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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

Fourth or fifth reread of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy down, first time via audio. Still the greatest. Really enjoyed Simon Russell Beale's narration. Re-familiarising myself with the Smiley-verse as I gear up to finally read A Legacy of Spies and the new Karla novels written by Nick Harkaway.

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 13/10/2026

Another one of these. Music has always been my first love above all else, and I could truly pick over 100 albums that all deserve an equal spot among this list, but alas, these will have to do.

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 12/10/2026

I haven't studied sci-fi history, but is there much credit to the claim that Mary Shelley "invented modern sci-fi" or whatever? Because she most certainly didn't invent sci-fi, and sure Frankenstein vaguely merges both science and fiction, but were sci-fi writers after her writing from her?

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Saudamini Deo @saudaminideo.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

"Whose deviation from the standard is art, and whose is error?" Super happy about the Carson win but I discussed in this essay last year the double standards of who gets accepted into the canon of unconventionality and who doesn't. wordswithoutborders.org/read/article...

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Postcolonial Translations and the Reception of Indian Literature in the West - Words Without Borders

From Anne Carson’s groundbreaking translations to Geetanjali Shree’s Booker-winning work, Deo explores the complex dynamics of translation, cultural appropriation, and the reception of non-Western lit...

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Did one of those little trendy things for "9 books I'll never forget", though I felt restricted limiting it to nine. Here are eighteen of them:

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

The insistence from so many readers lacking strong literacy skills that "prose" is somehow separable from the other elements of a story (the characters, plot, atmosphere, feelings) is probably one of the most damaging myths for greater literacy in general.

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The Deadlands @thedeadlands.com · 07/10/2026

this october instead of donating to us, THE DEADLANDS we're asking you to please considering donating to help our #1 editor in chief @ecatherine.com with the bills stemming from her ongoing hospital stay. no coin fundraiser only fundraising Elise 🖤🖤 pls join us + spread the word

gofundme.com

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Hodag @bretttharp.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Wish this news had come out this morning but better late than never. New cassette runs for the Cynocephalus demo and the tracks from the Philomela split in remastered form up for preorder at Iconoclasm Conquest, mid month release. TOTAL HELLENIC WAR METAL ONSLAUGHT

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Sad to hear of the loss of Cronos. Only 63. Welcome to Hell still sounds as fresh today as it did in 1981. www.youtube.com/watch?v=4e0V...

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Venom - Welcome to Hell

YouTube video by DeathIsYourSaviour

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Having just about the best reading streak of my life right now. Currently reading: - Moby-Dick (in the home stretch now, it's been a deliberately slow but sublime re-read) - East of Eden (a month-long readalong started yesterday) - The Rouse by China Miéville

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Jayaprakash has a mastertape @jayaprakash777.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Fellow Bangaloreans Nihilus (we share a drummer but they're tech death) have a new album out (their first full-length). Show them some love? nihilusmetal.bandcamp.com/album/borealis

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Borealis, by Nihilus

9 track album

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I think everyone who criticised Gary Oldman's casting as Smiley needs to write me, personally, a letter of apology, because look where we are now.

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I love Colin Stetson but he's really kinda only been doing the one thing for twenty years now.

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I am usually ambivalent towards awards in general, but to see Harrison make the shortlist is wonderful. Any more eyes on truly weird, innovative literature is a boon; and he deserves all the credit and cash prizes that might come his way.

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I, of course, greatly love and appreciate Shakespeare's puns.

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the Mountain Goats @themountaingoats.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

This is why this is my most unpopular opinion. I think it was wrong to publish Kafka when he had asked his friend not to do it. I am more interested in the human dignity of doing right by one’s friends than in my right to enjoy a book.

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Lisa Thornton @thorntonforreal.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Thank you, Wendell Berry

The text of The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

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Caustic Cover Critic @causticcovercritic.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

love to put on an album, just enjoy an hour of great music, plus when it's over you're one hour closer to the sweet release of death putting an end to all your problems

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Jayaprakash has a mastertape @jayaprakash777.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

I want to plug some of my stuff. My short story collection, Shelter From The Storm, moves a bit away from the more Lovecraftian/ghost story mode into a mix of styles, some more experimental. I think of my emerging style here as eerie fabulism. notionpress.com/in/read/shel...

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Shelter From The Storm

12 stories of beauty and terror, from the winding streets of a city that exists in more dimensions than this one, to the ongoing end of time. There are many ways to lose yourself, perhaps as many ways...

