Friday, May 16, 2025

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Pulsating object.

"The problem (one of the problems) with using mutants as a 1:1 metaphor for marginalized groups is that they're simultaneously an oppression metaphor and a power fantasy." --@edidin.bsky.social

Barnabas and Dr Hoffman.

febrile brillig · abrupt snare
   the case to be made dwindles
still we strive · over corrugated
   mem'ries, the fruit of retrospect
dead malls speak · spent inundation
   tell a sorry return
trite betrayals · authors reread
   have nothing much to say
brillig-colored sky · opals that look like
   topaz, knowledge that will perish
in splendor & the sluice · slathers contempt
   a gravelly hardware stop
i walk · where words wither into
   empty & emptier shelves
& all they will have · in the hard turnings
   is that the maze was bad
this riddlesky · skims souls from the drivers
   who percolate unknown
beneath it nuggets · or spooled hist'ries
   of aspirations thwarted
the night draws on · i have this madwatch
   i took from a cooling hand
Babel one · storey more
   is lifted now & forever
by the dry river · brillig scum
   accosts the passing nose
   & this was paradise

Magnolias.

( me / motorized sculpture at smu [melanie's pic] )

Lunar Meditations.

"to speak to the architect"

all things unfold for a reason--
a belief that i cannot endorse
it's a phrase people say
when they wish to allay
the griefs of a terrible season

an architect plans for a target
& you know when that target is met
but we tumble along
like a haphazard song
adding drawbridge & minaret

humans have sometimes a purpose
as the other harsh appetites churn
neither measured or sane
but a kind of terrain
besides the dirt one we learn

ah, were there an ultimate endpoint
or even less toxic recoil
to what doesn't work
i'd be happy to shirk
this lament; put shoulder to wheel

dream architect: nightmare the season
as sometimes the sixsideds land
though cause & effect
in their way must direct
there's nothing to understand

though cause & effect
in their way must direct
there's nothing to understand

The Architect.

"Toad found a lantern in the attic. 'Frog will see this light. I will show him the way out of the woods,' said Toad."

--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

"It takes a fictional drama set on other planets to say what the news bulletins won't.."

Thursday, May 15, 2025

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Works of Lina Persson. (Which i cannot help seeing as Moorcock's character "Una Persson".)

“The desire for freedom is the desire for new rules. And new rules mean new names for things.”
- Adam Phillips, Unforbidden Pleasures via @jacobwren.bsky.social

Crimson and Clover.

trunk of shuffled aliases
disassembled puzzles
somebody else’s treasure

dragon’s howe
but nothing buried
nothing really finished here

all alive & all dead

(2019)

Riders.

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"...the 2022 invasion, coinciding with the end of the COVID pandemic, brought forth slippery jargon intended to make sense of the long contemporary: the new normal, the vibe shift, the revenge of the real."

"1381.

I suppose the time will come
Aid it in the coming
When the Bird will crowd the Tree
And the Bee be booming

I suppose the time will come
Hinder it a little
When the Corn in Silk will dress
And in Chintz the Apple

I believe the Day will be
When the Jay will giggle
At his new white House the Earth
That, too, halt a little--"

--Emily Dickinson

Future dusk, detailed oil painting, francis bacon, bridget riley.

"Although we generally experience ghosts as given to us, it is we that give ghosts to places." --Michael Bell via

Fanmo Jimte. Into the present.

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Pizzabear.

"It's interesting that Paradise, Severance, and Silo are hit shows about a group of people trapped in a controlled environment by a group of rich people who are lying to them about the basic structure of their reality.

Probably says a lot about where we're at as a people!" --@maxberger.bsky.social

"Anything that proliferates is ripe for re-signification."

"Something is created according to His will, the Lord.

