( via / me )

Tiny book made from two paper tea wrappers.

"16% of covid deaths worldwide happened in the US. a country with about 4% of the world population if you were curious just how uniquely bad America handled things." --@stepback.nebula.tv

Carrion.

tasting bunker busters

bulldoze the Rose Garden

Krampus wins the nobel peace prize, detailed oil painting, edward hopper.

( via / me )

"I began a kinda tongue-in -cheek modern day Rune Poem..."

   urnruning
noon without tourniquet

are there errands remaining
in the grain of the hairpin

Rionnard.

"Man, it's like our country was built on an old Indian burial ground or something." --@jesus-and-butthead.bsky.social

In the Mojave.

( via / me )

Radium Age reissues with neat covers.

"it’s even more demoralizing when the history you’re repeating is history you were around for the first time" --@petridishes.bsky.social

What the fist knows.

"(in memoriam Claire Demant, my mother)

scattered
on the upslope
and downslope
of this shimmering heat
my unanswered questions"

--@winterroom.bsky.social via @evecastle.bsky.social

"All this madness, all this rage..."

( via / via )

Deep cuts.

"SUMMER SOLSTICE AT STONEHENGE (Palindrome)

Sun!
In my halo,
open,
I mull its altar: All.

I plait its lost light.
I lag, emanating:
I lay a ray, align.

I tan a megalith gilt.

Solstitial pillar, at last illumine —
pool a hymn in us."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Stealing the Space Shuttle.

"Frog hurried home. He found a pencil and a piece of paper. He wrote on the paper." --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Orthogenesis.

( via / via )

A wall of fire at 30,000 °C.

"monsoon night
nearing month's end
among the garlic"

-@poemexe.com

To rewrite the entire corpus of human knowledge.

rattle, jetscrape · jowled waitglass
   hum of the machine
dizzying saunter · stretch poolside
   within a ring of fire
namegiving garnish · to the gone world

Solstice Greetings.

( via / via )

A Gnat's Horizon.

"Garden Chair

I think of what shouldn’t have died
when I see the chair, all garden wide
in a sphere of grass and unseated sky,
placed in a way for which there is no why,
angled to catch neither sun nor a sight
but slant as a gnomon raised to the light.

There’s something indulgent in its state of abandon
among Saturday sounds of work getting done
over the hedges that frame its ground.
It lives in the idling hour I’ve found.
Bees attend flowers without a name.
The slouch of a mind attempts the same

but finds the chair in place of its rest:
uneasy space, an egg from a nest
unhatched but empty. Its ironwork, made
for a human shape and its shiftless shade
is wrought as climbing twine and leaf.
The chair is the lull and the throne of grief."

--Gregory Leadbetter via

Jesse.

"O Conspiracy,
Sham’st thou to show thy dang’rous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O then, by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, Conspiracy!"

--@shakespeare.lol

Smile of the Beyond.

( via / via )

Autistic Community and the Neurodiversity Movement (open access).

"Even the art of our own time, whose mute gaze presents us with such disturbing enigmas, remains a kind of recognition: in such art we encounter the undecipherability of our surroundings." --Gadamer

Curse the Mediterranean, my Enemy.

honeyed ripple rap sheet
rendezvous undoing
dawn of the new slain
& further math mangled
amerced turf

the stained windshield staring
stark mad for a daddy
dawn of deprived rights
& lush em'rald lime-nests
larking cark

Get Your War On.

( via / via )

This is Chauncey, a trilobite.

               (for H.d.C.

   cicadas softly
summer that their cries complete
   fewer now to hear

lute solo · distinct jetscrape
i have left here all i knew

The day will come.

"I also like how they’re doing a weird entablature-quoin combo thing with it, but only on the right side of the house. There’s some great five-cornice action going on but, thanks to the precedents set by truly mid postmodernism, it works." --@katewagner.bsky.social via

One hundred years of quantum physics.

( via / via )

Flaming June.

"i want to sleep
a hell
the smells of things
leading to nowhere"

--@poemexe.com

I Rage is a Sudden Storm.

“In a thousand places
I come to an end
I burn
I become a fading star
that disappears
in your sky.”

--Parnia Abbasi via

Stuart's Vimeo page.

( me / via )

Meddal (with Aggregate).

"GLUMCULT
glumbellina boots-up
a tiktok cult
from a cubicle
in a leaking data centre.

they chant
in parallel tabs,
looped auto-tune cries,

“slay 🙏
or
decay 💀.”

a haunted teletubby
flips 'whatevs' merch.
every hoodie smells
like burnt serotonin,
and unread DMs."

--@thedevilstuna.bsky.social

"We were/ hands..."

"Men will literally search for the key to all mythologies instead of going to therapy" --@johnattridge.bsky.social

"It is a recognition that the sufferer exists..."

( via / via )

"When all our bones are dust and that dust is a line of radioactive sediment in a stratigraphic layer halfway down some vast canyon wall carved by a wind more at home on Mars than present-day Earth, the Voyager probes will still be going strong."

"you on the journey to my
firethoughts in the blackgravel"

--Joris's Celan

British Racing Green.

