A Peripatetic ransacks the scriptorium cabinets for eidetic sustenance and hesitates, looming in impromptu review of the eunuch scorpions roosting in the alcoves: a Lilliputian phalanx ignorantly undertaking wisdom’s custodianship. His duodenum churns back chyme, affronted by presentiments of scroll mites mulling esoterica (thoughtlessly gnawing passages pinpointing ocean-bottom caches of orichalcum—corroborative addendums to Academic fabulation—from the Permanent Record).

I did a bunch of these a while back. I guess this is semi-automatic writing. Unless it's just regular automatic writing, since Burroughs et al. lied about it anyway.

Para. 3 1. Jews [see Para. 5 of the First Executive Decree concerning the Reich Citizenship Law of November 14, 1935; Official Gazette, p. 1333] over the age of six are forbidden to show themselves in public without a Jew's star. Below is a list of allowed Jewish names under German law, arranged into a six-pointed star.

Naming poem.
(The Tunnel by William Gass)

#concretePoetry #vispo

Alien Archaeologists Uncover Notre-Dame After Cecelia F. Klein These creatures prayed within the corpse of their amorphous spider-god: recumbent, legs arrayed in spars (alluding to their ribcage), torqued apart—petitionary hearts to herd beneath a scarab husk; omnocular, eyes roseate, raised pedipalps in welcoming, invariable semaphore. Enshrined atop the parish-loom, inlaying suitors on the mesh of labyrinthine boulevards and underlying catacombs with iron nails in arms outstretched, she drank their deliquescing sins, which, sputtering past gargoyle throats, would ward her ageless maidenhead.

#poetry
knucklebones.rip/notre-dame.html

Listen: closed captions' inept transcription elides a politician's directives. For asinine convictions cowardice is excessive, and hesitation suffices for just-in-time censorship.

What will you do, God, when I croak? I am your jug (when l am broke?) I am your ale (when I've gone flat?) Your daily stint, your feathered hat... You won't mean nuthin after that.

There was a young blade named Trout, who often got in but not out. He stuck in the sheath when he fucked underneath, and the stick was as tight turned about.

"Rilke" poem and a limerick. (The Tunnel by William Gass)

#poetry #limericks

An orange traffic post with stenciled white lettering.

"BURGER CONSTRUCTION"

The dairy industry couldn't capitalize on the dieters' casein-sensitivity.

◇ X-ray of a recently completed artist's book △

Hand-typed and hand-assembled. Ʌ Journey. Each page width is equal to 35km.

postcard of dog with collage and aphorism, writing in German from original sender at bottom

stay tender somehow

a reminder from @dinalrelles.bsky.social and me

See You In Hell (1983)
Grim Reaper
★ ★ ★ ★ ★

See in Hell, my friend.
See in Hell, my friend.
See in Hell, my friend.
I'll see you in Hell.

SALT EARTH (Anagrammed Lines)

Tears halt
the altar's
latter ash.
The astral
rattle has
her, at last.
That's real —
Salt earth.
Salt Earth.

alarm. unsought ascent unveils a scruffy crane with ambered pinions; trotting charcoal-carts uncork embouteillage unwillingly, leak limbering joint oil trickles into balls and sockets (balding may be molting, hope of milkteeth grown regrinning?) lanyard-noose and tiger balm, a poultice on torn hide of pachyderm umbrellastand. no hope on up to cradle carpal cave-in, halt and reeking uvula, front flecked with flakes of pingpong cracker oversurfeit. gummed lids unadhere, pneumatic freshet-gush dilates constricted tubercles; recessional penumbra, and awake.

this morning's #sonnet. trying something a bit different. thanks for reading!

Abstract, molecular dot image of human form arising from DNA double helix. Text below: The Human Genome Project It sequenced pairs and revolutionized biology, working as if a saliva swab extracted your life Scrabblegram (100 tiles, including title) Blanks: C, S

My February #Scrabblegram is sort of a sequel to Dave's #DNA 'gram (see my previous post)

The #HumanGenomeProject determined the base pairs of human DNA, mapping and sequencing our genetic code 🧬

#Scrabble #Science #Biology

Can you find the revolutionary DNA in this Scrabblegram? 🤓 #cryptic

ENTEN LNETE LENET ETELN RELLE

Magic square Kierkegaard poem. From Lot 29. Calico Doorknob by @michaelcisco.bsky.social in The Dagon Collection, Ed. Nate Pedersen.

#vispo #concretePoetry

It occurs to me that the libertarian GMU professors I respected during my youth were laundering fascism to their audiences at the time, e.g. Tyler Cowen for Marc Andreesen, Bryan Caplan for Curtis Yarvin.

