( via / me )

"Never would have pegged Katie Miller as Chudverse Helen of Troy but here we are."

"beasts of no apocalypse"

   folded cloth
of the pale cuff manifold
pattern maintained strict through time
rhymed dust of the derelict

D & G & KRAFFT-EBING.

"I talk radical, pontifical, misallied,
Or heterodox alfaki religion."

--Satire: Veritas

When monsters fight.

( via / via )

Busy Day at the Airport.

"Rude, durable rats, inward drawn..." --Satire: Veritas

Scaring Alex Jones.

   flaming June
antlered tune of the endgame
asleep with the secret safe
waif in time's persimmon seek

Frankenstein Repair Kit.

( me/ via )

"Trees that once crawled with insects lie uncannily still." (via @mjohnharrison.bsky.social)

"this tiny smear
on the page
is an insect
I didn't know was an insect
until I killed it"

--@winterroom.bsky.social

"But the general reception to this, fuck me. It really seems like America is reverting to the level of medieval peasantry: illiterate, looking to things like astrology and telepathy for mystical guidance, and angrily attacking anything that challenges that. In the future anyone who can read or focus on anything for more than a few minutes is going to come across as a mysterious wizard to most people."

“When we are told to look on the bright side of things, it is generally not at a happy time.” --Ivy Compton- Burnett via @matthewjdowd.bsky.social

Owl.

( via / via )

"I’d soon realize persistence wasn’t an end game. It was the name of the road."

"I'm ultra for a style malign. In Rome a toga was worn, even." —Satire: Veritas

"...the Middle Ages were supposed to stay where they were. But they have not." (use 12ft.io)

"Andromeda’s song
ripples with New Year blessings
adey abeba
one flower for Cepheus
one for Cassiopeia"

--@polloscope.bsky.social

The Quiet Game.

( via / via )

" New York Times’ Style Guide Substitutions for 'The President Violated the Constitution'."

theater curtains · thaumaturge sway
in the dim dawn · deftly recollected
what color tape · these tracks sped
keeping wind lines · legend fervent
intermittent blaze · blossoms against
tirecrunch · on crisp gravel

press-close baggie

Sorry, i'm not getting a new apocalypse bingo card just to make room for this clown.

"No bedlam now lived among.
No sadness -- send a song."

—Satire: Veritas

A poem about all the scientists it helped fire.

( via / via )

ICE pretending to be utility workers.

" 'The mornings are getting dark! The mornings are getting dark! Do you mean they are so sunk in lethargy and self-indulgence, that they need a strong light to force them to raise their heads from their pillows? Is that what you mean?'
Ellen, uncertain how much she had meant of this, was silent."

--@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Girl with faraway eyes.

"given limits exist, streets, oblivion,
and grass and gourds and goats and gorse,
eagerness exists, given borders exist,

the border between sleep and all kinds of awake,
where Mercury Bay weed fans its oxygen
and blue gourds climb through fog,

a throat that yawns sleepily like a wild
and collapsed poem, wherein the loose,
the sentenceless goats gently bleat,

where the gorse slope’s summer-yellow carelessness
can incorporate the light into such
radiant and self-contained dozing

that the body seems exiled with bliss.
Imagined borderlands do exist,
in which language suspended and wrecked

can move about, consumed by other true
sensations in the body’s region
where you can feel the breath blending,

sterile, into the same word: inspiration,
a thin, white word that whispers everything
from the small mountain station of nothing..."

—Inger Christensen via

Queer Renaissance.

( via / via )

"She kept showing up—not to be seen, not to be praised, but because she knew what it meant to be abandoned, and she refused to let others feel that alone."

"∴rewind timebones' hit
splinter-mirth strait-screels, mine ribs
nane scratched through like þis
·
wheel-moon scrythes her watch
footprints gleam this howled dark
you, flame, and wold-roar∴"

--@wordingway.bsky.social

Scuffling with ICE in Minneapolis.

"It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners."

