( via / me )

The Karen Carpenter Biopic You're Not Allowed to See. (thx Melanie!)

"When I was little, the U.S. military came to our home at gunpoint and took me and my family away. We were imprisoned for years in barbed wire camps simply because we were Japanese American. I have spent my life telling that story, hoping it would never be repeated." —@georgetakei.bsky.social

Autumn Night.

"not yet become a buddha
the cicadas sing
not very anxious
follows the moon"

--@poemexe.com

Back (End of Terrace. Fenton).

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The Silencers (1966). #21

"sculsh flapdragon"

ringing ears this roomful
rimy sloom-fed voltage
antlered kibosh ashless
or eldritch Morse cipher meld
whereupon dark whammy
whim of lampad sputter
the words growing warmer
wilderness-joined summerthrum

The Wrecking Crew (1968). #23

"There are no unsacred places;
There are only sacred places and desecrated places."

—Wendell Berry via @emmaeli.bsky.social

This is me if you even care.

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Danse macabre, black and white oil painting, remedios varo, james ensor.

"A shatter'd World in wild Disorder tost [tossed],
Leagues, Laws, and Empires in Confusion lost..."

--Rowe's Lucan

The night is darkening round me.

"I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I have been circling around God, that primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: Am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?"

--Joanna Macy's Rilke via

"If the Romans had had nuclear power, we would still be guarding their radioactive waste."

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Optimist.

heaps & heaps of graves
make the world
nations no one grieves
heaps & heaps of graves
somber gray-leaved groves
in fathoms swirled
heaps & heaps of graves
make the world

Haiku.

"We have seen the end of the age of Reason; and that we live in the age of Suggestion.

Perhaps for the first time, the degradation of Man has been openly declared; in a theory that he can be persuaded without being convinced." --@gkchesterton.bsky.social

Clocks.

( via / via )

Nobody thinks.

"By their own feigning Fancies are betray'd,
And groan beneath those Ills themselves have made."

—Rowe's Lucan, I.

Wanting a Child.

"scratched
and clawed
by an old
giant's fingers
this desolate, irregular landscape"

—@xxyxxy.com

Betelgeuse news. Better link.

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"I’d put AI in the spectrum of transformative technologies to which we will adapt, for good and bad, but which will not replace earlier technologies (including writing and painting)."

"bumfgauntlet"

bark hauberkclad cripple
ballasted through knell-winds
chirr fetterless chintzsong
achieves nimble limbec
in Timbuktu

lisp lodehasp cicada
allotted scant plotpoints
guns answering gamely
give back bark & carksteep
for axledrop

"At the appointed time of 9:15 pm Chicago time, the telescopes pointed at Arcturus, the photocells were activated, and in response an enormous spotlight at the fairgrounds in Chicago was illuminated to great cheers from the assembled crowd, and other lights at the fair were then turned on to officially open the event."

“And to our sacrifice the Furies came.”

—Rowe’s Lucan, I.1079

Frameless Sky.

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Ebola lobe.

"GREAT FIRE OF LONDON (Chronogram-Haiku)

Great Fire of London.
A ruby fox weaves jasper
among shacks of quartz."

—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Pretty Good.

"Amnixiel"

slang-forward the Fimbul-
Foamcore hymn of shatters
nautilus-left letters
linger among dragon dung
chiaroscuro cheesecake
chisels easement-flourish
this rough beast unbaffled
bullies into slowworm wool

Grendel Alone.

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Marlin fastback.

"dismal weeks"

furtive alm & omen
impacts the mome rattle

point source wending westward
this wasteland dressed motley

antelucan lockjaw
lake of rocket salsa

city of shot shadows
shouldering mad heirloom

The book of cancellation and completion.

"inadvertently called it 'the youtubes' and now i’m getting targeted ads for walk-in bathtubs" --@sixfeetofcandy.bsky.social

A porpentine of popes.

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The Mighty Crabjoys.

"Worse-in-the-sunlight sadness,
My tireless cerecloth-bombyx..."

--"Three Encounters" (1998)

Charade sonnets.

"Like clouds setting forth
from the foot-wearying hills
to wander the skies,
so people drift in a world
without fixed resting places."

--Ono no Shigekaga, in: Brocade by Night

Gaza is an open-air death camp.

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Photo op.

spooky signs unspending
spawned by kindred outlines
bleeze-leam antelucan
shellac peruke fishing
fadeghost of the future
befitting mute herald

Fracastrophe.

"Our world is not divided by race, color, gender, or religion. Our world is divided into wise people and fools. And fools divide themselves by race, color, gender, or religion." --@mhdksafa.bsky.social

Lunar Baedeker.

