To be fair, the fact that the Hawks beat the Knicks and the whole nation could see it makes up for it :-)

memento guy tattoo "close your eyes when denethor is eating a tomato"

Just wild that I can watch the Hawks/Knicks on NBC. But not the Cavs/Raptors. Unbelievable.

No Cavs game for me tonight. Thanks, Peacock. Maybe I should've nabbed tickets to the game instead...

I enjoyed watching that other running robot fall down and shattering into multiple pieces more.

It's gonna be a loooooong May. (Or a short one LOLz)

I'm partial to Charles's commentary :-)

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POEM 327: "Language Only Heaven Understands" by Donna Vorreyer @djvorreyer.bsky.social

drunken wedding guests slur apologies
for eating all the frosting roses with their hands

the silent syllables of a skull, its unhinged jaw
open like a mute and welcoming hand

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thank you, Alex! :-)

A rectangular prayer niche at the Cleveland Museum of Art; blue and teal tiles, white Arabic script, other geometric patterns, vines, and florals; there's an alcove in the center and a crowned archway that leads to the inset. Marble base.

Ekphrasis on the Prayer Niche (Mihrab) at the Cleveland Museum of Art Every visit to the art museum, I make sure To walk by this niche right off the atrium Those vivid blues and teals always seem to lure me in Beg me to get on my knees And wait for a voice that brings me impossible calm The white glaze grows into vines, flowers, geometry A script that says His light is like a niche In which is a lamp I find in the enclosed space To let my soul fall and sit ensconced in whatever Peace doesn’t exist in the world Not beyond these alcoves, these walls There’s an element of buffering that has brought me time To see whether we’ll ever have the calm of the ancients A scroll unraveling the histories of the unknown I know more than I did in my young adult life As I saw the Arabic on the seals in the Hagia Sophia Announcing what the building was after the icons After the movement and the back and the forth And how do I know really what the trajectory is Now that we’ve cleaved forward into the future Now that we’re on a ferry, and the strait’s not a straight Line but an eddy that wants to send us back the wrong way

I wrote an ekphrastic poem yesterday on my favorite thing at the Cleveland Museum of Art, a prayer niche from Iran. Every single time I go to the museum, I head here first. There's just something about the piece.

Ugh -- so sorry. The worst. :-(

A rectangular prayer niche at the Cleveland Museum of Art; blue and teal tiles, white Arabic script, other geometric patterns, vines, and florals; there's an alcove in the center and a crowned archway that leads to the inset. Marble base.

Ekphrasis on the Prayer Niche (Mihrab) at the Cleveland Museum of Art Every visit to the art museum, I make sure To walk by this niche right off the atrium Those vivid blues and teals always seem to lure me in Beg me to get on my knees And wait for a voice that brings me impossible calm The white glaze grows into vines, flowers, geometry A script that says His light is like a niche In which is a lamp I find in the enclosed space To let my soul fall and sit ensconced in whatever Peace doesn’t exist in the world Not beyond these alcoves, these walls There’s an element of buffering that has brought me time To see whether we’ll ever have the calm of the ancients A scroll unraveling the histories of the unknown I know more than I did in my young adult life As I saw the Arabic on the seals in the Hagia Sophia Announcing what the building was after the icons After the movement and the back and the forth And how do I know really what the trajectory is Now that we’ve cleaved forward into the future Now that we’re on a ferry, and the strait’s not a straight Line but an eddy that wants to send us back the wrong way

I wrote an ekphrastic poem yesterday on my favorite thing at the Cleveland Museum of Art, a prayer niche from Iran. Every single time I go to the museum, I head here first. There's just something about the piece.

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Oh, by the way, this poem's in my upcoming book "It's Easy To Lose Your Breath"! You should all pre-order it today if you haven't yet ;-)

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Kevin A. Risner — Ghost City Press During the First Year of the Pandemic, a Frog Snuck into the House

Well, here's a poem about us rescuing a frog in 2020. We're usually successful in our wild animal returns to nature!

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Tried to rescue a bee that got in our house and wound up killing it... 😭 That's all for me today. See ya.

A poem from Diane Seuss's most recent collection, Modern Poetry.
Against narrativizing.

Comma

What possible song

would you play when you toss my ashes,
someone once asked me.
There is no song, he said. Don't
narrativize, Diane: Don't narrativize Diane.
See what a comma can do?

Closing thoughts on April 16th as I go to bed? No. Not really. I’m tired.

Lucy K Shaw, from Troisième Vague (@shabbydollhouse.bsky.social)

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I will be so distraught if we lose this.

OMG I fucking hate this. It's April, you fools.

I swear to god if Messick doesn't get this win.... 🤬

I did not yet exist. 😭 😭

One day I will see a pitcher on my team throw a no-hitter. One day...

GODDAMNIT

OMG why are the O's doing a pitching change NOW. Are they looking at the radar?!?!?!?!?!!??

Please, Messick. Just one more inning. 🙏

If I had to read this headline this morning, you all do. 🤢

If you see this, quote with a picture of you in glasses