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by Michael Leunig (via The Red Hand Files)

As Nick Cave describes it: In his classic cartoon, ‘Gee Dad, you’re fantastic!’, a father plays his ukulele to the delight of his family, picnicking in a beam of light that cuts though an utterly devastated landscape.

List of Dead Things

flown off
[zone / cosm]
leaving an absence

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haiku by Wakayuki Fukuda

spring is around the corner

but with a different password

Finished reading: South of the Pumphouse by Les Claypool 📚

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pipes stacked
muddied
awaiting burial
bale of barbed wire
with leaves for barbs

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from The Red Hand Files by Nick Cave

If we do not attend to the work of projecting delight upon the world, what are we actually doing? If we do not look for joy, search for it, reach deep for it, what are we saying about the world? Are we saying that malevolence is the routine stuff of life, that oppression and corruption and degradation is the very matter of the world? That we greet each day with suspicion, bitterness and contempt? It seems to me that to make suffering the focus of our attention, to pay witness only to the malevolence of the world, is to be in service to the devil himself.

Joy sings small, bright songs in the dark — these moments, so easily disregarded, so quickly dismissed, are the radiant points of light that pierce the gloom to give validation to the world.

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gubydal
in a cabinet
crumbs

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from Too Much and Not the Mood by Durga Chew-Bose

Still now, on those hot summer days when the sun lacquers Manhattan storefronts into something aureate and amber-rich, when the air is im-penetrable, blistered, and rank, and when brick tenements on Ludlow evoke whatever decade speaks to your nostalgia, my brother’s copy of Paul’s Boutique comes to mind.

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gray wind
goes and goes and goes and goes
through empty spots

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from alternate names for black boys by Danez Smith

  1. monster until proven ghost

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white shag rice
broccoli in the weave
beef feet

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haiku by Takeshi Endo

to crickets’ voice
I return
a cricket

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hollowed ground
a closet full of steam
water runs

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haiku from ant ant ant ant ant

a mostly blank page with the following typewritten at the bottom: dusk fallen down on her luck     bags inside bags inside bags >=

I wrote a weird sonnet and it got published in the And Now, A Sonnet newsletter.

Here’s the first line as a teaser:

Strange duck / Odd bird / Walk into a bar

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sticks in the wind
seed pods, squashed
cardinal
bright red
above oil black seeds

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haiku by Kristen Lindquist

hanging over us
an icicle
the length of March

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concrete water tomb

Haiku Poetics via Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami 📚

Octopus flesh, faintly red, the roaring sea

The roaring sea, octopus flesh, faintly red

“It’s Basho," Sensei said.

You could say that the haiku we have written together is based on Basho’s haiku. It has an interesting broken meter. “The darkening sea, faintly white, a wild duck calls” doesn’t work, because this way “faintly white” carries over to both the sea and the duck’s call. When it comes at the end, it brings the whole haiku to life. Do you understand? See?

Finished reading: Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami 📚

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by Seihaku Irako, via: Strange Weather in Tokyo

In loneliness I have drifted this long way, alone.
My torn and shabby robe could not keep out the cold.
And tonight the sky was so clear
it made my heart ache all the more.

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graffiti / gears / ground / halted / blocked / still, life

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by Osvaldo Gutierrez Gomez

List of Dead Things

if you want
rights
incorporate yourself

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The Best Thing About A Poem by Max Lavergne

The best thing about a poem is that you can fit the whole thing into the body of an email without needing attachments. The best thing about a travelling salesman is that he can fit everything he needs into his little suitcase and go and go without ever stopping until he has sold everything in there 1000 times over, or even more, and even then he can still go on and on and on. The best thing about a jellyfish is that it wants practically nothing and gets practically nothing. It all works out.