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🤔…both.

"A Batman film or TV show but it’s just Bruce Wayne doing business deals and living his life. Batman always off screen." —@steg68.bsky.social

me: that's what being a poet is like

Tlön is breaking through.

"broken in the strong places"

1.
glitched recording glaiveswap
glue of tomies, wheezing

canal's mudroom mangled
in the midst swerve dusk-fervor

dreich suicidaire meant
dark windows of spurned parking

2.
shadow project prying
through pressed mistakes' gleam-seeming
any word sends surcease
of sand's empty urn-churning
shells litter where shapes moved
shrill branches the dead mansion

Excerpt from Mr Either/ Or.

( via / via )

Godlings.

"Trump is mentioned more often in the Epstein Files than Jesus is in the Bible."
—@madoe2014.bsky.social

Asger Jorn refuses a Guggenheim.

"crunchy chattel"

clad, unclad in clownwhite
claustral paths these tin-gnostic
grays of my years yearning
a yam's plug of grace-nuggets
nowhere-to-mail missive
amercement thick, sharp rickshaw
however well wended
hwyltoom in the cracked lumens
narwhal's-tooth attentive
takes a news lull robed cobalt
city of squid squalor
squishy with rendfish pennies

"Creators who belong to the most centered groups simultaneously get to be celebrated for who they are — but also their identities are invisible, and therefore their lives are more protected."

( via / via )

Is that a giant earwig he's fighting?

"The jealous mandate gives prophet. The devilish community inlays empowerment. The detailed jam soothsays leek." —goings-on at Moltbook

The first major poetic response to the Great Famine.

"The castle populous"

irremeable mischief
monkeyshines to smash china
not this way to weather
weird news in the rude season
saffron light of linger
larceny's owl, gift-parsnip
one-glove mailbox glance floor
irregardless whets larder

Also, barn cats.

( via / via )

"The Time of the Weird is a Spiral." (via Mefi)

"Pessoa, in a note describing his ideal:

'The sensibility of Mallarmé in the style of Vieira; to dream like Verlaine in the body of Horace; to be Homer by moonlight.'

(The Book of Disquiet, tr. M. J. Costa)" —@yoonkim.bsky.social

Long, Long Time.

rose-return from torment
turdnexus, to bloom vexless:
but when, whirr of choppers;
wherefore, corp of child stealers?
winter sunlight wizens
wanhope in cold grep capsules
the strange door... astringent
stroll among oblong goal posts

The Chain.

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— Unwanted Narrator (@unwantednarrator.bsky.social) January 29, 2026 at 11:15 AM

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Pancho & Lefty.

"miasma"

hammer-headed godlings
hilch sprites in the thin shindig

Ghost Riders in the Sky.

"Every pastoral seals an epochal white-knuckler." —John Peck

Chatter without a Language.

( via / via )

Chasing a supercell.

My understanding. I'm not sure that i have any understanding apart from pictures of my understanding.

Oh Oh Plutonium.

lost words in the winter
walg of bards who bear fardels
flicker candle—flatiron
flying saucer—muse boskage
meritless thread thrallward
threnody where knives prizefling
not the news we're used to
nestlings of questbright shambles
tweed upon stool's stammer
stereo drool, wrenched oolong
& the day out darkens
daft as ants the prance scuttles

🧊.

( via / me )

Thingu.

"Palantir is working on a tool for ICE that populates a map with potential deportation targets, brings up a dossier on each person, and provides a 'confidence score' on the person’s current address." —@404media.co via (Just like they pick targets in Gaza.)

" 'Americans are so accustomed to this basically peaceful, prosperous, and open world that they tend to think it is the normal state of international affairs, likely to continue indefinitely,' Kagan wrote. 'They can’t imagine it unraveling, much less what that unraveling will mean for them'."

"toward Imbolc"

idipo gray Grinchus
grumbles through the new humbug
not the old & irksome
equal for one so freaky
where could sign up wharfside
whelmed & reading screeds crackling
bards in some small ingle
sempiternal watch otchkies
ever have held, hopeful
of hap, blank sheets, dank wisdom

To Every American Who's Sorry.

( via / via)

The last Nobel laureate to gift their medal.

"and my heart is stricken
to think how everything in this world passes
and barely leaves a trace."

—Galassi's Leopardi

Earth-directed X1.95.

"box of something"

seedplant bitter side-eye
summon in allshade landle
complex habits hurtle
through halftime & game scrimmage
but out there is antlers
splintered doors ajar wintry
& dissolute lackwit
allures us gazewise fury

In Norwich first.

( via / me )

Walk Away.

It's always bothered me that a singer who wrote songs didn't write "I Write The Songs".

Beds are Burning.

Michelin Man staggers
amidst snow & gray mistbanks
fearful, angry, fumbling
to fill quotas blur-bloated

thought this would win thalers
therapy play ape-alpha
empire's oldest raincheck
& ill guerdon law's pause-lapse

Lozenge world is ours.

( via / via )

Sign for tonight's vigil.

