake
bakers of slop cropdust;
in the twilight tailspin
intelligence-knellhush
"You know what my book would smell like? It would smell like an old, well-worn, dog-eared paperback that's been sitting on a shelf in the basement for 30 years: dust and perdition, forgetfulness and spiderwebs." —@mariahaskins.com
The World of The Dark Crystal.
"a hankering to breathe tear gas"
broken tropes to track down
traction on this lacking
dawn grips with bone grinning
greebled despair's fairway
our sad hero heads out
a whole desert rolling
where a drone sky skinflints
my skiffle band handouts
exurb of the abscess
object-orient vorpal
-lice state making mousepad
for the much-scrolled cold case
coral bleaches—blueray
issue (bless their vicious
cardiac fist castoffs)—
i can't find my blinders
evergreen this grieving
grown fantasy dustup
old tunes that were ill-turned
at the time still chime some
& wars not now worried
wield shadowy lowdown
potholes where a pet fell
part word & its guerdon
"The problem is treating racism like a minor character flaw and not the major mental deficiency it is" —@thewayoftheid.bsky.social
"the Master's tools"
von Trapp escape skillful;
scuffle concrete fluffers
cicalatide curdled
caffeine fails this traffic
words—what are words worth
aware as the bear is
First World problems wobbly
warred against & fenced off
sing like the silk clankers
assigned words their burden
in the pale dawn-pinwheel
putrefying muteness
"full armor of god"
Horst Wessel rehearsing
in the half-mast fastness
silence has its seizures
a circus grown onus
not so much i'd notch this
nattering boob rubric
as wings made of weird love
wander across bondsmen
"I often think of the poet and critic Tom Paulin, who in 2000 was awarded a National Endowment for Science, Technology and the Arts worth £75,000 (equal to almost £150,000 today) to write an epic poem about the Second World War... Unfortunately, Paulin only ever published the first instalment of what he himself called a monstrous project', The Invasion Handbook (2003), and seems to have written very little poetry since..." —Jeremy Noel-Tod in the Poetry Blog Digest: 2025, Week 37
"What I really find endlessly appealing about this series is the cover art."
costive glacial glass tire
glob calendar robs us
bonze in bucket leather
banters antelucan
coffeehouse curved scaffold
of cairns seicheblack glacial
"A nice complete collection of old English alliterative poems in translation, including Caedmon and The Dream of the Rood and a whole bunch of stuff. Free on Gutenberg and very good. I was bemused at the poem arguing that the existence of the phoenix proved resurrection, because you don’t often see a phoenix, but hey. If you want a free edition of these poems, here it is." —Jo Walton reviews Cosette Faust.
Gurrelieder. (playlist)
rotting pumpkin offramp
erodes swift the gift rege
whereupon whiz hazards
whited clown won't founder
the price tags whirl—priggish
prankcheck—if a dank cough
wanders in from woundcount
await next big figment
"...as his [Goethe's] first romance he devised six brothers, each of whom 'wrote' chapters in a different language. Goethe thereby perfecting himself in German, English, French, Italian, Latin, and Judaeo-German (Yiddish)..." --Walter Blumenthal,
𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑚𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑎𝑚 (1955)
"Who am I then, in golden September..."
Corporations are people—& people ain't.
Cheetoh's crumbling craters
cross section of feckless
grifters also—grilsetoward
grisly jumpsuit, bumptious—
M Valdemar's mildew
mansion limns their blanchdream:
a spell bricktoss-broken,
& brim curbs with perv-dust
"we’d love to turn off the machine that convinces children to kill themselves, but we can’t really justify losing our ability to lay off customer service agents, now can we?" —@joolia.bsky.social
"a flawless square on Mars"
grain-against—Grim's whetstone—
grinding for but bindweed
to fight shadow fodder
in fellow trick-victims
never meet the movers
nor mark where their lairs hide
can't even fadge entry
to only route Clowntown
“I fight against the gluttony of time with so many very amusing weapons,–with gestures and with attitudes and with wholly charming phrases; with tears, and with tinsel, and with sugar-coated pills, and with platitudes slightly regilded. Yes, and I fight him also with little mirrors wherein gleam confusedly the corruptions of all lust, and ruddy loyalty, and a bit of moonshine, and the pure diamond of the heart’s desire, and the opal cloudings of human compromise: but, above all, I fight that ravening dotard with the might of my own folly.” –The Way of Ecben
Columbia Heights drives out ICE.
awning scrape—on scrannel
scrimmage malign Plimsoll
one-storey this waniand—
weave of Babel leavings
umber in shrift shambles
shalloping gray ballad
all the pilcrow places
pillaged in broad bodkin
erased my path writhing
a rumble sky summoned
melody dear marbled
with motes bloodhued votive
stone that intact turned out
the time curled at world's end
it rains lightly lonesome
along Midas sidewalks
a dark chamber checks with
uncharted dull mullwork
to write epic's rap sheet
where rotten days blazon
treason & mob trouble
a tranche of hell mansions
spectacle field spoiled with
spoonerist carved runesticks
the poet learns parsnip
apparel—drone airspace
unwinding—weird fardels:
this war which seems dreamsick
& quiet streets straying
Like ýlfskr Elf Cookies
echoes limber image
convinces us vapors
vittles are & bargain
Problem solving seems so antiquarian.
"Toad put his head close to the ground and said loudly, 'Now seeds, start growing!'
Toad looked at the ground again. The seeds did not start to grow." —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
Future Dusk undaunted
by death-bringing slingshot
steering wheel burns stellar
stagger among lungfish
Gender jerrymandered
agenda whets chessboard;
nature's game, nimble
as nunchuks, apes scrunchies.
"Gavin Newsom is holding a press conference today on redistricting and DHS agents have arrived masked up and in full gear. Many are armed with guns." —@tinadesireeberg.bsky.social
"Looking forward to the Smithsonian exhibits on killer wind turbines, heroes of the confederacy, and meticulous recreation of Studio 54." —@schooley.bsky.social
Autumn's whisper ice-picked
an age of square ragebait
my tirelight glows glee-reft
glittering road hoedown