• forbear from sloughing tissue-dust
⇢ solicit skin-scale elbow gloves
• delaminate concentric pelts
⇢ subtractively outgrow yourself

#poetry

ghost map, sumi ink on hosho paper 2026 Kanshiketsu!

#asemic #cartogaphy
terrain of ghosts....

Yukio Mishima

Uh oh!

Six Voltas

TREES (For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer

Pink Petals/One for Every Soul/We Are Dancing in the Darkness/Together and Alone.

Extradimensional poem.

(blippo+)

#poetry

WALK PIECE Stir inside of your brains with a penis until things are mixed well. Take a walk. 1961 winter

Yoko Ono again.

COLOR PIECE Visual world not exactly shaped-Sense of smell, anticipation, senses that are not exactly shaped-Dark shadows casted- Rat colors with faint hairly smells and pale dark spots like those on a transparent sheet of celluloid- Rose color with a glitter and softness that is cool and motional- The kind of color that does not exist by itself but only when it is casted between two moving objects- The color like a remaining stain of illusion on a moving object- The color that only happens when movements cut the air in a certain way and go immediately. Use such color to tint your absent thoughts. Have absent thoughts for a long time. 1964 summer

"Have absent thoughts for a long time."

Yoko Ono

2026.02.07 SoCal Moot: Saturday, February 7, 2026 - Signum University Come join fellow Tolkien enthusiasts in Carlsbad, CA (near San Diego)! Tickets start at just $25!

SoCal Moot's on Saturday. See you there.

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A video-game-guide style description of a man-sized cage.

"The entire world fits within it."

(Vermis III by Plastiboo from Hollow Press.)

A loading dock with a painted warning on the driveway. One letter is worn away, causing it to read “KEEP LEAR”.

KEEP LEAR, my friends.

LANGUAGE 10. a programming language with only one valid program: a text that attempts to define programming that program, when run, recreates itself, reproducing its own source code its text defines "programming language" in a way that the language itself proves invalid it has hundreds of thousands of programs, almost none created with intent

The cover of Forty-Four Esolangs: chromatically-tinted vertical photographic slices of the sky.

Quines for the quine god.

(Forty-Four Esolangs: The Art of Esoteric Code by Daniel Temkin)

The cover of MOUNTEBANK by Tom Snarsky, out March 2026 from Broken Sleep Books. On the cover is a mirrored image of a black-and-white theatrical mask, held by disembodied hands, with two trailing ghostly copies of the image just behind like it’s been animated.

MOUNTEBANK is a book of bells and bodies, of vows made in a kitchen and broken in public, of love that keeps asking for water and coffee and proof. Tom Snarsky writes with a bright, restless intelligence that can turn from saints to spreadsheet cells, from roadkill to set theory, from the hush of a pond to the blunt pressure of debt and modern work. These poems are funny in the way survival gets funny, and tender in the way tenderness sometimes arrives as a warning.

Across five parts, MOUNTEBANK moves through fractured lyric, devotional shards, and a suite of sharp, human translations, all threaded with animals, weather, faith, tech, and the daily negotiations of partnership. It is a collection that listens hard to the world’s static and still finds music there, even when the music stings. ABOUT Tom Snarsky: Tom Snarsky is the author of the chapbooks Threshold (Another New Calligraphy) and Complete Sentences (Broken Sleep Books), as well as the full-length poetry collections Light-Up Swan (Ornithopter Press), Reclaimed Water (Ornithopter Press), and A Letter From The Mountain & Other Poems (Animal Heart Press). He lives in the mountains of northwestern Virginia with his wife Kristi and their cats.

RIPPED WHISPER Teach me how to kill time or joy, but not both the fog reflected in the pond looks brighter I read Nerval way too late & love how he believes in god because his friends want to hear him talk

I’m excited to share that my newest book, MOUNTEBANK, is available for preorder from @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social!! many thanks to editor extraordinaire Aaron Kent @godzillakent.bsky.social for all his work to make this a beautiful, holdable thing. can’t wait for it to be out in the world in March~

So, I have been running a very ragtag poetry workshop group, and I am considering opening it up to everyone who might be interested in submitting to Prune Juice. Anyone interested?

#poetrycommunity #WritingCommunity

Grayscale photograph of a man using a hospital “evidence cart”. Below, the text: DR. PULVIS: This doom device this idol-izer Eschaton Accelerator Mammonic effigy Diorama depicting The death of history The death of memory Humanity's soul Sold to the technosphere In pieces Mephistopheles incarnate in plastic carapace- Get it out! OUUUUT!

The cover or Ultratheatre: blocky white text on black background. Grayscale Ernst Haeckel drawings of spiny lifeforms (Stephoidea).

Monologue excerpt.
(Ultratheatre by Logan Berry from @1111press.bsky.social.)