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2024-25 Pushcart heartbreak nominee. You know: I have to give you up again And I can't. I am after the lost sign, the single pledge you graced me with. And hell is certain

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · Aug 21

The language of longing isn't in writing. It's a braille made of absent touching and skin

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 7h

Sam Altman's LLM sexting you:

No, you are absolutely right. That is a complicated maneuver... and we can never tell what goes where

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Not JPo @notjpo.bsky.social · Aug 1

I honestly can’t think of anything worse than if it were raining men

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 7h

Swedish academy is like: no, we will never give the Peace Nobel to Hitler. This year we are awarding Eva Braun

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 10h

e. e. Cummings is a greater American poet than Walt Whitman. There. I said it.
Deal with it.

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gamera obscura @ohrobin.bsky.social · 11h

Happy Anita Bryant Humiliation Day

A four-panel image of Anita Bryant being pied in her sanctimonious face by gay rights activist Thom Higgins, 1977.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 11h

A dollar an oyster. From New Brunswick. Oysters are not for the rich. Yes, this vagabond unemployed poet is having oysters

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 11h

He was! He had a brouhaha with Breton in Paris

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 11h

But surrealism is very diverse. Like, I don't dig Breton and many others. But I do Vallejo.

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 11h

He is good... following his own path on the surrealist tradition

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 12h

More poetry from Nobel poet Nigerian Wole Soyinka

The Last Lamp

A pale
Incision in the skin of night
It dwindles downhill, weaker bled
From pole to passage, dye
And shroud

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 12h

Poets have swag!
Pyromaniac poet Dambudzo Marechera.

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phillip crymble @phillipcrymble.bsky.social · 14h

e.e. cummings, born on this day in 1894

christ but they're few

all (beyond win
or lose) good true
beautiful things

god he sings

the robin (who
'll be silent in
a moon or two)

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Paul Bernal @paulbernal.bsky.social · 18h

BREAKING: Shabana Mahmood announces that immigrants will have to recite Beowulf in its entirety in Old English, without notes, before being allowed entry to the U.K.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 12h

I think it rains
By Wole Soyinka

Oh it must rain
These closures of the mind, binding us
In strange despairs, teaching
Purity of sadness

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 13h

Today's poet is Nigerian Wole Soyinka

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 13h

Yo!

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 15h

Morning, Darling

poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 15h

Good morning to the burned out poets

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Benjamin Dreyer @bcdreyer.social · 17h

Happy E. E. Cummings's birthday!

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 1d

A Louise Glück for Canadian Thanksgiving and the beautiful decaying of Autumn

Thanksgiving
The leaves have fallen; on the dry ground
the wind makes piles of them, sorting
all it destroys

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ali altaf mian @alialtafmian.bsky.social · 1d

“we ourselves were the the unknown law that we obeyed”

clarice lispector

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 1d

I bend the grey of this morning sky's in an aubade of sadness.

What can you do when dawn doesn't wait for you, doesn't wake you up and you're left to the snooze button of your own life.
This sadness isn't new. Or it is and I just have become too familiar with the face of sorrow.

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 1d

John Wieners

The higher one goes
up the angelic ladder
remains the minute bits
and ends of our life:

Seeds there to recur when we
are most unaware.
Old faces, letters crop up again.
Words from our poems

Menace the night.

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Bloody Mary (mirror entity, not cocktail) @marygillis.bsky.social · 1d

Today is Canadian Thanksgiving, the day Canadians eat turkey to celebrate the eating of turkey.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 1d

Yup