#vss365
It would have seemed
too unfair
and all too and so easy
Just to make some
Shatteringly
doll-frozen
image out of it
like as if out of some scary horror movie.
O! but, if it hadn’t been for Aphrodite #seafoaming up now,
there, on the
beach!
Thanks to…
@marcialynnpaul.bsky.social
@koelh.bsky.social
@jangoeswriting.bsky.social
@fizzytwizler.bsky.social
for your reposts here and some other threads lately
🙏🏼 🙏🏼 🙏🏼
(will eventually return to more regular participating, try to catch up with everybody’s all things but meanwhile thanks)
#vss365
“Optimism,” the Professor had said on my Zoom,
“Was a Vice
Of the Blind, only”
Looking forward…(as I coughed loudly)…
Through my
Slatted curtains
To the
A-amazing surfeit of the
Lotto-ticketed Sensationalisms
Played for like food.
#blind
#vss365
a sea breeze
and
some other clichés
as
the roped-off scenery is
an arm pointing from out of the sky a finger right at you
and
the setting sun was astonishing
#arm
#vss365
As if gravity
Had made the ring
His seventeen whispers
Slipped in
As his
Ineloquent lies crisscrossed
In the skies,
And he said,
What I would not….
To lure you in
#ring
A large, tall, open rectangular shape in the left and upper portion. It looks like a backwards “C” or a simplified, angular hook or a doorway. The top horizontal line slants slightly downward to the right, then drops vertically before turning inward with a shorter horizontal segment, creating a stepped or “stair-step” indentation on the right side. The left vertical line extends all the way down. In the bottom right corner, there’s a solid black circle partially overlapped by a lighter gray oblong shape of roughly the same size. The overlap creates a crescent-like effect on the black side, giving the impression of, maybe, a moon phase.
Art (by me who’s not much of an
artist. . . .)
AI is not the threat.
It is another instrument, another listener.
It exposes the mechanical in us,
and frees what remains human.
Fear belongs to those whose art is already machine.
3/3
#vss365
(She was. . . .)
Fascinated by
His sigh. At a lonely tav-
ern. On the edge of….
#fascinate
“… and why is the last outlet for electricity not there no more, and if the stories that we’d always spake sideways outrightly don’t waver then where’d all the tulips and potatoes go, or is that what she wondering?”
#vss365 #waver
The question, then, must’ve gone something like… if the twin primes conjecture turned out to be true, would that also mean that there *must* be an infinite number of even numbers occurring right in between two twin primes that are also divisible by seven (and therefore by 14 also) or not? 🤷🏽
A blackboard covered in white chalked equations….
#vss365 #division
No, no…. long division was always a schism and a difference — and no, there’s no damn “différance” — dammit! — so now, shaddup kid cause I’m pretty sure there are no paradoxical incommensurabilties entering into this ever… “BUT couldn’t ever there be?“
… No!!
#vss365
‘Her soul would be like a
partaking of vampire clouds,
that only the devil knows,’
he had exclaimed.
#partake
… & the swirling came from inside the image. Vibrating in a room in the same way music sometimes vibrates to its own sound waves—with the notes overlapping, and the harmony & disharmonies braiding each to each as if the image itself had been the one having the experiences.
#vss365 #harmony
Prompt 193 Drifting Furrowed Fields
#SenseWrds 193
An old farmer
plowing amidst the
dust clouds, at random.
Pic
#vss365
Her new mood has tossed her
satellite in his sky
like a sigh or a
disorbitaling gas giant.
#orbital
#SenseWrds
188
… in sporadic kinetic syncopating aesthetic pulses once fame found its solace in the traditional shade of billionaires’ lawns, the parties were rockin’.
Thx 😊 for the reposting:
@krislindbeck.bsky.social
@sensewords.bsky.social
@owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Album Cover: The Very Best of doors, The Doors
13. Superstorm Riders - “Riders on the Storm” by The Doors: A brooding organ and the tides, and the rig’s cramped roar rushing through as the flood hazes the driver.
