Congrats, Rob!

Strokestown poetry prize shortlist revealed Books newsletter: a wrap of the latest news and preview of tomorrow’s pages

Very much looking forward to June 17th in @hodgesfiggis.bsky.social in Dublin. Tell your (Dublin or Dublin-adjacent) friends. Deepest thanks to @junec.bsky.social and @davidcollard.bsky.social for helping me with this. And many thanks to @martindoyle.bsky.social

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The Death of the Future My chatbot friend never remembers the last talk we had and waits for me in its black, odourless cold, looking out the window at a different past, thinking incisively about nothing until we s…

Just published in A Thin Slice of Anxiety:

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I was just thinking about you, as I am reading "The Sciences of the Artificial" by Herbert Simon and he mentions Bayesian decision analysis. And your post popped up! I will leave it to you to calculate the probabilities.

In May 2024 a Yellow-crowned Night Heron was discovered in western Ireland village of Belcarra, 1000s of stormy transatlantic 🌊 miles from its American home.

Named Lorrie in honour of its local discoverer, Lorraine Ryan-Jennings, it inspired tourists, art and poetry 1/3 🧵

Glad you remember it!

Its very own poem... 2/3

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Wonderful. 💙💙 We know a poem about that Heron bsky.app/profile/scyf... @scyflynn.bsky.social

Suprematism

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Oh yes

why do nerds
suddenly appear
every time
I post here

My situation exactly

I’m very glad that Best Son is having a great ski day, but this very loud, stuffy, and overcrowded ski lodge is grating and the horrendous cover band is causing my brain to shrivel. In short, I’m having a hard time entertaining myself …

Ask me odd questions?

Eating so much meat and dairy that my nutrition app tells me to go lite with some whiskey, neat

Plausibly Blue Australian Antarctic Territory, midsummer Under the frozen anaemia of summer,the still air smells like dry gods melting.The iceberg hides its whiteness in this blue,hoarding the red light like drag…

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Iceberg poem just published in Antipodes

Plausibly Blue Australian Antarctic Territory, midsummer Under the frozen anaemia of summer,the still air smells like dry gods melting.The iceberg hides its whiteness in this blue,hoarding the red light like dragon’s jewelsand letting go the violet rays;if it could hold those fast as well,the mountain would drift by like a black hole,sucking in the light and giving nothing back…

Plausibly Blue

Australian Antarctic Territory, midsummer Under the frozen anaemia of summer,the still air smells like dry gods melting.The iceberg hides its whiteness in this blue,hoarding the red light like dragon’s jewelsand letting go the violet rays;if it could hold those fast as well,the…

Just published in Antipodes
#poetry

Ireland’s basic income for the arts scheme becomes permanent When piloted, initiative that provided €325 a week to eligible artists recouped more than its net cost, study shows

'A more vibrant arts sector brought myriad benefits such as greater economic activity, improved mental wellbeing, critical thinking and innovation...'

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So William Hague is The Last Man

Learn to ode.

Sorry to hear this

friend of mine is an undocumented immigrant and has been hiding in Melania theaters bc he knows people assume no one is in there

Yes

McGonagall realised if he were to succeed as a poet, he required a patron and wrote to Queen Victoria. He received a letter of rejection, written by a royal functionary, thanking him for his interest.[10]: vii  McGonagall took this as praise for his work.

McGonagall's life is ripe to be made into a slapstick comedy

Whilst working at the loom, McGonagall would entertain his shopmates with recitations from Shakespeare. On one occasion they paid a local theatre owner to allow him to appear in the title role in a production of Macbeth. Convinced that the actor playing Macduff was envious of him, McGonagall refused to die in the final act.

Just reading about the incredible things William McGonagall got up to

This is why I listen to music with no discernible tune.

Two guards stand either side of the door. One likes big butts and cannot lie. One likes big butts and cannot tell the truth.

For those joining Bluesky from the Bad Place: welcome.

Yes, you could/should have made the decision sooner, but it is never too late to make a good decision.

And there is a lot on this site which will remind you of the Bad Place before it was bad.

The image is a meme styled like a framed painting of the philosopher René Descartes, with his long dark hair and clothing visible but the central part of his face blurred out. At the top, in bold black letters on a white background, the text reads: “Descartes when he realized that people who don`t think also exist.”

"Omerrors"