—Albert Camus via @michiganpapa.bsky.social

"She said she saw Christians similarly try to jump on the metaverse hype train back when Silicon Valley insisted that virtual reality was the future, with many Christians asking how they’re going to build a Metaverse church because that’s where they thought people were going to be."

( via / me )

Qaisimalaurittuq.

"Man in Black Coat: As Saint Martin said, "Roma tibi subito motibus ibit amor." For my labors, you will go to Roma, summit of all your pursuits.

Ovid: [looking down at his dirt floor] I will act as though you didn't just spout palindromic Latin."

--Roundabout

The Vajra Chop Job.

"tell me a dead thing
and I believe

in that heat of discovery
I would have a fish

we bought it all
the cheat and the war

and the nothing
but night tomorrow

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 4 June 1662"
--@davebonta.bsky.social

"The operation took more than 18 months of planning. It apparently involved sending trucks loaded with wooden cabins that had detachable roofs that could be opened remotely. Unsuspecting truck drivers hauled the cabins to locations near airbases, where the drones launched."

( via / via )

"By aligning with the good dream, embracing the ethical and spiritual guidance of ubuntu and ase and recognising shared displacement, we can fight evil without becoming it and build a 'community which is coming'."

   skull candle
vends ullages
   yellow blink
gray sky yearning

pyramid days

   the blank slate
of the old lies
   tiresome scorn
radio skips

pyramid days

   ticket print
to prove purchase
   scourge uptick
clawpair scuttle

pyramid days

Explore five medieval manuscripts just acquired by the British Library.

"You can't just add symbols to a book willy-nilly. It would bring about total anarchy, a dissolution of our linguistic foundations, if anybody who got a notion into his mind could just add symbols and claim that it is only his 'grammatical idiosyncrasy.' If I allow this, I must allow all individuals within my populous [sic] to add symbols at a whim, which I cannot do. Obviously, this is not practical. How would it work? Would a dictionary's author, at that point, just add symbol upon symbol, thus adding word upon word, just to satisfy Ovid's push toward linguistic innovation?" --Phong Nguyen, Roundabout (2020)

Drag Queens in Limosines.

( via / me )

The Trump-Supreme Court battle is not really the crisis.

What is human nature?
The sum of our illusions.

The New Pollution.

whirlwind wage · rich darkness
   set in fumblethwart
a catch in the throat · skill set
   of shutting down scenes
collect data · turn your druthers
   into bullseye hairs
ransack suits · the wrong crusade
   dim morning waiting
the torn-up earth

"It’s only fair when a trailblazing woman gets burned that younger women pick up the torch."

( via / via )

You assume being lied to is not what people want.

"the ten commandments"

migraine rot
mangier riot

iron ragtime
omit earring

moraine grit
inmate rigor

martini ogre
a minor tiger

retro aiming
roaring time

Things that will be gone by 2029.

"The COVID-19 vaccines are the closest humans have come to a scientific feat like blowing up an asteroid headed to Earth in real time and saving millions, if not tens of millions, of lives. And conservatives are like, 'Witch!!' " --@thefarce.org

Floreat Salopia.

( via / me )

Mount Etna.

“Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one’s soul; when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood.”
– Josephine Baker via @citizenscreen.bsky.social

Fragments from a few of them.

"BRINEMOUTH

i lick the leftover brine
to taste forgetting.

woke up in a skip
wearing a fake tooth
and no memory of kindness.

a toddler called me 'sir.'
i wept into a full-holed bucket.

my inbox is a graveyard
of autocorrected apologies.

today i am mostly
dust and loss."

--@thedevilstuna.bsky.social

Winning the internet today.

( via / via )

The Three-Value Logic of Aymara.

"The Runes of Weland's Sword

A smith makes me
To betray my Man
In my first fight.

To gather Gold
At the world's end
I am sent.

The Gold I gather
Comes into England
Out of deep Water.

Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.

It is not given
For goods or gear,
But for The Thing.

The Gold I gather
A King covets
For an ill use

The Gold I gather
Is drawn up
Out of deep Water.