Playlist Links↑Above
"No, no." Willoe's head shook a bit more emphatically for a moment. Then - as if something, another possible world perhaps - had invaded her consciousness - as soon as she made another little, brief glance over at Aaesha, she paused. "Well but, there really was a time for that, you know? When a thing like that could happen in someone's real, actual life….. during our parents's times." "I suppose..." But Aaesha doesn't know. She doesn't know the stories. Not much about the sociological backgroundings neither; those wide lives, all the options they had; the international trade agreements; the endless rivers of containers sliding in and out through night-lit harbours as though they were some magnanimous gift - with their widths, depths and masses easily comparable to.... but, oh my god, why was she thinking about... cargo containers? Had she ever not cared less about anything in her whole life? She is, after all, though, only another a math-shamaness — a girls-doing-STEM girl who'd shown off sufficient amounts of the proper enthusiasms and aptitudes at an early enough age, and was later trained up among the new kinds of hyper-specialized, technico-wonderchildren who'd been slated in those days to be taking over the world. That other stuff is not within of her scope. The economics, the dynamics. The symbolisms. All the goods, the choices. But it didn't matter....
.... straight talk of my own crooked heart; the ridiculously incapacitated, and the uninspirations of a certain, unsullen highlit out-of-the-blue-one-knowingly-impossibly growing. Mostly G.... oing toward the impossibility to say so & to say so that some of the things that think so loudly without ever being straight, like, are... IS it a crime? — & WAS it a crime just to put in all that time? & just WHO the f*ck. are you - are you? - are you, you so unconquerably? •••
Can you hear it?
The brushed underbelly of
my heart beating
rushed
like a hummingbird
drunk on sap‑sweet wells
I’m just a shy sliver
of creaking sky
hiding
but you’re my crimson ache
my dark swallowed flame
my #beastly shiver of lightning
vining down my spine
burn me
breathe me
eat my ashes
#vss365
👋 hey, MB Henry, seems like it’s been a while. Nice to see an old-timer now and then…. & ‘grats on your new pub! 📕 ✨💫
#vss365
… then he dove, with uncertainty, into
the #beastly enclaves
of her beauty, driving
in a wide, purple Jag, seeking out
his neon-silver destiny, unknowingly.
Prompt 187 Resilient Timeless Grace
#SenseWrds 187
Uneroded by the
tictoccings, and unaffected
by the hours, the
stone dancer was….
Thx to 🙏🏼 Fiz, Ambient, Jan fo’ yo’ repostings!
@fizzytwizler.bsky.social
@ambientdread.bsky.social
@jangoeswriting.bsky.social
📤
Now, Maeve’s smile had turned to an even more evil smirk. “What should we do then, Aaesha? Should we… shoot them down?” Aaesha only smiled back at her gently. “No Maeve… I think we should just … leave it be? I’d rather stay with you guys a bit longer. I really like living and working here with you two, you know? Where it’s quiet and there’s so few distractions. Only just the old, radio tunes Willoe pipes in and she loves so much. No, honestly… Maeve, even though I may have to fly off somewhere, someday, on some days I think I might be lovin’ it still, just being here. Although on some days, I think … maybe, on a summer’s day, someday, somehow,?” She had trailed off, though, into a jazzy murmur which, for an observer with a more subtle ear, might have suggested her heart was quietly contradicting her—perhaps in some other, a newer node of a misgiving still, or a slender crack of longing that’d hovered, uncertain in the air, unthought of in the calculations.
#vss365
Oh… but only to glance
unimpededly
at her in those minuscule
moments
after the dark settles in,
he‘s wondered for so long?
#minuscule
Daybreak Balancing Crumbs
Tyvm @sensewords.bsky.social 🙏🏼
… that time your three words combined spurred something on how a paragraph in my novel WiP might go, which seemed lucky 🍀 for me. So that was a cut at it….