Creates more of these:

Our king wants again, and creates a thin night. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a bad evening. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a frozen horizon. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a approaching lightning. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a pale wind. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a thunder in the cave. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a tormenting summer. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a withered whiteness. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a leader of hell. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a murder in the courtyard. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants again, and creates a rage from Gaza. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of the junta in Gaza. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a rough fence. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of routine killing. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a dried-up captive. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a fighting spirit. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a fugitive invader. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a fast Kurd. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a Frenchman who will break out . Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of torment for the Russian. Raz is created from the sky . Want our king again, and create a god of a Danish who is overthrown. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a gypsy who is nailed. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a sniper who will burst. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a cook who hit. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a dancer who was stabbed. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a run-over saw. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a strangled cone. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a pilot from the sky. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a vile salesman. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a telephone that has burst. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a lazy writer. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a tailor who has fallen. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a stupid chef. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a thief. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a policeman. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a closed-off, defective one. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a stoned, raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a killed puppy. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a burnt bull. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a rapist squirrel. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a trampling weasel. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a spear for a donkey. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a perverted peacock. Raz is created from the sky. Want our king again, and create a god of a fucked-up monkey. Raz is created from the sky. Our king wants to be created again, and he creates an evil god. A secret is created from the sky."

--Google translated from the Hebrew of Noam Dovev via

Ukrainian Dough Looks Into Every House.

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"For not one of his signature initiatives during his first 100 days in office does Trump have the authority under the Constitution and laws of the United States that he claims." (thread)

"loneliness epidemic"

   a black site
psychopath bloat
   pictured slop
slackjawed bot poop
   carillon
made of lark screams
   we advance
viciously sure

"An exceptional person is stupidly tossed aside, and to come up with an explanation, the administration turns to its patented Random False Rationale Generator." (via @micahbateman.bsky.social)

"wtf why are my students all writing about genociding the Afrikaners in their essays!?" --@lastpositivist.bsky.social

Mycelium inspired structure.

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"The State Department refused to provide a complete list of countries with which the U.S. has made agreements to accept deportees from other countries..."

Murders as if they're standing here. Murders as if in the distant past.

Sculptural works inspired by the fragile beauty of coral reefs.

"John Chrysostom

He who had gone a beast
Down on his knees and hands
Remembering lust and murder
Felt now a gust of grace,
Lifted his burnished face
From the psalter of the sands
And found his thoughts in order
And cleared his throat at last.

What they heard was a voice
That spoke what they could learn
From any gelded priest,
Yet rang like a great choir,
He having taught hell’s fire
A singing way to burn,
And borrowed of some dumb beast
The wildness to rejoice."

--Richard Wilbur via

Land of the Un/Free. (via @evecastle.bsky.social)

( via / pic by melanie pruit )

Sons of the Sky.

"goatpupil"

brillig stoplight steelglint
the stoop group
spools in the wry spirefall
spoof aloof
fool crossing with fishhook
fraught rotgut
where the sky dips skeptic
scuttle shuteyed

Sea Changes.

"Her wyvern-warded spires of celadon, enruned" --Clark Ashton Smith

"And so I just think that we’re in a political moment right now where dissent is very quickly being criminalized and the state is trying every possible avenue to criminalize that it can."

Wednesday, May 14, 2025

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True decadence.

"after the burial
and little waves splash
your hand"

--@poemexe.com

Time after Time.

"that moon again"

Cheerios dust · the gray distance
   floor that breaks things
lipogram novel · hailstorm anointed
   maybe we'll get there
   update my wish list

Dreams.

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テレパシー能力者 : 星間性交. [Telepathic Abilities : Interstellar Sexual Intercourse]

doubtful the way
even when one’s sure of the way
most doubtful
most sure
as wolves regard the moon
their ever-companion
who must still be wooed

(2019)

Under Ice.

"And when a man tells you that you know nothing and you are not nettled at it, then you may be sure that you have begun the work." –Epictetus

On the 17th of March 2023, Slushwave was approved for the RateYourMusic website's genre database.

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" 'It’s easy to talk about darkness in history,' he told Al Jazeera. 'But are we willing to confront what’s happening right now, right in front of our faces, in Palestine?' "

"Every single time I see some industry development that is touted as being good for everyone, I see a development that makes a small number of people insanely rich, starves out the creators (aside from a tiny, tiny percentage) and makes the end product cheaper and less valued than ever before." --Emma Newman via

Whatever You Need.

saffron i don again
on some other begging road

the machines keep breaking down
it is their way of having fun

i realize a clown is not complete
without a real, cruel, wounding

clown this clown is complete
three steps into the begging road

(2019)

Evil is the default, detailed ink drawing, aubrey beardsley.