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Sea.

"I keep the good meds in my bug out bag." --@gypsymoon1969.bsky.social

Aztec.

the poppy-spun shadows
pardon gladder exit
cage rolling down cursed days
its course worse than random

Rowe's Lucan.

( via / via )

SPF 9 Billion.

"red velvet morning"

congeal whispers
whittle vespers
devout autumn
reviles phantom
marching robots
arrest habits
stirious cadge
strikes the kludge

undertaking
some tame hawking
eye on scrimmage
scuttle damage
scuttles beetle
through the bottle
stirious cadge
strikes the kludge

Poetic Consultation of Su Hui's Star Gauge. (thread)

" 'I walked down a patch in the woods until I came to a corner. I went around the corner to see if spring was on the other side.'

'And was it?' asked Toad.

'No,' said Frog. 'There was only a pine tree, three pebbles and some dry grass.' " --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Path of least resistance.

( via / via )

"In one, an AI-generated John Adams says 'facts do not care about our feelings,' a phrase commonly attributed to conservative commentator and PragerU contributor Ben Shapiro."

"The judgement of posterity is known to be the only true one. So there seems no point in getting any other. I wonder so many people do it. You seem to be very wise." --@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Soho Twilight.

"cat scar"

a strayed strangling
straddles each angstrom
bluegray grimace
greets this dimwit

onyx aspect
with edge blasphemy
i nudge nimbus
to nab thick crimson

Wild Bull and Raven Are Friends.

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"Word amidst" audio.

   transfigured
homesickness · with stars enhanced
shore of incessant smashing
ashes of ev'ry portal

   the darkest
part of the labyrinth kissed
torture museum · grab bag
of daggers · fortunate furl

& ev'ry churl transfigured

"Barbed-wire gloaming" audio.

"Below the upper surface he realised how his inland taste for solitariness was reliant upon the presence of absent others." --Debatable Land

A Small Needful Fact.

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Haiku.

" 'Hurry!' said Frog. 'We will run and catch it.'

'No!' shouted Toad. 'I cannot do that.'

'Why not?' asked Frog.

'Because,' wailed Toad, 'running after my list i[s] not one of the things that I wrote on my list of things to do!' "

--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Earliest guinea pig pictures.

barbed-wire gloaming
funest gleaming
queue to the cairn
carbide acorn
noontide gloom
this cracked china
cubewano
in its orbit
of bruised inwit
frore urchin
curling in space
the seasons sparse
no sphere sapphire
groundlings suffer
these lapses
carolling
barbed-wire gloaming

Mothra & friends.

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"I was looking forward to taking a short walk and catching up with friends."

wisteria cone
incense from Pier I veiling
my black light posters

Game of Hounds and Jackals.

"butterfly
in the midst
of the pacific"

--@poemexe.com

The Slow Melt of Hope.

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Procrastination.

"Someone needs to take the Epstein files to a Coldplay concert." --@stonekettle.bsky.social

"This is the work of the poem: to ruin reified boundaries by luring us—formally, linguistically, etymologically, surreally, recklessly, inappropriately, endlessly—towards the possibilities of unboundedness."

burnt umber ortfield
acreage shrink stakeless
car-sized spiders spiralling
espouse drowse
even as i sever
acreage thirst pursestrings
even as i starve

Confessions Of An Opium Eater (1962). ☆

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It is no gift I tender.

word amidst flickerthrist
the one pausing runoff
collect good ladders
line from a minefield

word scumbled over
textures hexed with nomquabs
the one haunted botfly
across deep fleshchasms

By of much.

"It had been my task
To assist the lost through the
Mists, the fog of fists."

--@rayhourigan.bsky.social

"Made for $17M in B&W, the studio paid another $17M to colorize it."

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Old Norse-Icelandic Technical Terms. (via @rhunedhel.bsky.social)

“The bark

or nightword”

—Loba

Forbidden words, newest list.

stale bread burning
crooks cry havoc
brine crystals
pale upon black pants

old theaters & their alleys
a parrot's answers
torn paper towels
make new napkins

attain unknown

In 2015, the GDWG set up a project, Refugee Tales, pairing established writers with “individuals who have direct experience of Britain’s policy of indefinite immigration detention” for stories modelled on the pilgrims’ narratives in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. (via @drlauravarnam.bsky.social)

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Before You Go.

god only knows
what happened with epstein
cam'ras will blink

remorse
in one nog or another

The Delian Mode.

"Blade Runner: Are you a replicant?

Suspect: Um — no

Blade Runner: Hey! That pause was an em dash"

--@alexblechman.bsky.social

The Black Death Isn't Dead.