( via / via )

"This is a book for those that have tired of moral emptiness."

"My current favourite two-word anagram phrases:

1. Daemonic comedian.
2. Remote meteor.
3. Supersonic percussion.
4. Persistent prettiness.
5. Aristotelian retaliations.
6. Integral triangle.
7. Soapstone teaspoons."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social via

Yekermo Sew.

sculsh flapdragon scarp
discusses trick diction
grows boils in the gills
Garamond-veiled jail door

Siwarha glowworm
westering brisk questions
all this in orb house
uffish mirth we suffer

Best Mothra.

( via / me )

String tangle.

"night traffic
i see
on a mountain path"

—@poemexe.com

"He pens the ‘Flirting With McCoy’ Star Trek script and 'wholesale defect' children’s cartoon Catty & The Major, as well as recording the Captain Beefheart-esque The Energy Draining Church Bazaar album with 60s psych-rock band The Unofficial Smile Group."

all pretending toll
termite-gnaws the murmurs
pale cerulean pose
repair shirks its carol

last of the lean tests
Caligula's signet
all-pretending tide
tailspin pale cerulean

"When I was first introduced to alliterative verse four years ago, I realized that it was a particularly ancient and potent form of magic, and became obsessed with learning how to compose it myself."

( me / via )

How We Weep and Laugh at the Same Thing.

thristclench melted · mastiff-
mirth scaffold & laugh
we were here we heard the
hot thunder of naught

All the Spaces We were Meant to Hold.

"What do you get if you cross an anagram with a joke?

A kind of joyous, eager magic that wows at any hour."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Meme.

( via / via )

"They fucking disappeared Hamdan Ballal."

landscape of thorns lines
the low road henceforward
tell them our fall furled
say few could win safety

to the ducks here hexed
i hail from thin window
the proud flesh that fled,
the flayed shadows madding

Darkness.

"Nightfall’s silver needles
Narrowing our marrow..."

--James Hart via

People in silent movies watching movies.

( me / via )

The Stones of Krasnov.

"It's always very funny when people recommend you read Sun-Tzu's The Art Of War, because it's about 10% 'Know your enemy' and 90% information about how many carts and bags of rice you're gonna need for an invasion." --@steveboots.bsky.social

Trellick, mon amour.

"Krasnov evaded"

the old darkness irks me
inyenzi attends
faithful as an oath-scar
eye-mote no blinks unjinx

dark as the range-dungeon
adorned with iota thorn
i lose roll time rummy
riddling out this grid

yet close darkness dices
a due meed its bleed
words like a waif dewfall
awarded one dord

i know so little

"At the end of the day, these phenomena were narrativized, exploited, and used to induce panic, terror, opportunities for control, and eventually led to the self-cannibalization of a community."

( via / via )

Modular synth patch bit.

"i don’t want to buy a mask anymore.
where would i go with it anyway? i am not that man.
i have seen the fires already & they have seen me.
we do not all want the same midnight. oh if only we did.
mine has sugar & a heavy moon. theirs
has a pane of glass from which they dream
of watching us burn."

--Robin Gow, guy fawkes mask via

I Write These Words to Delay.

"non perforated perforation"

years to build bursting
bitter winter witness
Krasnov says, kris-fling
in crazed sunlight trundle

redbrick phony road
from here wrecked & fearful
full of memes fuming
fadge no magic 8-ball

pair of shadows shore

Testimony.

( via / me )

The 4chan regime.

"oneiric battalions"

tulip trail continues
tattered more in threat
the ghost pizza piste
perne in deranged changes
up is down & deep
dithers on the mythbrink
raincheck for the ranch
corrosive dearth dosage

The region around Rho Ophiuchi.

"A shatter'd World in wild Disorder tost [tossed],
Leagues, Laws, and Empires in Confusion lost..."

--Rowe's Lucan

Dorian Gray.

( via / via via @tribe.bsky.social )

Haiku.

"soft breeze
whichever way i turn…
of memory"

--@poemexe.com

"But insiders tend to think that falsificationism in its full power is wildly implausible, and that talk of paradigm shifts is so vague and overplayed as to be a bit meaningless at this point."

olive & rock ark
urchindrown abounding
this desert darkblaze
ideal to wreak steal in

sussuration rash
rawdogging the ogham

Quotidian. (via @maryanncorbett.bsky.social)

( me / via )

Something negative about I. C. E., detailed oil painting, edward hopper.

"Toad opened the front door. He looked out into the night." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Embroidered lanscape.

exist · nestdesire

Tiffany bottle
for sprite capturement

exist · nestdesire
zigzag neon being
virulent flicker
a flash then the ash thrown

images of Oz

carry nothing
but know where to find

bleeze-leam of the lays
of loothcarksome darkness
exist nestdesire
zoldering gold crackle

So You Think You Want to Expat?

( via / via )

Night on Bald Mountain.

"GARDEN OF EDEN (Palindrome)

I made, in Eden, a cradle.
Here we were held.
Arcane, denied am I."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Valley of the Moon.

wiseacre or is
elsewhere wine deemed seltzer
maravedi mid
amok scree of details
thrasyleon thrall
throng entertained brainless
& ice shadows us
unable curb neighbor
unable bling blab
blown our fancy chances
& a state let stand

"Wondering how many of the noble truths you could teach through Bruce Springsteen songs."