"Crown of Tholins"

blurred crescent acquittal
crazymaking time rhyming
the slope slog back daunting
slalom among flung zombies
sky appeal long painted
papered over wall mauling
the capitol carrion
accumulates much prateship
still we are aimed ergot
irrespective knife lectures
pale cerulean reivings
& the rude work of lurkers
blurred crescent acquiring
crisp functions with last pastimes
power to find fumestains
faily clear depict heroes
wistful the stool workers
where wars leave a grieve-echo
days like drizzle wisping
delicate thrills in old buildings
up this slope armies
imbricate state-run networks
the blurred crescent blasts out
blasphemous song wrong number
somewhere else they're standing
stark stage of the rage vector
we melt into mallshreds
amerce what is soon strewn there
amidst rumored rampikes
roar of despair turned feral
tab of watcher taken
midtask as the urge burgeons
crescent nothing needfire
narrowing whirl thirls fasten

A Solar Eruption from SDO.

"It is a hallmark of failing societies, I've learned, this requirement that one always be in possession of a valid reason to exist." —One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

"I feel all my inklings and apprehensions draw together into a concise and emblematic narrative." (via @alinaetc.bsky.social)

( via / me )

Last night’s flare.

"stepped outside for a vibe check and saw a beast fuckin hauling ass towards Bethlehem"
—@joshscherr.bsky.social

"A poetry profoundly involved with its age, scrupulously mindful of particulars, discreet if not downright self-effacing in regard to the personal self, and charged with an innate faith in the power of language as a vehicle of revaluations."

"bold ruler"

saber dance consenting
serial nudge trudge onward
didn't get shit shelter
as the shapebreak words hurtled
green arrow earmark
ire without aim, wild biledark
& saber dance fang-dribbled

Baltimore.

( via / me )

Burana.

lesion-leading scarecrow
lunatic captain tunes up
i pass tended plotsites
plethora soon brings weather
keep your head down comrade
cast among hwyltoom goombahs

carry on, bridge bruckle;
bring it, plasma-jazz ratbag

Take Five.

Finding fault is not control but pretend-control, as if insisting that one's framing is the only one that is correct, a battle lost becomes a war won. Whereas "not this but that" is inherently dialogic.

Only Songs.

( me / via )

Schnabelperchten.

" 'Why is it cowardly to hit a person when he is down, or to strike a woman? Unkind and violent and quite inexcusable, but why cowardly? And why are bullies always cowards?'
'They cannot be. Bullying is very brave. That is why they bully people weaker than themselves. They know how brave it is.' " —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Venezuelan disinfo roundup.

"The Tower"

a leaf-blower blindfold
blurry despair crawls wary
as bomb weather worsens
widdershins the squid dervish
tumblebug attired now
torrid darkness shark-eager
enfeoffed state of fasting
fires grayed with delayed shizzle

Nondescript Shrapnel.

( via / me )

Grandmother's Attic on a Winter Night.

haggard Wolf Moon, hanging
hoist on its own moist fathoms,
war & all that; ullage
island & its lensed pylons

What birds are actually up to.

"Is how tasteless it is, this lamp, known in underworld Esperanto as La Lampo Plej Malbongusto."
—Shadow Ticket

Everybody Knows.

( via/ me )

Quadrantids.

clown-ruinous riot
derived from fibthrive frolic
still unclear though stareskull
stunned screens of the scorch thunder

To the Parting Year.

"sadness/ remembered/ and/ some/ gardens/ had tears in them" —A Humument

The end (the doors cover) jam over the abyss.

( via / me )

"The Garden of Allah is perhaps the only representation we have of what a genuine Ronald Firbank film would be like."

"what with moltapuke or voltapuke" —Finnegans Wake

"Look toward the Dallas skyline on a cloudy winter night, for instance, and watch the buildings and monuments flow like wax into strange and fascinating new shapes."

athwart thunderation
threshold breached & veshch tree-chain
sprite lightning, belated
labyrinth of drab footlights
envelope empty
athwart thunderation

Thrushes.

( via / via )

Not Quite Music.

"former profession"

lay of the leaf-blower
later given shiv sharpness
ancient vanish-venom
verge of the known sheer stonework

Capitol Mall, Saint Paul, Minnesota.

“ 'I don’t know what it is, not to be ordinary. Most people must be that, or it would be something else.'
'Well, a lot of people think they are not,' said Julius." —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Books in the Classical world.

( via / via )

My Mother Would Be a Falconress.

" 'It is not the last straw that breaks the camel’s back,' said Thomas. 'It is all the others.'

'It can hardly matter which straw one is,' said Bernard." —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Under the Bridge.

embryonic brainwash
allotropes of corpse tallow
lit in the moon lungfish
lasting terror from scarecrow
ev'rywhere-lost isthmus
allotropes of corpse whisper
red, blue, green chess moves

Hetconned.

( via / via )

Potential marble armrests.

not yet jolted justice
journeying heartburn dawnwise
organ music miregauze
muffles the weird tint fluff-slash

Dragonfly timeline.

"being a rich tech guy in the 90s must have been so sick. every morning you start a web page that sells ring tones, sell it at lunch for 2 million dollars, get dinner at a 'sushi' restaurant and go to a night club wearing a cologne called Apartheid Sapphire" —@shutupmikeginn.bsky.social

Beta Pictoris b (star pictured above).

( via / usatoday via @diane.dianeduane.com )

A puppet painting a portrait in acrylic.

"So in an air less rare than longing might
The dream of flying lift a marble bird."

—Léonie Adams

3D printed living room furniture for the rats.

   "NSPM-7"

—maskcrowd— polycrisis
accrues —Ensor— hard musing
my old days reëcho
no answer worth blur-thinning
so blurt (why not whimper)
whammy we dree, fly-amber
in the long munched mournfest
main with black flags strafe-haggard

Tanka.