Like a shining Fish
Then it descends
Into deep Water.

It is not given
For goods or gear,
But for The Thing."

--Rudyard Kipling via FGR

Aymara Futurism.

“In English, the past is said to be behind us, while the future lies ahead. In the Aymara language of Bolivia, however, the positions are reversed: the past is seen as in front, while the future—perhaps because it is impossible to see it—is always spoken of as if it were behind.” –@HaggardHawks

Truth-values previously. Cthia.

( via / via )

A Paean to Penteract Press.

The grammar of problem-solution is top-down & in isolation. What corresponds to that from the bottom-up & in communication with others? Insight.

Mr. & Mrs. Satan Fishing.

"a hazy day
stars
over quick sand"

--@poemexe.com

St Audrey's lace.

( via / me )

Symptom Recital.

"O! How alone we are!
All the others have won their wars
and you were left in your mud,
barren.

Darwish, don’t you know?
No poetry will return to the lonely
what was lost, what was
stolen.

How alone we are!
This is another age of ignorance. Cursed are those
who divided us in war and marched in your funeral
as one.

How alone we are!
This earth is an open market,
and your great countries have been auctioned away,
gone!

How alone we are!
This is an age of insolence,
and no one will stand by our side,
Never.

O! How alone we are!
Wipe away your poems, old and new,
and all these tears. And you, O Palestine,
pull yourself together."

--Mahmoud Darwish tr Huda Fakhreddine

Pop Corn.

It would seem wisdom not to have feelings about what you cannot control. But it is our feelings about those things, exactly, that constitute who we are.

Sundial cannon.

( via / me )

Cherita.

Humans cannot be commanded to love. They can scarcely be commanded to sit still.

My favorite part of South Korean elections.

"the precious days"

mere remigratory
morth amidst salt Carthage
mitigation— goat-eyed
gaze of a masked casket—

longshadowed dry shingle
i'm shipwrecked where ripples
pass into the tossed-out
tale of a fifth failure

tourbillon's hard landing

"The world has sacrificed the Palestinians with its complicity and silence, and it will soon start rehabilitating itself by erecting monuments of guilt, reciting land acknowledgements, mythologizing the Palestinian, and cannibalizing the myth."

( via / via )

This Land is Your Land. (thx Melanie!)

all my poor arts lie
in abeyance for the time
when we will save string

not string but making a knot
like a small, perfect promise

Some Velvet Morning.

"A friend introduced me to the theory that in Piano Man, Billy Joel doesn’t realize he’s working at a gay bar and I can’t stop thinking about it" --@ellehardy.bsky.social

A demon fishing for souls.

( via / via )

"She says his treatment and the lack of justice has haunted her ever since she wrote the 1977 story."

" 'It must be hard to have a faith that would remove mountains, and then find it does not remove them.'
'It did not remove anything.'
'You and I must be classed as mountains, Mother.' "

--@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

"Writing this story has been like standing inside a kaleidoscope." Also: "The diary was written in a polyglot language, Cosette’s idiosyncratic combination of the four or five languages in which she was fluent. It was totally indecipherable."

"And Grendel forsooth the grim guest was hight,
The mighty mark-strider, the holder of moorland,
The fen and the fastness. The stead of the fifel
That wight all unhappy a while of time warded,
Sithence that the Shaper him had for-written."

--William Morris's Beowulf (1895)

"Grendel this monster grim was called,
march-riever mighty, in moorland living,
in fen and fastness; fief of the giants
the hapless wight a while had kept
since the Creator his exile doomed."

--Francis Barton Gummere's Beowulf via

"Though this is her first book, Faust-Newton has listed no less than five other titles "In immediate, uniform-with-this-volume, preparation" which were to be a part of the "Around the World" series."

( via / via )

Black eye.

