( 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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)

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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..."

( via / via )

To a Friend in Recovery.

"...I assumed,
among nasal lemurs."

--Satire: Veritas

I'll Plant My Own Tree.

   Vundesh cranch
winding the perilous winch
whispered from wharfside floatpig:
"Shake it like an Illig grinch"

cliff walk · & edge crumble

   Vundesh choose
music under a merle sun
whakapapa stern & still
furnace untouched feral stock

this little corner · where calm lingers

Giraffe statue.

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Aubade with Burning City.

"dark tool"

   whelmed wasp nest
honey cerulean hospice
in the cool long living room
under a mingled auspice

   plaid giraffe
on wet wings of a tariff,
seraphim can't dance so slow;
rogaine on the race sheriff

   fragile realm
courage for a whelmed wasp nest

Joe Coleman pic.

"In a cold, lone, mossy bastille
Cell. It's a bare, venal room--"

--Satire: Veritas

Lion annual 1955.

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Winter Court.

"...a namer of ebony, allied opals..." --Satire: Veritas

Closer than you think.

flowers & dogs in my feed
can't hold back the camps

fresh carrion
on the ever-ailing streets

dull danger at noontide
ascian's dogma

i wanted to be hypnotized, & i was

"I think probably in my mind, certainly what we’re seeing isn’t anything I’ve ever experienced in my lifetime."

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My Grandfather Was a Terrorist.

"ache of pale cerulean"

ev'rything bitter · blends in the limbec
dark gray Accord · Gruenfeld
   shine momently like stars
already warm · winter lost
   as if it'd never been
golden arches · armies in polar
   ice & olive drab

"Big Daddy" Roth.

"...O so time
Edits a pastime so real!"

--Satire: Veritas

Basil Wolverton.

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More neighbourly stump burning.

"O daft fados!"

--Satire: Veritas

Alcove at Bushmead Priory.

"La Vita Nuova

Last summer, in the blue heat,
Over the beach, in the burning air,
A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists
To where I waited with the sun-dazed birds.
He said, 'The summer boils away. My life
Joins to another life; this parched skin
Dries and dies and flakes away,
Becomes your costume when the torn leaves blow.'

--Thus in the losing autumn,
Over the streets, I now lurch
Legless to your side and speak your name
Under a gray sky ripped apart
By thunder and the changing wind."

--Weldon Kees

Gwyneth Jones on the Future of Gender.