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sandorfpassage.bsky.social @sandorfpassage.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

Looking to surrender yourself to a long novel for Women in Translation Month? We suggest The Case of Cem by Vera Mutafchieva (tr. Angela Rodel) and Water, Spiderweb by Nada Gasić (tr. Ellen Elias-Bursać). Both are slightly mysterious, epic in scope, and utterly unforgettable. #witmonth #booksky

Image of two novels: The Case of Cem by Vera Mutafchieva and Water, Spiderweb by Nada Gasić

Image of two novels as seen looking at the spines: The Case of Cem by Vera Mutafchieva and Water, Spiderweb by Nada Gasić

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Alexander Chee @alexanderchee.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

Mary Ruefle on The Odyssey.

Deconstruction
I think the sirens in the Odyssey sang the Odyssey, for there is nothing more seductive, more terrible, than the story of our own life, the one we do not want to hear and will do anything to listen to.

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Anton Hur @antonhur.com · 28/07/2026

The existence of the visible literary translator unsettles the Romantic notion of the author, that single genius figure of AUTHORity who exerts complete control over the text

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Christina Tudor-Sideri @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

Four years, four pages. A novel born out of the question: What if one could experience one’s death? Or rather, How does one live with this impossibility? The first of the impossibilities. Disembodied remains one of the most intense writing moments of my life. To the forgotten.

I DIED ON THE TWELFTH of September, at the height of happiness. Clothed in the shadow of the chestnut tree outside the house, my body preserved the posture of a living woman hours after my last breath. Whereas at first I struggled with snakes under my tongue, around my ankles and my wrists, snakes clotting the blood under the skin of my lips and rearranging my limbs to fit the encasement of this new reality, I now watch lavender clouds pass by. A book slides gently from my ashen hand and as it falls on the grass lets out a sound much like how I have always imagined collapsing into the soul of another in the absence of touch might sound. A tender breeze instructs the memory of my fingers on how to manipulate time: as if its seconds were the puppets and my fingers the puppeteers.
My eyes count birds in flight as necrotic wounds on the diseased flesh of the skies. From this mouth full of dissent, my confession weaves unseen threads between the earthly space that my remains inhabit still and the myth-laden fragmentation of other more ethereal worlds-there is a magical calling in this ordinary language, a wailing correspondence with all structures of human consciousness, an

exhortation of that which I have come to know as the soul.
Against the background of rotting flesh, existence carries out its sacred rituals unscathed by lingering funereal har-monies. Aware of the impossibility of touch, I resume my count with the dull and inaccessible gaze of someone whose history I wish to forget. The ghost of thought falls captive to the absence of a voice, and as the rain pours down to wash me, a thick darkness invades my mind, penetrating its every corner—a darkness that uproots and relocates shards of memory as if it were repositioning the hours on the clock in the image of a time that only goes backward. A new uneasiness arises. The color of water has settled on the inside of my eyelids. Imagine floating in the middle of a sea. There is nothing but sea all around you, the blue sky itself is a mere extension of this sea. Imagine seeing this sea for the first time, imagine not being able to think of it as a relatively small sea, not being able to divide it into fragments and portions with the blades of the mind-not even empirically. You wish to touch and unravel the waves but you are not able to see them as anything other than parts of this sea, as crashing slivers of this little sea, and yet, it does not mean that what travels through your mind is pure intuition, the a priori intuition of the sea, but in fact a highly a posteriori experience. Imagine Aoating in the middle of this sea. You say it is false that one can think of space as infinite: you are not able to think of infinity, you can only fathom the possibility that to a given

space, you can add another and another; you can only conceive the possibility of being able to expand its boundaries.
Here, where thought floats in the middle of the sea under my eyelids, I find myself unable to argue that space is a priori intuition, not based on its infiniteness, for I myself cannot think of infinite space nor can I envision infinite worlds in which the darkness that falls over my lifeless body does so for any other reason than to erase all connections with the past, and I think of how at the heart of the idea of eternal return lies one of the most rudimentary forms of human thought: analogy. The most common expression of this idea is the cyclic return: one world describing a cycle of events disappears and another is born describing the same cycle—I believe it was Goethe who ascribed to this thought the shape of the spiral. Things repeat themselves but they describe an ascent, therefore although one encounters sameness, it will always be on different planes. Nietzsche's eternal return is based on the scientific myth of atoms, not a repetition of the world but rather a repetition in its most concrete sense: every gesture, every event, every raindrop, every fall. And there are of course others who have depicted eternal return as something contemporaneous with the mythical age. Under the shadow of the chestnut tree, all returns become patterns that germinate from the pure intuition of the concrete, a law of the regeneration of existence in the name of a life I long to both forget and leave written on my flesh. Here,