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Summer Round.

   grins aver
roof verdigris
   fence detour
myst'ry undelved
   warm at nine
nothing to glean
   the cold clasp
of the cloister
   zeroeth
grade level reads

Going to California.

"There’s no English word that conveys the longing and melancholic longing for those places far off in distance and in time like Hiraeth does.

However, Old English there is - Hwōpan. Divine discontent and longing for the far off places and lament of places lost to memory like the Eardstapa" --@wihtlore.uk

The King in Yellow.

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

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Languages and Communities in the Late-Roman and Post-Imperial Western Provinces.

"frozen ground…
what to do if you meet
until only mist"

--@poemexe.com

Tanka.

antcreep & · crisscross show
   leaf blower larynx
the wizened gate · Golgonooza thirl
   the furled abyss into
beige-cerulean · byre riddleprank
   the smell of bleach on the wind

Cinquain.

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"Barberpole phasing specifically if you want the classic slush sound."

shadowneed not shelter
shudder thud
followed in far village
& film-Elm
made stories unsteady
star bargains
a candle's eye endgame
airy share
neon describes neighbor
& now joust

Retro gear. Synthwave threads. Strange treasures from the past and future.

"In stillness of the santal-pillared woods" --Clark Ashton Smith

"In short, we’re nostalgic for a time we never experienced—because the internet makes it feel like we did."

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Ethanopium.

“I know scarcely any other Russian poet of his generation who was in time, thought with and out of this time, thought it through to its end, in each of its moments, in its issues and happenings, in the words that faced tissues and happenings and were to stand for them, at once open and hermetic,” Paul [Celan] wrote to Mandelstam’s publisher, Gleb Struve via

Wreck.

futurity poorly sited
& assassination dowry
i rose on cicala tides
my combat rig ever wordy

wisdom of starry teals
where the century sleeper slept
into such tomes i’d steal
as are bound in woofus pelts

Malfunction.

( via / @EErratica 8-6-21 )

The House of the Port.

again, the fire gurney
getting to dreck checkmate
crunch of sober searchfail
syllabus thorn-pillow
the room full of famine
& the first slug shrugs
gateless the fire gurney

Queen of the Wits.

“ 'I can do no more for you, Mortimer. The truth is the kindest thing.'
'Is that so? I wonder what would be the unkindest.' " --@ivycomptonburnett

Go CoBrA.

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Emoluments.

"monsoon night
shrouded in mist
no messages yet"

--@poemexe.com

A signed Pessoa.

"pigeon passenger

Excess of Mercy did not make this world;
in strangest strangeness. Yet also, a password
into. If only all! we thrive
like weeds in a wall. We pray
to Father Christmas while breaking on the wheel.
Do you think I don’t know that?
I have so many lies at hand.
I choose at times to be harsh for truth, though.
For honor. (That despised word.)
Honor is a harder thing than love,
so I spare everyone but those I truly love…
And not a day passes that I don’t despair
in this labyrinth of knives where I’m still too nesh.
And that is how I know I don’t belong!“

–Alderman Whinny, The Sun Sometimes Rises (1911)

The Ballad of Pearl May Lee.

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Take Me To The River.

what did i do while
you were starving · the things i
always did before

crossed a fenced-off parking lot
going-out-of-my-way sore

We have met the enemy.

"Today I learned that 'give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for life' is not Lao Tzu, or Confucius, or whoever, but was in fact ...

coined by William Makepeace Thackeray’s daughter, Anne Isabella Thackeray Ritchie, in her 1885 novel Mrs. Dymond." --@adamroberts.bsky.social via

Raging supercell.

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"There is no end to my curiosity about Virginia Woolf, for example, and Rimbaud, and I could write a whole collection of poems under the influence of Gwendolyn Brooks."

“Whoever goes deeply into poetry escapes from being as certitude, meets with the absence of the gods, lives in the intimacy of this absence, becomes responsible for it, assumes its risk, and endures its favor.”

--Maurice Blanchot via @rabihalameddine.bsky.social

Monster filament of plasma.