( via / via )

Magageddon.

"bells chime
above the fish
now autumn arrives"

--@poemexe.com

Tanka.

"field notes in the zombie apocalyse"

Wellcare playing cards
cold tupilaq drooping
gaunt list management
among crashing hashtags

no sun yet sends urn
such trimglitter touching
explosive steam plume
that is plague-breath's tether

mercy in the moon

Kleptocalypse.

( via / via )

Nightmare Alleys.

ache-pattern on Etna
elfwrenck lured to sink
& leave ping of language
allotted foxtrot
through hoarse hurried carols
the hap trickles thick
vacant lots of victim
averted gaze days

Lake Michigan in the cold.

"It was hard to believe the place was really in use; that anything really functioned. I was aware of an uncertainty of the real, in my surroundings and in myself. What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind." --Ice

Novelty and Curio Catalogues.

( me / via )

WanderBall.

"The Gods of Destiny were laughing at me--screaming at me! I felt the cachinations of their ribald mirth, stabbing me like knives. Me--terrestrial fool! Terrestrial Fool. The lack-wit who thought a woman was sending him a love message--whereas it had been sent out for a lout with a lead helmet." --@harryskeeler.bsky.social

NON HO SONNO DEATH FARM.

"Merrick"

still we must insist
on sabledrape neighbors
tell them nothing tithed
teach them not to reach out
potholes hard to hit
& heaven's grace levelled

Nothing forsworn survives the drawings, the photos, the words.

( via / via )

Gulf of Luigi.

"It is a moral duty to listen to reason, but it is not a moral duty to listen to unreason." --@gkchesterton.bsky.social

The Night We Were Ravenous.

topsy turvy corvid
tills the killing fields
greige grass recrudescent
Groundhog Day in play
& surreal rest follows

red tides disturb curb-sill

"...the relentless consumption of suffering and injustice does not change anyone’s material conditions. It may feel like we’re doing something, but during such moments, we are experiencing an impact rather than having one."

( me / me )

"Critchley has written more than twenty books on subjects as various as suicide and David Bowie; this must mean something."

"The same dudes who fetishize the supposed lost strength and competence of their forefathers want computers to write their emails for them." --@kibblesmith.com via @aestallings.bsky.social

Tanith Lee at Astra. (via)

"rolling gargoyle"

iceberg masque in Usk
answerless enhancement
words emptied by winds
wassailing throb goblet

melt icebergs amerce
mincemeat in a dense fog
this parking lot's lurk
lurid with the curefail

"It’s like, what would Herblock do?"

( via / via )

The Queen of Spades (1949). ☆☆☆☆

"drinking Fresca on the precipice"

chesspiece parsed in wood
perfect weight & gateway
cobwebbed now coigns rob
of coming here deerlike
out of the erg fog

Lines for Centos.

" 'Can you think of an average person?'
'Well, I would rather not think of one,' said Ursula.
'Most people must be average,' said Catherine, 'or there would not be such a thing.'
'Well, let us hope there is not,' said her sister."

--@icomptonburnett.bsky.social

"It is the season of suicide and divorce and prickly dread, wherever the wind blows."

( via / via )

"As a piece of treasured myth, to push across the table to each other and use in our stories, it’s a profound image. As a lifestyle it’s just kind of embarrassing."

"the holes in the wall
they look very important
a white moth"

--@poemexe.com

The Sorcerer to His Love.

indigo source ice
answers wistful discharge
cerulean crash wrench
roster holocaust crisp

indigo warp waned
of wiry snap firestorms
persuaded this sward's
swagfest in the dragnet

Karnak filmed when firn
festoons all the rescues
i walk between twerk
& twisterscape tryst-shrug

Nomos Alpha.

( me / via via )

Kekius.

iceberg edifice
ailing raffle sapphire

bright streets & bare trees
entrust nothing busted

cyber wagon walg
awarded burn lordship

auburn ragged orb
this isle without doubtshrift

Potsherd.

"my starter pack is three dogs in a trench coat" --@kimmysunshine.bsky.social

Wreck.

( via / me )

"Since the election, how many of us have felt ourselves to be suffering a similar punishment perpetrated by our own nation’s eagle, albeit a little less dramatically than the fate suffered by Prometheus?"

sharp leafshadow dorp
our share of pox tocsin
recrudescent frass
Rorschach made of horse shit

the leafshadow load
my long fasting masters
is only air pinwheeled
by oil guzzling buzzards

"Which of the values that formerly served a society well can continue to be maintained under new changed circumstances?"

"At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished."

—Ivy Compton-Burnett via @dunn4authors.bsky.social via @icomptonburnett.bsky.social

"It’s scary to admit that what we have been doing is not working, and that we may not know what to do next."

( via / via )

A Habitable Grief.

twisting branches braced
debridement's keen greensward
halcyon December else
semblance crag & ragged
sirens attend sunned
sittingstede sans witness
the book binds its nook
aboard a slow snowflake
& time waits in womb

stilbchuck · friction state
stereo blare wary

Life on a Killer Submarine.

"the night is long
guided by their mother
dark forest"

--@poemexe.com

"Carter told Dylan he never understood the experience of the workers on his family’s peanut farm until he heard' I Ain’t Gonna Work on Maggie’s Farm No More'."