"speaker of dark secrets"

   argyle gray
leechgathering
   dissolved quick
zebra-striped dust
   they will take
your tall shadows
   for a count's
abacus-click
   tap water
& a wild twinge
   in fingers
feathered argyle

   indigo
& rust answer
   where sunrise
brings reckoning
   this scrimmage
or elbow scrape
   will have form
in the hastened
   gasp-story
—never for those
   who need it—
gallopstymie
   indigo

I will & not long.

( via / via )

Nice Juneteenth thread.

after the heliopause
a pawn's leap nothing-roofed
music's angel vapors
escape our screwed liferaft

Whiplashed Sonnet.

"it’s me and my weighted blanket against the world" --@kimmysunshine.bsky.social

House of the Rising Sun.

( via / via )

The language of manufacturing consent.

" 'The wrong is never the only thing a wrong-doer has done,' said Cassie.
'That is the pathos of criminals. No class has a greater.' " --@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Doge rocketry in action.

"think of the twist first"

precariat kink · is drivethrough coffee
—nations in hospice · impossibly huge
can't think about saving—skinny latte
it's Thursday

you know I been to the edge
and there I stood and looked down
destroyed the old mall · no new one rising
nice homes surround · fenced-off rubble

sitting in the car · some whispering
never quite quenched · i looked down from
each edged moment · in near decay
& found it good

Dambala.

( me / via )

Rickie Lee Jones thread.

harsh sameness · in the hilching sunrise
my spoiled expedients · the one glow
toast munch · & news swallow
collect hopeful hulls · from a pale floor

Spey Bay, Scotland.

"starry night
the rain falls
in an oil slick"

--@poemexe.com

Saxophone Studies.

( via / via )

A 7-year-old lioness reunites with the man who raised her.

"No sandart anymore, no sandbook, no masters." --Joris's Celan

Audio based on Bacon in Moscow.

(for P. C.)

the stone maps · i mismanage
no other · can urge me trace
in the vast maze · vifgage story
where maps lie · illusion-thronging
these stone ones · stay themselves
& though they · infuse stone
with edge their maker · could not jouk
i'll take these · black stone maps
a bleak guide · that gets you there

Tanka.

( via / me )

"The novels of Ivy Compton-Burnett are less like conventional fictions..."

"Aire soy, abre ya.
Lo anulé.
Seda de lo salado,
toda de sol,
o la calle yo sería.

Otra pasó,
nos apartó.

Aire soy.

Ella caló lo sedado;
toda la soledad es él.

Una ola, yerba yo sería."

—@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social

(Google translate:

I am air, open now.
I annulled it.
Silk of the salty,
all of sun,
or I would be the street.

Another passed,
separated us.

I am air.

She penetrated the sedated;
all solitude is him.

A wave, I would be grass.)

Hunger Camp At Jaslo.

"Emit a tale woven one vowel at a time." --@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Chuncho.

( via / me )

"The umunua’s attempt and subsequent failure to understand the plyzmorynox’s fifth state is commonly regarded as the cause of the Matori Genocide."

"It was as though the immune system of the established order was enclosing this symptom of things being different to how they seemed, and breaking it down, to immobilise it." —A Case of Knives

Meanwhile, at the New York Times.

   bomb summer
distract sundry
   quiet here
cerulean hutch
   words decay

   gestapo
on the streets bold
   weird limbo
or wayward tharn
   words decay

   stay flicker
or the hunch snatch
   key to field
labyrinth quern
   words decay

decay such words
   creep like snake
in single file
cerulean hutch

"On one end, AI-generated content of unknown origin is filling the void created by state-sanctioned media blackouts with misinformation, and on the other end, the leaders of these countries are sharing AI-generated slop to spread the oldest forms of xenophobia and propaganda."

( via / via )

The rat dance.

"change readiness survey"

winging over
fettered liver
febrile creature
coldest watcher
part murder

subfusc season
void horizon
earth eraser
final answer
part murder

Measuring the missing baryons.

"I prefer the sideroads of speech. The main roads are too direct. Besides, it is on the byroads that you come upon the important things, closed houses of despair, undiscovered copses of delight just at a dwindling road end." —A Case of Knives

Iftar.

( via / via )

Pessoa's fados.

"We are asked to feel it for our leaders in war, and in peace people who sing or are beautiful are raised up for the young to worship. God takes a back seat, letting himself be driven by bad but brightly uniformed chaffeurs." —A Case of Knives

Carved.

"irenic nullification"

   hare crossing
in the cruel dark
   runway look
harlequin rain
   the dawn creeps
around dying
   vestiges
of vat pigment

   abrupt fling
redblue brimming
   tower clear
frore takeaway
   i guzzle
ages ago
   the fremd jest
of a reft jewel

   gamed allele
like you left it
   wearying
awards banquet
   afraid toss
will not ferry
   in black night
a next function

   between hues
the forms harry
   mourn for none
but the main chance
   silverback
psychedelic
   pick a card
pass that rabbit

Little Arabella.

( via / via )

There's one network that's not using AI to write their news releases.

"rabbit crossing"

ruckus sirenical · unreels hearing
in the night kitchen · next to nada
tintinnitis · takes care
all the real clues · not to cloy
dawn chorus · some dargs away
elsewhere wars · blazon the sky

German novels and biographies from the 1920s and 1930s.

"Mandrills and bishops have purple in common." —A Case of Knives

Slopaganda.