c.c. o'hanlon
@ccohanlon.bsky.social
vagabond. sea-dweller. diarist. wreck.
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"So here is us, on the raggedy edge."
– from the film Serenity (2005)
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"So here is us, on the raggedy edge."
– from the film Serenity (2005)
Below decks at the saloon table, sipping from a mug of hot onion soup while assessing a length of frayed electrical wiring, Ahmoudou Madassane's solo guitar riffing 'Akaline Akaline' at low volume (thanks @kimcarsons4.bsky.social), and for about three minutes, my world feels exactly as it should.
November 25, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Below decks at the saloon table, sipping from a mug of hot onion soup while assessing a length of frayed electrical wiring, Ahmoudou Madassane's solo guitar riffing 'Akaline Akaline' at low volume (thanks @kimcarsons4.bsky.social), and for about three minutes, my world feels exactly as it should.
Rain across the harbour this evening. Rain tomorrow morning. A near gale in the afternoon.
Good times.
(And we have no provisions aboard. Well done us.)
Good times.
(And we have no provisions aboard. Well done us.)
November 24, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Rain across the harbour this evening. Rain tomorrow morning. A near gale in the afternoon.
Good times.
(And we have no provisions aboard. Well done us.)
Good times.
(And we have no provisions aboard. Well done us.)
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This is an essay I wrote about music and grief and sunsets and water and grief and brothers and grief. It’d mean a hell of a lot if you set aside a little time to read it.
The Consolations of Waterloo Sunsets
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The Consolations of Waterloo Sunsets
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October 19, 2024 at 7:25 PM
This is an essay I wrote about music and grief and sunsets and water and grief and brothers and grief. It’d mean a hell of a lot if you set aside a little time to read it.
The Consolations of Waterloo Sunsets
mcblogs.montgomerycollege.edu/potomacrevie...
The Consolations of Waterloo Sunsets
mcblogs.montgomerycollege.edu/potomacrevie...
(from a notebook, Tulsa, 1999)
this fugitive gene:
I live on the run.
unfound crimes abrade
the edge of consciousness.
tell me about them,
you said — but why?
confession, a mere litany of sin,
can’t lift the stain of memory.
this fugitive gene:
I live on the run.
unfound crimes abrade
the edge of consciousness.
tell me about them,
you said — but why?
confession, a mere litany of sin,
can’t lift the stain of memory.
November 24, 2025 at 5:10 PM
(from a notebook, Tulsa, 1999)
this fugitive gene:
I live on the run.
unfound crimes abrade
the edge of consciousness.
tell me about them,
you said — but why?
confession, a mere litany of sin,
can’t lift the stain of memory.
this fugitive gene:
I live on the run.
unfound crimes abrade
the edge of consciousness.
tell me about them,
you said — but why?
confession, a mere litany of sin,
can’t lift the stain of memory.
I watch the kettle while it boils
I open my notebook
on the kitchen table
by a window
with green curtains
and lo and behold I find a candle
meant for emergency
but at 23 who waits for that
you see a candle
you light it..."
A memoir/poem by @kellyjeanrebar.bsky.social
@thearsonista.bsky.social
I open my notebook
on the kitchen table
by a window
with green curtains
and lo and behold I find a candle
meant for emergency
but at 23 who waits for that
you see a candle
you light it..."
A memoir/poem by @kellyjeanrebar.bsky.social
@thearsonista.bsky.social
Late September 1978 by Kelly Rebar
Photo by Kelly Rebar Every year I’m taken therethe air the light the sightof leavesdrifting pastwithout a care I’m drivingin the Rockiesin my old Plymouth Valianta shade of bronzeyou don’t much see…
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November 22, 2025 at 8:37 PM
I watch the kettle while it boils
I open my notebook
on the kitchen table
by a window
with green curtains
and lo and behold I find a candle
meant for emergency
but at 23 who waits for that
you see a candle
you light it..."
A memoir/poem by @kellyjeanrebar.bsky.social
@thearsonista.bsky.social
I open my notebook
on the kitchen table
by a window
with green curtains
and lo and behold I find a candle
meant for emergency
but at 23 who waits for that
you see a candle
you light it..."
