Showing posts with label #haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #haiku. Show all posts

Thursday, September 24, 2026

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Banksy bought a used yacht, repaired it and retrofitted it to serve as a rescue boat to save migrants in the central Mediterranean.

   low moon, faint & fuzzy;
& the tiny lizard also i
   almost didn't see

On "Radium Age" scifi.

"Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part."

Moby-Dick, Ch. 11 via @celticstoic.bsky.social

Another great painter of nocturnes.

Monday, September 07, 2026

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Because it is.

"I had never heard of Flock cameras in my goddamned life and then one day I woke up and every town council everywhere had just unhinged their jaws months back and excitedly horfed down a full surveillance state." —catvalente.bsky.social

The Shuto Expressway that appears in Tarkovsky's Solaris.

salt crystals sparkle
redgreen & clear—like a reluctance
that is also a duty

"It was his own copy. It had somehow made its way from a gypsy cab in New York all the way through various book dealers to this place in Texas and back to him."

Thursday, June 25, 2026

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The Arrogant History of White Ben.

   cicadas drowned out
for a moment by airplane
   as i check the mail

Ten Forgotten London Films.

"One in ten classical Tamil words are Sanskrit-origin, with a higher percentage for religious writings and a lower percentage for everyday Tamil. This is actually on the lower end for Dravidian languages. Telugu, spoken in Andhra Pradhesh, has a thirty percent Sanskrit vocabulary; for Kannada, spoken in Karnataka, almost half the words come from Sanskrit, roughly the same percentage shown by Hindi. But Hindi is written in Sanskrit’s script, while the others are not."
—Amit Majmudar via

Reading Gravity's Rainbow in Hiroshima.

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

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"Who are the great divagators of literature?"

   woodsmoke & dovesong
Venus & Jupiter vie
   step high in grass lush

Computer Hacking Documentries Mega Collection.

"I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams - like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves."

~ Hermann Hesse via @poeticoutlaws

Journacide.

Thursday, June 04, 2026

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"We live our lives as if we are telling ourselves a story. And we live surrounded by the stories of others."

   golden leaves against
slate gray sky after so much
   staring at pixels

"One also need not be canceled to be problematized, but being problematized is, I think, an inevitable byproduct of having been canceled."

" 'Chasm' feels like the correct word to describe what is left behind, because what has been done to the future, in a process that still seems nowhere near its conclusion, is essentially an extraction of possibility." —Julian Brant via

Early DALL-E was honestly the pinnacle of AI and it should have never been allowed to move beyond this point.

Saturday, May 23, 2026

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Because you do not wrestle with your angel.

shiny black grackle
in the WalMart parking lot
air full of other cries

You think this has nothing to do with you.

"I sometimes think of myself as one of those land mammals who have to keep moving toward the remaining source of sustenance. The time when the abundance of the wild could nourish everyone is long gone. That’s why you might find me in your garbage cans, my grubby little paws latched onto the carcass of your rotisserie chicken." —Lincoln Michel via

Before Hinduism, Buddhism, or Jainism formally claimed Kailash, there was Zhang Zhung: an ancient kingdom existing from roughly 500 BC to 625 AD, centred almost exactly on the massif, with its own script, language, and religion.

( via / me )

50 years of Goth in 100 songs.

"...the crux of their distaste is just that: a distaste, a shudder of aesthetic revulsion. What they are reacting against is the texture of life under liberalism." —Becca Rothfeld via

"The relics from the marshes of VanderMeer’s novel felt eerily like the photo of my wife that fell from the bookshelf that day, and her books."

yellow Corvette
troubled sky
encounter soon forgotten

Longbridge Foxes.

Sunday, February 15, 2026

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Bachelorette.

merle stabilimenta
subfusc amass castles
bright shelves filled with folly

aisles fastened with dial tones

That could almost be Perseverence on Mars.

vapor wisping off
a chrome truck bumper

clown surviving death

Red Right Hand.

Monday, January 26, 2026

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Sequence.

   white around the pool
in the antelucan murk
   last night's ears ringing

I made miniature books of my OWN books or the latest book nook.

I gave Chat control of my life & all it did was print out GPS directions to the nearest bridge to jump off.

Which Side are You On?

Sunday, January 11, 2026

( via / Welcome the Unknown according to google image search but actually me )

Rocket Launcher.

"If you're a young person you have no idea how long we've all been listening to Small Government and Liberty stuff from the right. Nobody at all believed any of it lol" —@internethippo.bsky.social

Truckin'.

billionaires in the clouds
fishing for peasants

with unbaited hooks

Aurora Over Norway.

Thursday, January 08, 2026

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Encounter.

"It’s a wicked world in all meridians." —@mobydiockatsea.bsky.social

"...remember in misty delirium..."

through my own windshield
no bullets were sent flying

some scattered droplets

Green Grass and High Tides.

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Sunday, August 10, 2025

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Early Morning.

"Made two good emendations in Fulgentius this afternoon and now I know how Dolly must have felt when she wrote Jolene and I Will Always Love You on the same day" —@aristofontes.bsky.social

Dunt: a poem for a dried up river.

   full moon through the trees
fierce Venus with Jupiter
   on killing, on awe

"Barely an hour ago, Palestinian journalist Anas Al-Sharif warned us all."

Friday, August 08, 2025

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"I've been pulled into a disciplinary meeting for saying robotic slurs at work."

"Frog tied some string around the box. 'There,' he said. 'Now we will not eat any more cookies.'

'But we can cut the string and open the box,' said Toad.

'That is true,' said Frog."

—@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

I didn't know "Hot Rod Lincoln" was a cover.

“Pork Chow Mein”

grebes have no hist'ry,
   personal or collective,
like the sands they stalk

a grebe is like: snow
   the morning after it has
melted, unobserved

a grebe is like: fire
   that can rage through a forest,
light an incense stick

a grebe is: clumsy,
   graceful, ugly, beautiful,
as the light changes

grebes never speak their
   hearts, no matter how heavy,
the sea can do that

i can only watch
   a grebe so long: my mind snaps:
that is their defense

the first grebe stood at
   the edge of the first sea and
then there were others

if something survives
   the earth’s destruction, will be
a grebe’s thin shadow

(1983)

Irreducible.

Saturday, August 02, 2025

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Was the 2024 election stolen? A knowledgeable answer.

mottled shade early
on the turn from the feed road
aria joining

Doomsday.

"Whenever these LLM guys say they think AGI/artificial superintelligence is in the works it's like hearing someone say that their next toaster is going to break the land speed record" —@ianboudreau.com

"This makes me so, so sad, like watching a school burn."

Friday, June 13, 2025

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Marie Antoinette.

"THE RENEGADE (Palindrome)

Named a general,
war began.
Amid, I manage, brawl,
a renegade man."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Juliet Delta Kilo.

"German Backwards"

1.
skwiff-skwumpf · squint margent
grinds tank treads · trysting with Waterloo
all-channel coverage · chonk cahoots
of the Blitzkrieg fudge · furled creek
& pale cheek border

2.
   lovelier than tanks
is the absence of a tank
   on a June morning

3.
   not Tankman
wisp crankshaft wan grotto
standing up in words stuttered
a glut of birds glimmering

the streets belong to the birds

Tan suit.

Wednesday, February 05, 2025

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Someday we will have.


"stonehenge
we swear our love
from late autumn"

--@poemexe.com

Alonement under a blank sky.

unseen geese murmur
i climb the brutalist stairs
winter-overdressed

The Trial.

Thursday, January 30, 2025