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Michael Warburton @michaelwarburton.bsky.social · 2h

Orson Welles & Charlie Chaplin at The Brown Derby — Los Angeles in 1947.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 1h

Homage to George Trakl Daniel Simko Think of the last grievance, the incomprehensible need to go on.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 1h

Swallows transmit themselves through air The wings pump silence 🤌

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 1h

Amistad Octavio Paz Es la hora esperada Sobre la mesa cae Interminablemente La cabellera de la lámpara

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 1h

Here Octavio Paz Tr. Charles Tomlinson My steps along this street Resound In another street

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 2h

Octavio Paz book haul celebration

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 2h

Interesting that I am not too keen in the dark imagery of Georg Trakl, but love to death poets that were hugely inspired by his work. Daniel Simko, James Wright, R. Walser

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Chloe Cumming @chloecumming.bsky.social · 5h

Two little red hares, ink and pastel

One hare in front of the other, overall deep red colour, spontaneous brush and pen work

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 4h

Good morning with the marvel Daniel Simko Departures I am already changing the address The one hung, pinned, or crucified against the wall, the one crucified over a shrub

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Poetry book find plus afternoon delight with the unpublished poems from Roethke's notebooks @ T.O. Dickens

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 5h

Good morning with Czech-American mystifying poet Daniel Simko

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Miss Kimmi Kitty Mama @miss-kimmi.bsky.social · 19h

Through the looking glass.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 23h

Dear God, I want it all: the depths and the heights. - In the lap of a dream, Theodore Roethke, from his notebooks

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Tallan74 @timothyjamescat.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

📸 Helen Levitt

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Tallan74 @timothyjamescat.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

📸 Dan Weiner • New York 1940s

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 22h

Whoemsoever thought about putting truffle oil on fries understood the storming of the Bastille

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 23h

Poet Theodore Roethke died in 1963 and left behind 277 notebooks, most of them spiral notebooks. 👀👀👀👀

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Amy @lolennui.bsky.social · 23h

Heather from AP Bio pointing at a painting of Jesus saying “damn, who’s this beefcake?”

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Laurent Peraldi @tintamarre.bsky.social · 23h

Île Sainte-Denis Willy Ronis

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Braden Serkas @portmanteauface.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I’m just a boy, standing in front of a girl, using obscure Victorian terminology and not understanding what isn’t working, where are you going baby, why are you flagging down a mutton shunter

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 23h

Dear God, I want it all: the depths and the heights. - In the lap of a dream, Theodore Roethke, from his notebooks

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Fiona Applebees 🍎🐝 @fionaapplebs.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t have had that third lunch margarita

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Poetry book find plus afternoon delight with the unpublished poems from Roethke's notebooks @ T.O. Dickens

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eve @chuchuremas.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

isso aqui é ruim demais

Projeção do resultado final em cada estado por percentual de votos válidos e, entre parênteses, a diferença em pontos percentuais para a última pesquisa divulgada no estado, mostrando Flávio na frente em todos os estados (menos Piauí)

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Some Simic for #smallpoemsunday Fear Fear passes from man to man Unknowing, As one leaf passes its shudder To another.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Eternity's Orphans Simic Do you remember telling me, "Everything outside this moment is a lie?"

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Good morning to Communist poets Let's go vote for the man

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Dean Frey @dean.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

Remembering Louis Aragon on his birthday 🎂 📷 Gisèle Freund, Paris, 1939 "There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses."

Black & white head & shoulders shot of Aragon, in a suit & tie.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Good morning with Jorge Luis Borges playing Pessoan heteronym exercises. This is fabricated Uruguayan poet Julio Platero Haedo. From Borges' El Hacedor. Limits (or Good-byes) There is a line of Verlaine's that I'm not going to remember again

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

A poem by Jorge Luis Borges on Kafka. On his dreams and on his fancy for love triangles. I was not aware of this poem! Translated by the excellent Stephen Kessler. Ein Traum She was Kafka's sweetheart. Kafka had dreamed her.

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gamera obscura october edition @ohrobin.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

If you say “Mamdani isn’t really doing socialism” enough times Friedrich Engels will come back to life and jerk you to completion.

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Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Sublime 🤌🏼✨️ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗦𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗲 by William Butler Yeats

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idopeleg.bsky.social @idopeleg.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

I didn't know this one either. Borges writing about Kafka dreaming feels like the perfect recursive gesture.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

History of the Night Jorge Luis Borges tr. Charles Tomlinson Down through the generations men built the night. In the beginning it was blindness and sleep.

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Melissa @2023chastete.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Anna Ileby

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Great archival footage of the Charles Mingus Jazz workshop with Eric Dolphy on alto sax, Belgium, 1964. www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyDr...

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Mayor Zohran Kwame Mamdani @mayor.nyc.gov · 02/10/2026

Calling all NYC artists — painters, filmmakers, poets, musicians and more! Did you know our city provides grants to support your work every year? And this year, we're DOUBLING the amount — from $5,000 up to $10,000 per artist! Deadlines are approaching fast — apply today at nyc.gov/artistgrants.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

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phillip crymble @phillipcrymble.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Phillis Levin

PART

Of something, separate, not
Whole; a role, something to play
While one is separate or parting;

Also a piece, a section, as in
Part of me is here, part of me
Is missing; an essential portion,

Something falling to someone
In division; a particular voice
Or instrument (also the score

For it), or line of music;
The line where the hair
Is parted. A verb: to break

Or suffer the breaking of,
Become detached,
Broken; to go from, leave,

Take from, sever, as in
Lord, part me from him,
I cannot bear to ever

--PHILLIS LEVIN

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La Femme Merveilleuse Invisible @larwoolf.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

October 2nd, 1933 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

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Michael Warburton @michaelwarburton.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

René Magritte at work in his living room in 1964

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Brilliant reflection on metaphors by poet Branko Miljković The Critique of Metaphors A poem is a sequence of blind words

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phillip crymble @phillipcrymble.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Don't you see / It's all we can do? John Ashbery

JOHN ASHBERY

RAIN MOVING IN

The blackboard is erased in the attic
And the wind turns up the light of the stars,
Sinewy now. Someone will find out, someone will know.
And if somewhere on this great planet
The truth is discovered, a patch of it, dried, glazed by the sun,
It will just hang on, in its own infamy, humility. No one
Will be better for it, but things can't get any worse.
Just keep playing, mastering as you do the step
Into disorder this one meant. Don't you see
It's all we can do? Meanwhile, great fires
Arise, as of haystacks aflame. The dial has been set
And that's ominous, but all your graciousness in living
Conspires with it, now that this is our home:
A place to be from, and have people ask about.

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poemakontsa @poemakontsa.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

History of the Night Jorge Luis Borges tr. Charles Tomlinson Down through the generations men built the night. In the beginning it was blindness and sleep.

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