A memoir/poem by @kellyjeanrebar.bsky.social
@thearsonista.bsky.social
Just posted @thearsonista.bsky.social: three poems by German-born but Norwegian-based Alexis Karlsen, whose work "spans three languages and reflects the life experience of a disillusioned underdog drifter."
Three Poems by Alexis Karlsen
Ferdaminni [XI/24 – X/25] The dust on the roadRotting leaves on a cold autumn morningThe faint scent of hasty intimacy hours earlierThe dogs are nervous tonightThere’s blood on the wind…
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November 22, 2025 at 12:44 PM
Just posted @thearsonista.bsky.social: three poems by German-born but Norwegian-based Alexis Karlsen, whose work "spans three languages and reflects the life experience of a disillusioned underdog drifter."
"Once you see past the cellophaned shop-window of tourism and into the infected stomach-wound of political history you begin a journey to the centre of dictatorship..."
Jagged reflections by @linecaro.bsky.social's, via @thearsonista.bsky.social, on being an observer at Turkish writers' trials.
Jagged reflections by @linecaro.bsky.social's, via @thearsonista.bsky.social, on being an observer at Turkish writers' trials.
Journey To The Centre Of Dictatorship by Line Stockford
Photo by Caroline Stockford Once you see past the cellophaned shop-window of tourism and into the infected stomach-wound of political history you begin a journey to the centre of dictatorship. And …
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November 22, 2025 at 12:08 PM
"Once you see past the cellophaned shop-window of tourism and into the infected stomach-wound of political history you begin a journey to the centre of dictatorship..."
Jagged reflections by @linecaro.bsky.social's, via @thearsonista.bsky.social, on being an observer at Turkish writers' trials.
Jagged reflections by @linecaro.bsky.social's, via @thearsonista.bsky.social, on being an observer at Turkish writers' trials.
The swell is causing Wrack to pitch violently and snatch at its lines. A length of timber capping on the gunwhale has split and we're increasing a wrapping of cotton rags around the lines to absorb the shock loads.
November 22, 2025 at 11:48 AM
The swell is causing Wrack to pitch violently and snatch at its lines. A length of timber capping on the gunwhale has split and we're increasing a wrapping of cotton rags around the lines to absorb the shock loads.
05.10am: wake to rain and the low, persistent thrum of a hard mistral through the rigging.
November 22, 2025 at 4:15 AM
05.10am: wake to rain and the low, persistent thrum of a hard mistral through the rigging.
"The cost of the coast is the loss
of honest sand, which was host
to myriad lives we’ve failed
to understand. Now there are
daily sweeps of machines
to scrape the bought sand smooth."
The Long Game, a poem by another American, Kyla Houbolt, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.
of honest sand, which was host
to myriad lives we’ve failed
to understand. Now there are
daily sweeps of machines
to scrape the bought sand smooth."
The Long Game, a poem by another American, Kyla Houbolt, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.
The Long Game by Kyla Houbolt
Cutting locust tree saplingsto feed to the sheep whoblatt impatiently. A locust grovehas started and it must be stopped.Locust has thorns and is goodfor little except feeding goatsand sheep. Althou…
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November 21, 2025 at 4:04 PM
"The cost of the coast is the loss
of honest sand, which was host
to myriad lives we’ve failed
to understand. Now there are
daily sweeps of machines
to scrape the bought sand smooth."
The Long Game, a poem by another American, Kyla Houbolt, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.
of honest sand, which was host
to myriad lives we’ve failed
to understand. Now there are
daily sweeps of machines
to scrape the bought sand smooth."
The Long Game, a poem by another American, Kyla Houbolt, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.
A rare glimpse into a poet's observations, via this November edition of @thearsonista.bsky.social:
Kerala Notes by American-born Kim Dorman @kimdorman.bsky.social, who lives in India and whose haunting Kerala Journal was published four years ago by @corbelstonepress.bsky.social.
Kerala Notes by American-born Kim Dorman @kimdorman.bsky.social, who lives in India and whose haunting Kerala Journal was published four years ago by @corbelstonepress.bsky.social.
