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Marta Bilkova
@martabilkova.bsky.social
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Logician, poet, occasional photographer. Words in @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social. Senior researcher at the Institute of Computer Science, Czech Academy of Sciences.
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Marta Bilkova @martabilkova.bsky.social · Nov 12
An unpublished piece, written for a TopTweetTuesday challenge and read by the incredible Marc Woodward on Sendcastle radio nearly two years ago.
FOX Deciduous snow. Time tissue perforated along every edge. Lust lightens below freezing. The trail routinely followed, throughout her absence nearly tactile. I withdraw. That part of me, capable of survival. Licking the killing wound.
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icefloepress.bsky.social
Poem/song for #nationalpoetrymonth! #music #blueskymusic
Come...we'll break all the rules - Patti Smith

www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzXn...
April Fool
YouTube video by Patti Smith - Topic
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April 2, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Charles Wright
Charles Wright HOW I FAILED I tried to fit the body of light into the body of darkness. I tried to lengthen the last landscape. I tried to unhinge and reconstruct the language I had been given. I tried to fit the body of darkness into the body of light.
March 26, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
in the sanity of your friends.

Lucille Clifton
for the mad you will be alone at last in the sanity of your friends. brilliance will fade away from you and you will settle in dimmed light. you will not remember how to mourn your dying difference. you will not be better but they will say you are well.
January 4, 2025 at 9:05 PM
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"Why some people be mad at me sometimes..."
—Lucille Clifton

#poem #poems #poetry
Why Some People Be Mad At Me Sometimes they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and i keep on remembering mine.
December 21, 2024 at 9:45 AM
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wildethingy.bsky.social Wilde Thingy @wildethingy.bsky.social · Dec 20
Whoever invented Christmas should be crucified.
December 20, 2024 at 1:58 PM
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lmu-mcmp.bsky.social
The MCMP's Professor Hannes Leitgeb wins a Leibniz Prize of the DFG. Many congratulations! www.lmu.de/en/newsroom/...
December 11, 2024 at 2:51 PM
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tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Sylva Fischerová, translated by the author with Stuart Friebert
NEAR THE BOTTOM But behind the end, near the bottom, a longing to be like everyone else: walking around your own house as if around the mist, planting a tree, and misunderstanding the prophets. I also wanted to eat oysters with lemon somewhere in Montmartre, I also wanted calm and money, and the bright colors of stones underwater. Those bright colors underwater!
November 30, 2024 at 5:02 AM
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rfredekenter.bsky.social
How to do a rock-n-roll-style poetry reading...

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Patti Smith Group | 25th Floor | Live on the Old Grey Whistle Test | 3 April 1978
YouTube video by Nacho Video
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November 24, 2024 at 12:02 PM
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this i think is the poem I’m most known for, and probably will be for the rest of my life
How to Live Depravity begins with thinking of love as a radical act. I quit loving with difficulty. I love easy now. Two parakeets on my shoulders. They'll fly away if I move. So I move. I love flight. I love cages left wide open. I am not a window. I could be a window. Open me, you'll find a dense wood, children wandering inside it. Not lost children. They know the way. They live the way horses run. If they each had a bird in hand they would open their hands.
November 23, 2024 at 4:25 AM
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And the kink in the line and the kink
in general is attention.

Han VanderHart (Poetry Northwest)
HANNAH VANDERHART My Love Snakes the Shower Drain to Keep My Feet from Standing Water And the kink in the line and the kink in general is attention. There is nothing in the plumber's kit which is not a vector for love. Vector: the flea from the rat to the human, I explain to the child. Who has time to explain a plague, the black death, London? Love is the flea, in a certain light. Originally published in Poetry Northwest
November 22, 2024 at 12:47 PM
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blackboughpoetry.bsky.social
* Please share * we are a press that platforms diverse, imagistic work. We spotlight well known and lesser known writers. Anyone who makes it new, with wow factor! Inventive metaphor and jolting imagery are our thing! We are anti-discriminatory and against bigotry.
a man in a black shirt with the word fresh behind him
ALT: a man in a black shirt with the word fresh behind him
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November 22, 2024 at 11:46 AM
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forgottenpoets.bsky.social
Wendell Berry #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
November 22, 2024 at 12:40 PM
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stumcpherson.bsky.social
So aside from poetry, I also do graphic art & design.

