"You must stay drunk on writing
so reality cannot destroy you."
-- Ray Bradbury
Posts by Thad DeVassie
I miss seeing that LLM out here in the wild....
Artwork that resembles your writing that doesn't follow genre
// THE MECHANICAL CENTAUR //
analog collage
Trust your unstoppable instincts. This is the future.
reading prose poems with some legends of the form on Saturday!
12 or 20 (second series) questions with LJ Pemberton / @ljabouttown.bsky.social @malarkeybooks.bsky.social ;
robmclennan.blogspot.com/2026/04/12-o...
A modified take on the traditional Diver Down flag that shows the white stripe in deeper, lower left position and the discoloration of flag to a worn and weathered blue, signaling distress and loss
// DIVER TOO FAR DOWN //
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acrylic on reclaimed wood
Haps Will!
resurfacing this in case your weekend was just pure bliss, but we really should be talking about this novel more with the current state of "move fast and break things"
This, followed by the RHCP doc on Hillel Slovak, and I'm seeing Flea in a different light, a more favorable, let-me-stand-in-this kind of light
Feeling like Olga Ravn's sparse, memo-driven novel should be required reading in this early age of chat bots and humanoid robots.
This reads less like fiction (or science fiction) and more like inevitable confessions.
Shakingly brilliant.
Here's something I haven't said in a while:
New Mitch poem!
I've sent out very little work over the last couple of years*, but here's one in the Winter '26 Inscape Journal:
inscape.byu.edu/2026/04/09/u...
UPDATE: now it's Friday.
Cheers.
Love this new piece by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social.
The early grounding and clarification of oven temps...
the constant changing of music...
Feel like a kitchen convo I have nightly w/o the tech
We got a write up in Buffalo Rising!!
Really sweet of them, we’re definitely trying our best here at @eveninghouse.bsky.social and people seem to dig it! 🥹🙏
With Independent Bookstore Day coming this month, any press or good vibes are a blessing
sweet fancy moses these fairy tales ... what a delight!
Out here slingin' food + drink art (and a lot of other art, tbh) until my book drops in August thaddevassie.com
I offered to him, but he tells me he's a whiskey guy...
at least I know what to paint next
acrylic painting of a full pint of stout beer with a frothy head. The beverage is on a wood table with light coming in from the right side with a window reflection in the pint glass. Shadowing appears on the table and back wall.
INCOMING: a new series of paintings on reclaimed wood salvaged from my near 80-year-old neighbor Phil's workshop.
Is it Friday yet?
This was such fun and has become a favorite Not place to be each year.
We need more people like Evan... thank you for sharing about him here. I wish the best day possible for him tomorrow, along with all of that accumulated wisdom and experience that will catapult him forward to sunnier days ahead. I hope many will celebrate him & his character.
Happy birthday, Evan, from some writer type who is admiring your wife's words about the person you are. I've cared for my parents in their demise, so that hit hard. But I'll say this, if you find yourself in Ohio -- stuck or passing through -- my light is on. Door is open. Kindness like yours wins.
In the days of early internet & SASE submissions, a well-regarded poet & dept. chair I workshopped with said bluntly -- "This isn't working. Go study Charlie Simic, James Tate, Russell Edson. They'll teach you more than I can." Them & a few dozen more. Best advice ever. That's been my DIY education.
Beautiful, Lisa!
acrylic painting of a narrow water channel with trees on both sides; color is more vibrant inside the channel with deep greens, marine blues, and blue-green reflections in the water. An outcropping of trees are visible, but hazy in the still-lifting fog. Beyond the channel, color is bleached out with hints of light green, yellow and rucksack twill-colored sky, making it difficult to pinpoint the line between water and sky.
It's poetry month, and here I am painting, telling myself "this too is a form of poetry."
// CHANNEL ENVY //
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Quiet passages.
Rudderless floating.
Color before sun-bleaching.
Fuzzy outcroppings.
Fog still lifting.
Notice what goes unnoticed.
Stay still just a few minutes longer.
missed opportunitites...
"It feels like nothing matters in our private universe" - Neil Finn
// PRIVATE UNIVERSE //
8 x 10
I read that as "got @tacobellquarterly.org in the mall" and thought damn, why doesn't my mall have TBQ?
Lights out, pooch
(pen sketch)