Kerala Notes by Kim Dorman
Photos by Kim Dorman Through a grimy windowopen fieldssmall houses by trackspeople standingor sittingin doorwayswatching the train . . . 6.30 p.m. muezzin’s call to prayer . . . The battered, ruste…
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November 21, 2025 at 3:59 PM
A rare glimpse into a poet's observations, via this November edition of @thearsonista.bsky.social:
Kerala Notes by American-born Kim Dorman @kimdorman.bsky.social, who lives in India and whose haunting Kerala Journal was published four years ago by @corbelstonepress.bsky.social.
Kerala Notes by American-born Kim Dorman @kimdorman.bsky.social, who lives in India and whose haunting Kerala Journal was published four years ago by @corbelstonepress.bsky.social.
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How did we ever allow the idea that things which are not to our taste are bad to become the dominant form of ‘fan’ discourse?
November 9, 2025 at 3:00 PM
How did we ever allow the idea that things which are not to our taste are bad to become the dominant form of ‘fan’ discourse?
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Sometimes I build Time Machines.…
November 16, 2025 at 8:19 AM
Sometimes I build Time Machines.…
The early hours of a late autumn morning: dark, cold, and so quiet you think you can hear the condensation forming around the cabin portlights.
November 21, 2025 at 2:32 AM
The early hours of a late autumn morning: dark, cold, and so quiet you think you can hear the condensation forming around the cabin portlights.
Reposted by c.c. o'hanlon
(improvisation I)
our lives in tatters,
we daily try to mend them
what wakes in us
at certain moments
is unfathomable
the touch of wind on water
a floating leaf
we try to balance
what we see and hear
with our thoughts and feelings
fresh tatters every day
our lives in tatters,
we daily try to mend them
what wakes in us
at certain moments
is unfathomable
the touch of wind on water
a floating leaf
we try to balance
what we see and hear
with our thoughts and feelings
fresh tatters every day
November 18, 2025 at 6:46 AM
(improvisation I)
our lives in tatters,
we daily try to mend them
what wakes in us
at certain moments
is unfathomable
the touch of wind on water
a floating leaf
we try to balance
what we see and hear
with our thoughts and feelings
fresh tatters every day
our lives in tatters,
we daily try to mend them
what wakes in us
at certain moments
is unfathomable
the touch of wind on water
a floating leaf
we try to balance
what we see and hear
with our thoughts and feelings
fresh tatters every day
Our dear friend and fellow vagabond, Swedish artist, surfer and permaculturalist Peter Stridh arrived today in Cagliari aboard the engineless, 10-metre @pinoseed, having taken two days in contrary conditions to sail singlehanded from the Gulf of Teulada, on the rugged south-west coast of Sardinia.
November 20, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Our dear friend and fellow vagabond, Swedish artist, surfer and permaculturalist Peter Stridh arrived today in Cagliari aboard the engineless, 10-metre @pinoseed, having taken two days in contrary conditions to sail singlehanded from the Gulf of Teulada, on the rugged south-west coast of Sardinia.
Reposted by c.c. o'hanlon
Más cosas gratis por favor! Skill sharing, bartering, gift giving, communal cooperation. We need to start building an alternative economy, we really-really have to, on the margins of this vampiric capital mess sucking us dry. Fuck money, decenter it.
November 11, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Más cosas gratis por favor! Skill sharing, bartering, gift giving, communal cooperation. We need to start building an alternative economy, we really-really have to, on the margins of this vampiric capital mess sucking us dry. Fuck money, decenter it.
It's a privilege to publish new work by the brilliant Autumn Richardson in @thearsonista.bsky.social : six poems assembled under the title, Boreal.
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Boreal by Autumn Richardson
i.carnelian willows flint veins of the riverhoof-worn rock and a drifting scent of ungulates (scars in stone fossil trails)magnetic north pilgrimageI bow to the illuminations within woundsthe work …
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November 20, 2025 at 7:17 PM
It's a privilege to publish new work by the brilliant Autumn Richardson in @thearsonista.bsky.social : six poems assembled under the title, Boreal.
burninghousepress.com/2025/11/20/b...
burninghousepress.com/2025/11/20/b...
