Congratulations to Anne Carson, winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature! www.theguardian.com/books/live/2...

Canadian poet Anne Carson wins Nobel prize in literature 2026 – live

Decision announced by permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy

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a Dickensian office in the 19th century was buried in bundles of loose papers stashed in boxes only specialised clerks knew where special papers slept one missing paper ignited a frenzy a #hurricane at Category 5 #vss365 #poetry

#2WordPrompt In the last years before their extinction, the cows of the continental #herd, once silent, would #produce a lowing choral drone to mark the presence of danger; mourn a significant death; or simply to acknowledge the time they felt running down amid scarcity.

#vss365 - #harbour The ferry across the harbour in my hometown would either take you to the library or to the mental hospital

Zhuangzi clearly thinking about AI in the 4th century BCE:

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People say it’s hard to feel “spooky season” when it’s 100 degrees but actually the sun melted my ninja turtle mask onto my face permanently and now I stalk the neighborhood at night with twin katanas, so it all works out.

#vss365 - #cloud Clouds emerge from floating motes, dapple vacuum and congregate further into stars, spiky scintillators, performing for gawkers with telescopes and moping poets (both made of dust too) equally full of wishes and sulky disinterest.

#vss365 A winged creature of light, covered in eyes, rested under an oak in Ephrah, & it called for the thresher of wheat. When the thresher saw the vision, he became aware of his lack of #purity. His soul felt as if it were robed in a lead garment, & he fell to his knees under the weight.

#photography #blackandwhite #urbanlandscapes #architecture #newtopographics #abstract

#vss365 There’s a fee to #renounce your citizenship (a parting shot) and you walk out the door of the consulate into a world ridden with names, but in which you have no such name. Are you even a person if no one claims you? Can you live? The pigeons are nameless too, so you do as they do.

Nothing cuter than a puppy. Except maybe a puppy carrying the severed head of an enemy.

#vss365 - #nurture Scuttling the garbage barge, you show a kind of self-care, nurture the loser in you; you sink straight to the bottom of a great black mountain lake to find lost monsters.

#2wordprompt - #tackle / #storm Creaking pulleys of the block and tackle raise sails I could not on my own, here with this storm bearing down. Wave-tossed, but in the company of simple machines such as these, I am never alone.

#photography #blackandwhite #urbanlandscapes #architecture #newtopographics #doubleexposure

#2wordprompt - #session / #owner Session rules: one, you bring your own and don’t mooch. two, you’re the owner and sole proprietor of whatever psychedelic ephemera / entities you thaumaturge into the space: basically, you break it, you buy it. three, be a friend.

#vss365 i. Reckoning the distance of a portage in pigtail lengths of which three made a pony, the pathfinder, daughter, records her journeys ii. Windburned, feather-haired, she conjures a flotilla of passing canoes in the maze of interior lakes, she their voyageur pointing to a navigator’s star

#vss365 - #hunger

#photography #blackandwhite #urbanlandscapes #architecture #newtopographics

#2wordprompt - #inflict / #announce flutter wings of messenger announce expectant! girl recoils, demurs this inflict of divine chimera though by providence & official record it was simply Magnificat

#vss365 - #passion

#Autumn of the Sun Oceans to boil Hat of the finest foil. Fall tealeaf illiterate For who on first right after barbiturate We both by fire So: equitable. Considerate. Whatever your heart desires Under the chalk-dry and spar spire To radiate heat To burn, to never tire. #vss365

#2wordprompt - #temple / #stay The temple of the radios was full of cats neither truly listening nor broadcasting but nonetheless there to stay arch-backed hissing in unison with the static of the waves. #cat #poetry #writingcommunity

#vss365 - #esoteric scratched at, cat scrapes the floor these snacks (so-called) teaming with an esoteric wrongness clear to the average feline mind but opaque to me human, clearly nearly blind

temporary grace our moonglade is a thin strip on fluid deceit #vss365 #prompt #moonglade #haiku #writingcommunity

draw ward circle sur sill socio econo nada pax romano from the well do thy manifest salt and marrow core of the Sun Saturn in the vest

#2wordprompt - #holiday #retain Desperate to retain tradition, the burghers insisted on the celebration of what amounted to a fictional holiday: exchanging gifts that never were, treacly greetings exhorting each other to unfamiliar virtues, visits to relatives so distant no one knew their names.

#vss365 - #adroit Adroitness of hand carves the ivory chessmen, little funeral stelae animating dead royals in verticals and diagonals; adroitness of manner carves a vacant smile on the lips concealing contempt as the chamberlain blunders his queen and his dignity.

#SillySeptember - #wurb It was asked once, skeptically, in a popular song what it’s got to do with it. But there among the gongs and cymbals it lurks, gently —the #wurb that surpasses all understanding.

#2wordprompt - #sparkle #wet Our last memories were of transformation: spark became sparkle, water became wet, qualities hauled out of their things like souls, just like us, as we forgot all about the radio having fallen into the bathtub.