"speed limit everyone passes me"

1.
elements we're given
gargoyle & buzzard-loll
pothole-veer or raven
mere thought in parallel

2.
blank lodgement · leper colony
rill cerulean · climb clattering
head full of harms ·hooded nod
parables of gravel roads & glass
places visited once upon a mountain
corridor of green i blindly pass
season more than lenten
airt of loss
lodgement with the polar albatross
bulbous ride · a thumb roosted
sixty seven · mild winters
prisons learned
in a dry land
& one more moist
with walls of mist

3.
chapbook's breathy chortle
char-pages & ghost chip
the bard disbarred of teal
wheel builded of ketchup

Never the Same.

Monday, May 12, 2025

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For 9 days, the whole of our planet rang like a bell.

"red meat for the base"

flower moon in flinders
aflame bout of naming
suits full of hate sitting
forsaken sieve missive
flower moon miaouing
amok walking duckrape

Texas House votes to strictly define man and woman, excluding trans people from state records.

"kind of regretting teaching my parrot the Tears in Rain monologue" --@gojeffgo.com

Rionnard.

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Victory Posters.

Incompetence that makes my own look like P𝑢𝑙𝑝 F𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛's Fixer.

My Lady of Mercy.

"ULFBERHT SWORDS

Where brotherhoods of bluebells flower red,
the feeble bleed to blows of frosted swords
whose lustre hews the world — our future wed
to bellowed woes, the hollow throes of hordes.

We oust the rebel herd. We fell the weeds,
whose tortured souls refuel the howls of hell.
Below our feet, the rotted shrub reseeds
the fortress where our hooded elders dwell.

The flesh we shred restores the forest’s lore.
The blood we shed roulettes the fettered wheel.
Below the trees, where heroes dwelt before,
the Lords of Order bless our lettered steel.

Where seeds of sorrow bud before the rose,
the shroud of Ulfberht robes our oldest foes."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Yegelle Tezeta.

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Family of Bones.

"preventable death"

tourbillon lattice · lax crosswalk
   mandatory punishment
cerulean corridor · ride high
   rude in the latter days
don't look at the lords · allegedly nabbing
   move your shadow on
so many slow rescues · the slaughter rattles

Name of a River.

" 'Was it there?' asked Toad.

'No,' said Frog." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Haiku.

Sunday, May 11, 2025

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Joan Mitchell, Helen Frankenthaler & Grace Hartigan.

"Brave because we have to" isn't a Monopoly board square--& yet it is.

Radio Bassoon.

"the oldest person there"

1.
skinned scorpion brandy
landscape cloud-veils drape
pierced by pard verses
honey lavender honey lavender honey lavender

2.
i have been to all these rooms before
a desecration vanished quick at dawn
spiralling wind, lights that flit & roar
work we're taking on
in furthest strength
nada spiralling back to words at length
the long walk · in the loud rain
collar turned up · echo laden
chill cathedral
forehead drill
tarantula brandy
& spent body

3.
air palace ullage
ore of the grim tremble

orange ceramic hinge for
four horsemen corsned

Parade.

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Wonderlust King.

"paint me blurred
like a Monet garden
where imperfections fade
into lilacs and lilies
and autumn leaves never fall"

--Linda Jeannette Ward via @evecastle.bsky.social

🔥VIRAL | ALLAHU AKBAR | OFFICIAL LIRIK VIDIO MUSIK | VERSION ROCK METAL ARABIC. (With completely synthetic visuals--one wonders about the music...)

"winter solstice
my path has vanished
staring"

--@poemexe.com

"The building stands in what was once a border strip, a no-man’s land between the East and West, guarded by armed soldiers. The watchtowers that once stood there have been torn down, but throughout the city, some watchtowers still stand." (via @alinaetc.bsky.social)

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The Cars that Time Forgot.

“Why pour the fruitless strain? to winds, and waves,
Deaf winds, dull waves, and senseless shades of woods
I chant, and sing mine unavailing song.”

–Royston’s Lycophron

The Rash Promise.

“Sweeping up glass from my car that was stolen, on a dark overcast day the day before i go on vacation”

This spot might have been Dallas.
By the sparseness of its green.

That dusty churning has left
No enduring enigma.

Once a pilgrim tarried here
And carved her many a poem.

Poem upon poem, till the mass
Towered like sable coral…

The travail is long, lonely;
And ragged his fedora.

If for a moment he rests,
It is not to ask the way.

Through this glad abandonment
A wind gives north to the flesh.

Ghosts of Elm Street.