eternal return holds the double meaning of concluding one world synthetically while also opening perspectives for another, with the emphasis on being-even when one is embraced by darkness-but as soon as other frameworks are created and history is refreshed, it will follow the path of new forms, of a body floating in the middle of the sea, of a woman becoming memory. All we see of her is a hand.
I fall to my knees in the rain and find myself loathing its wetness. I loathe the dirt that infiltrates my stockings and mends my skin; the dirt that makes me undress of its memory. On the ground, under the burden of water that falls both here and there at the same time and with the same infectious rage, striving to provide myself not with an answer but with a reading of what collapsed me, I think of the reality of consciousness and how, in itself, consciousness is felt, not known, for it is the organ that knows but cannot know itself, same as the eye sees but cannot see it-self. It is felt, not in the ordinary sense of the word -and not with the senses themselves. Without being able to define it, without being able to provide you now with an organic sequence, I know that consciousness is in itself, and I cannot help but wonder why I chose this moment, why is this particular memory traveling through my body and not any other—perhaps when rain falls, it does so with the memory of other rains rooted deep in the structure of its drops. Nevertheless—I allow it to become my present. I was not expecting rain this late in winter, not for days

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Micah S. Vernon @micahsvernon.bsky.social · 18/06/2026

The situation in my house right now

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Alina Stefanescu @alinaetc.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

Let us live and love, not listening to old men's talk. Suns will rise and set long after our little light has gone away to darkness. - Catullus, 5 (t. by Whyte)

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Alina Stefanescu @alinaetc.bsky.social · 22/05/2026

Beckett's "Imagination Dead Imagine" as rendered by The Salvage press.

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 03/05/2026

Richard Deutch

From an unknown Greek poet

Traveller, do not laugh to see
this grave belongs to a dog.
I was wept for.

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Alina Stefanescu @alinaetc.bsky.social · 16/04/2026

O avalanche, will you take me with you when you fall? - Baudelaire, “The longing for nothingness” I stepped into an avalanche and it covered up my soul - Leonard Cohen

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Deep Cuts in a Lovecraftian Vein @deepcuts.blog · 15/04/2026

"I have not read 'Ulysses', but believe that the principle of the stream-of-consciousness method is a valuable one—destined to influence fiction in the future. However, I doubt its value as an exclusive method of narration." —H. P. Lovecraft to L. M. White, 31 May 1935, LJS 356

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Daniel Kennedy @fliglman.bsky.social · 07/04/2026

petrol isn't even that expensive compared to nicer drinks like orange juice or beer

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Jayaprakash has a mastertape @jayaprakash777.bsky.social · 02/03/2026

Americans love to respect their soldiers so let me make this clear: their military is an imperialist bully-squad, deployed worldwide to remind various parts of the world of America's military might, and always ready to kill whichever non-white people are in the current administration's crosshairs.

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Vajra Chandrasekera @vajra.me · 27/02/2026

dan simmons, author of multiple, deeply contemptible works of racism fiction, has died. congratulations, and no, hyperion was not as good as the obituaries will say it was

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Jayaprakash has a mastertape @jayaprakash777.bsky.social · 22/02/2026

I've written: 2 collections of short stories 1 collection and several chapbooks of poetry 1 novella that has been published in English and in French translation I usually make money as a content writer but that stream of work has dried up. I'm offering editing services again.

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rat dad @ GATEway Fate @splinterhamato.bsky.social · 17/12/2025

But tonight Lv1 is alive and in the west highlands with his herd. It is a perfect winter evening: the moon rising over the ice fields, the snow in the wind. And as he stares into the skybox, there is 1/50th as much health as usual.

The Lv1 redacted deer standing at night in the snow in front of the mountains and the moon.

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the Mountain Goats @themountaingoats.bsky.social · 14/12/2025

the good that you do persists in this world

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Addison Zeller @addisonzeller.bsky.social · 28/11/2025

A lot of journals that say they're open to weird fiction mean like this

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Daniel Kennedy @fliglman.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

Missing from the book piracy debate is any mention of predatory academic publishing conglomerates like Elsevier, Wiley, Taylor & Francis, De Gruyter Brill et al: all of which are massively profitable and don't pay anyone (authors, peer-reviewers) who made the bulk of their money extorting libraries

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Anne Trubek @atrubek.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

oh now we are talking about writing salaries? My contribution: No one* has ever made money from it. Don't romanticize the past. There are zillions of examples of destitution in the archives of your faves! *except a couple, here and there, randomly

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Anne Trubek @atrubek.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

Ideas are not like property, Jefferson thought. They don’t work on a scarcity model—He who receives light from my candle does so without lessening my light. Jefferson opposed copyright laws.

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David Keenan @reversediorama.bsky.social · 30/10/2025

Psyched to announce my new novel, Boyhood, coming April 2026 @whiterabbitbks.bsky.social geni.us/Boyhood

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