"The President of the United States just called for Democratic members of Congress to be executed. 'HANG THEM', he posted.
"If you're a person of influence in this country and you haven't picked a side, maybe now would be the time to pick a fucking side."
– Sen. Chris Murphy
"If you're a person of influence in this country and you haven't picked a side, maybe now would be the time to pick a fucking side."
– Sen. Chris Murphy
November 20, 2025 at 6:01 PM
"The President of the United States just called for Democratic members of Congress to be executed. 'HANG THEM', he posted.
"If you're a person of influence in this country and you haven't picked a side, maybe now would be the time to pick a fucking side."
– Sen. Chris Murphy
"If you're a person of influence in this country and you haven't picked a side, maybe now would be the time to pick a fucking side."
– Sen. Chris Murphy
I usually stay well offshore of anything 'literary' but I've drifted into shoal waters this month...as a guest editor of UK-based online journal, Burning House Press.
Submissions are open for another five days.
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Submissions are open for another five days.
burninghousepress.com/2025/11/01/n...
November 19, 2025 at 9:09 PM
I usually stay well offshore of anything 'literary' but I've drifted into shoal waters this month...as a guest editor of UK-based online journal, Burning House Press.
Submissions are open for another five days.
burninghousepress.com/2025/11/01/n...
Submissions are open for another five days.
burninghousepress.com/2025/11/01/n...
Our dear friend, fellow vagabond, and former Almerimar dock neighbour, Peter Stridh is sailing towards Cagliari aboard the engineless, 10-metre @pinoseed-connect.bsky.social — today's a pleasant weather window ahead of rain and a hardening mistral on Friday.
November 19, 2025 at 2:00 PM
Our dear friend, fellow vagabond, and former Almerimar dock neighbour, Peter Stridh is sailing towards Cagliari aboard the engineless, 10-metre @pinoseed-connect.bsky.social — today's a pleasant weather window ahead of rain and a hardening mistral on Friday.
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Robert Filliou. Man Carrying his Own Sun on a String, 1973
November 7, 2025 at 11:45 PM
Robert Filliou. Man Carrying his Own Sun on a String, 1973
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My wife died some years ago and so with much gratitude to @ccohanlon.bluesky.social for the invitation to publish this piece through Burning House Press @thearsonista.bsky.social on her anniversary:
Mòran taing
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Mòran taing
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November 19, 2025 at 12:21 PM
My wife died some years ago and so with much gratitude to @ccohanlon.bluesky.social for the invitation to publish this piece through Burning House Press @thearsonista.bsky.social on her anniversary:
Mòran taing
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Mòran taing
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My new album “DNA CODE MUSIC”, featuring my contemporary music performed by the brilliant string quartet NEOQUARTET.
Listen on Bandcamp
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Listen on Bandcamp
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November 4, 2025 at 9:40 AM
My new album “DNA CODE MUSIC”, featuring my contemporary music performed by the brilliant string quartet NEOQUARTET.
Listen on Bandcamp
marzenamajcher.bandcamp.com/album/dna-co...
Listen on Bandcamp
marzenamajcher.bandcamp.com/album/dna-co...
"...the ever-increasing pace and price of work/life leaves little time to simply connect with the land, with ourselves and each other."
– William Parsons, in an excerpt from his forthcoming book on pilgrimage, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.
– William Parsons, in an excerpt from his forthcoming book on pilgrimage, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.
On Pilgrimage by William Parsons
Photo by William Parsons The Paradox of Connectivity Modern life is increasingly connected: central heating to phone, fridge to supermarket, watch to heartbeat. Without touching a button we can cha…
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November 19, 2025 at 8:56 AM
"...the ever-increasing pace and price of work/life leaves little time to simply connect with the land, with ourselves and each other."
– William Parsons, in an excerpt from his forthcoming book on pilgrimage, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.
– William Parsons, in an excerpt from his forthcoming book on pilgrimage, via @thearsonista.bsky.social.