My little online shop has 10% off everything if anyone is interested or wants to pick up some unique Xmas pressies!

You can get tees, hoodies, caps and prints

Just use the code : TAKE10

No obligation of course.

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November 22, 2024 at 2:23 PM
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I’m so honored and thrilled for this amazing news! A huge thank you to @arwpoetry.bsky.social at @eastridgereview.bsky.social. Congratulations also to @kiptain.bsky.social Betsy Mars and Julian Cason, …just brilliant writers!
November 21, 2024 at 8:58 PM
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'Winter field' by Yorkshire born printmaker Hester Cox #WomensArt
Print featuring a green field with a stream in the foreground partly reflecting a line of bare trees in the background, centre to right, to the left background is a gray barn and in the distance behind it a hill rises to the left, all under a very pale blue sky
November 21, 2024 at 12:46 PM
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jamesmcconachie1.bsky.social
Hawking my bloody book again, before heading out to reattach various bits to my car, which hasn’t enjoyed the modifications made to my track by the storms.

‘Counter Offensive’
Counter-Offensive I found you, shattered in a corner of the internet, a splintered glade of leafless, spattered stumps. Some skipping blade had drained all colour from your boyish face, there butchered, flinching, from the distant crumps of rockets landing in some other place, beyond the hill. Please, kill me, you had screamed, I'm fucked! Your trembling friend had steadied, then tight-tucked the windlass of the tourniquet, I closed my phone, your agony just swiped away. Till later when I might again have time, to bear my pointless witness, make a wording of this old familiar crime. I didn't see the coloured tapes, that might identify which side, or might add some prim purpose to this troubling rhyme and didn't care. Just entry wounds, still smoking in the warm spring air, the gargling screams. I clenched my jaw, went back to sleep, back to my dreams, the horror with a clicked subside. I mildly thought about you, when I woke. You hovered at the edge of every word I spoke.
November 21, 2024 at 11:51 AM
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karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
What a gift to be in the first #Untamed #Wave1 series.
#TheWhiskeyTree, brainchild of @alanparry83.bsky.social
@brokenspinearts.bsky.social presents 14 #poems about
#UntamedLove. More about this & the waves to come: bit.ly/4gfgQFR My blog about the folklore of love: bit.ly/3xPDjbZ
November 20, 2024 at 6:02 PM
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standefer.bsky.social
I made a starter pack of Logic folks

go.bsky.app/Q6NbAiN
November 19, 2024 at 5:44 AM
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drdoylesays.bsky.social
Trauma says, "You can't."

Recovery says, "I'll learn."
November 19, 2024 at 5:55 PM
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spburton.bsky.social
Toyen - Sleep Breaths
Surrealist painting by Toyen. A row of amorphous, ethereal blue/white forms that give the impression of elongated, limbless figures. What might be their faces are distorted and somewhat owl-like.
November 20, 2024 at 2:44 PM
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mayacpopa.bsky.social
"I've exhausted my cruelty."

Jenny George:
November 17, 2024 at 4:39 PM
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vikkicwrites.bsky.social
A new poem posted today for Top Tweet Tuesday, a platform for imagist poetry hosted by @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social over on X.

'In Polzeath, I’d split my body for him'

Thought I'd share it here too. Thank you for reading 🙏🤍

#poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetry #imagist
In Polzeath, I’d split my body for him where frescoes of Skyrim feign fortune & frieze— invite frost-feathers of misflight. Waiting for faith to blow warm, the way the will is annexed to heather & shore-sworn inheritance. Outlands sculpt a skull. What solemns its sockets? Unbirded coves the Atlantic tongues deep for violet relief. Eves steep with salt & old language. A woman unearthing her urn to hold a whole tidal legacy. To love his ruinscape, to be hooked at such angle of pleasure— his bright aspect a debt worth owing. Vikki C.
November 19, 2024 at 1:39 PM
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womensartbluesky.bsky.social
Silk embroidered fox created by Helen Richman, professional hand embroiderer, based in Somerset, UK
Embroidery featuring a sitting fox facing forwards and looking up to the left, the fur is rusty orange and the chest and under the chin are white as is the tip.of the bushy tail which protrudes to the right, all on a cream background
November 20, 2024 at 6:27 AM