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ada ciganlija

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england’s greatest one-armed poet

out for a walk.

(avi is a magnolia blossom, banner is a grey cat, seated on a yellow chair, behind a bowl of satsumas)

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ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

if you see this, we IMPLORE YOU to post a picture from whatever device you're using without explanation

it’s a cookbook with a pig going into a meat grinder, he is kind of smiling and flowers are coming out

December 16, 2025 at 11:05 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

N.S. de Guadalupe whose feast day is today

December 12, 2025 at 5:41 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

don’t fucking do this

you can criticise a terrible woman without sexually degrading her

and sex work is not sexually degrading, but that was the point of these posts

posts read: She was on her knees or on her
back during law school

and

Hey pole dancing classes are
school too.

December 11, 2025 at 5:07 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

’to train myself to find, in the midst of hell/what isn’t hell’

katie farris. why write love poetry in a burning world

Why Wrote Love Poetry In a Burning World
by Katie Farris

To train myself to find in the midst of hell
what isn't hell. The body bald cancerous but still beautiful enough to imagine living the body washing the body replacing a loose front porch step the body chewing what it takes to keep a body
going- This scene has a tune a language I can read a door cannot close I stand within its wedge
a shield.
Why write love poetry in a burning world? To train myself in the midst of a burning world
to offer poems of love to a burning world.

December 7, 2025 at 3:20 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

grey cat on a grey chair, grey blnt near him

December 6, 2025 at 9:28 PM

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November 29, 2025 at 3:55 AM

ada ciganlija

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graffiti on torn advertisement for an ai chatbot reads ‘you don’t have to accept this future’

November 24, 2025 at 12:36 AM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

i am the resurrection and i am the life
i couldn’t ever bring myself to hate you as i’d like

pope leo at the mic looking like he’s singing the stone roses

lyrics in post from i am the resurrection by my v best manc lads, the stone roses

November 23, 2025 at 3:35 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

shoutout to life and the infinities it contains, good and terrible, truly undefeated

listen: here is wisdom - dylan thomas. and death shall have no dominion

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the
clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall
rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashore;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Through they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through
daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

October 26, 2025 at 6:13 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

a single tree whose leaves are turned red amid other green trees. some red leaves have fallen and lie at the base of the tree like a little carpet

October 19, 2025 at 2:53 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

inorganic, bioinorganic, organometallic

three sports guys on a panel, the one on the left in a grey suit looking staid, the middle one in a flat cap and pale pink shirt, the one on the right in a hot pink waistcoat with pink shirt and tie

October 8, 2025 at 11:37 AM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

i did not make this folder; this folder is none of my business

i am also looking forward to seeing what happens when it hits 1000000 messages

$message in my work email warning me of a full folder which i did not create and have no interest in Your mailbox folder "Calendar\school" is approaching a quota limiting the number of messages per folder. It contains 997283 of 1000000 messages$

October 6, 2025 at 9:37 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

library catalog search for john berger yields the garfield movie

October 4, 2025 at 7:17 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

‘my yellow mother/my horse with buttons’

poem to my yellow coat. lucille
clifton.

today i mourn my coat.
my old potato.
my yellow mother. my horse with buttons.
my rind. today she split her skin
like a snake, refusing to excuse my back for being big for being old for reaching toward other
cuffs and sleeves. she cracked like a whip and
fell apart, my terrible teacher to the end; to hell with the arms you want
she hissed, be glad when you're cold
for the arms you have.

September 24, 2025 at 11:45 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

tutto passa baby

older neopolitan gent, shirtless, tanned, arm behind head and cigarette in mouth, chest tattoo reads tutto passa

September 20, 2025 at 9:19 PM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

the sweetest acrostic love poem ever by frank o’hara, for his lover, vincent warren

YOU ARE GORGEOUS AND I AM COMING Vaguely I hear the purple roar of the torn-down Third Avenue El It sways slightly but firmly like a hand or a golden-downed thigh normally I don't think of sounds as colored unless I'm feeling corrupt concrete Rimbaud obscurity of emotion which is simple and very definite even lasting, yes it may be that dark and purifying wave, the death of boredom nearing the heights themselves may destroy you in the pure air
to be further complicated, confused, empty but refilling, exposed to light With the past falling away as an acceleration of nerves thundering and shaking aims its aggregating force like the Metro towards a realm of encircled travel rending the sound of adventure and becoming ultimately local and intimate repeating the phrases of an old romance which is constantly renewed by the endless originality of human loss the air the stumbling quiet of breathing
newly the heavens' stars all out we are all for the captured time of our being.

September 12, 2025 at 12:44 AM

ada ciganlija

@dorionniprock.bsky.social

these are serviceberries which, where i grew up, were called saskatoons. in the summers of my childhood we would go into the bush and fill ice cream pails with them, and also blueberries which they resemble but are unrelated to.