"VII. A Swan

My robe is noiseless · when I roam the earth,
Or stay in my home, · or stir up the water.
At times I am lifted · o’er the lodgings of men
By the aid of my trappings · and the air above.
The strength of the clouds · then carries me far,
Bears me on its bosom. · My beautiful ornament,
My raiment rustles · and raises a song,
Sings without tiring. · I touch not the earth
But wander a stranger · over stream and wood."

--tr Cosette Faust Newton via

Miragaia, the most beautiful Stegosaur from Portugal.

Maybe if instead of starting from ideas about art, we started from specific artworks that inspire us to change ourselves-in-the-world.

"I've spent 20 years developing a pedagogy that's about wrestling with big ideas through writing and discussion, and that whole project has been evaporated by for-profit corporations who built their systems on stolen work."

( me / me )

Little fireball.

"No wonder if snug dogs drowse..." --Satire: Veritas

The Press Conference.

"8647 is Prime"

drones arose · & launched a volley
took out half · a Russian airfleet
Rapist Krasnov · wasn't privy

secrets staunch · through months assembling
now the world · knows full well
Rapist Krasnov · wasn't privy

"That every moment art fails to mention painful realities is a moment when art is not doing its job..."

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

The Lath House.

"measles reasons"

filigree · bluegray horizon
surds inscribe · selcouth commute

leaves reclaim · lost mall footprint
skwiff-skwumf story · stadium rumor

forebear blacksmith · blurt sepia
my words flung · to the fluent wrack

SPL!TBR41N.

"And on my Pacific
a shipwrecked coffin mews."

--Seiferle's Vallejo

Dead Woman's Fetus.

( me / via )

Some Gay Books You Might Not Have Known Were Gay.

"I wonder I have not ever lived eager,
As too far afield I idle here.
Hardened, I wander afoot on iron ore,
Honored now on campus as a sage..."

--David Stephens, Satire: Veritas

Objective list of Greatest works of art.

"focus of discontent"

heptangle the bling thread
hexagon mixtape
to count parts is ort-sling

fake waspnest no asp'rin
as i roll down hillsides
black scripture heptagon

saxophone hexagram

All the flowers upon David Lynch’s grave.

( via / via )

Greta from the Gaza flotilla.

inchmeal Armageddon
the only bash going
days that are blameless
fade into fierce bloodshed

all the usual yeggmen
yesterday faded
the empty shapes shining
the sheds that were levelled

diamond database
the stars have no steering

Birds Have Long Brought Me Comfort.

"O brevity of jade gardens!" --Satire: Veritas

Tall Grass. (via @wendyo.bsky.social)

( via/ via )

Crackdown in Anhui.

"Alas, savage memory! Bah!" --Satire: Veritas

"Surely we Republicans are not that desperate for victory."

old man crouched over his phone
or he only spews forth words
caught by the robot--rat turds
globally known & glare-fraught

farther & farther from sense
(expensive though the blather)
& ev'ryone laughs--this blitz
like oobleck no one gathers

"I will put Chaos into fourteen lines."

( me / via )

Wild Bull and Raven Are Friends.

"NOR IS IT WRITTEN

Nor is it written that you may not grieve.
There is no rule of joy; long may you dwell
Not smiling yet in that last pain,
On that last supper of the heart.
It is not written that you must take joy
Because not thus again shall you sit down
To ply the mingled banquet
Which the deep larder of illusion shed
Like myth in time grown not astonishing.
Lean to the cloth awhile, and yet awhile,
And even may your eyes caress
Proudly the used abundance.
It is not written in what heart
You may not pass from magic plenty
Into the straitened nowadays.
To each is given secrecy of heart,
To make himself what heart he please
In stirring up from that fond table
To sit him down at this sharp meal.
It shall not here be asked of him
‘What thinks your heart?’
Long may you sorely to yourself upbraid
This truth unwild, this only-bread.
It is not counted what large passions
Your heart in ancient private keeps alive.
To each is given what defeat he will."

--Laura (Riding) Jackson

Ballynoe, Co. Down.

"Cats reel. Delia railed. Yma Sumac reeled." --Satire: Veritas

"I had to double check that this was real..."