Show Report 3/9/26
First Outdoor Punk Show of The Year!
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sort of a plankton-shaped thing, containing various patterns: a spray of stars, a textile grid, a bit of QR code, some gel pen squiggles. a red dot anchors the piece, just off center. there's a human eye and a head of hair in this too if you look close enough
recent collage
✂️e(i 8: Collage is live!✂️
Our #spotlight is on evelyn bauer's @trve-evie.bsky.social untitled hybrid piece.
Check out their work at buff.ly/E6d26Y2!
Sourced from art, poetry, & public domain imagery in Issues 2, 3, 6, & 7: buff.ly/KYc0o5s.
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BALTIMORE Two were alive. One came round the corner clipclopping. Three were the saddest snow ever seen in Prairie City. Take this, metamorphosis. And this. And this. And this. If I’d needed your company, I’d have curled up long before in the clock of weeds, with only a skywriter to read by. I’d have laved the preface to the World’s Collected Anthologies, licked the henbane-flavored lozenge and more. I’m presuming, I know. And there are wide floodplains spotted with children, investing everything in everything. And I’m too shy to throw away.
John Ashbery
first nice day of spring in the northeast seaboard has this infectious energy. will always remember somebody yelling “GAY RIGHTS! LOVE YALL!” at me and my friends
Read more about what this case means for press freedom in this op-ed by @seth-stern.bsky.social in @theintercept.com, published in Nov.
rly beautiful one
HELLO DEAR FRIENDS! check out this awesome issue. obsessed with poetry as collage and vice versa. had a wonderful time making a little collage poem using previous work from the engine)idling. take a gander!
We've got our proof copy of Issue 8: Collage! Release soon!!
a collection of stitchbound chapbooks entitled “SONNETS” by Thomas Bosworth. the cover image is a woven collage of faded summer scenes
the numbered backs of said chapbooks
look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair. Run Rabbit Run second edition, catch me and tom wielding some wherever we are. website otw
for some reason i thought u lived in canada for the longest time
wahol
help! what free offsite events should i go to awp style. with the knowledge that i am playing a gig march 5th. im overwhelmed
a collaged cover image of woven together photos featuring a house, a man, a road, and a river. Also says SONNETS, THOMAS BOSWORTH
run rabbit run press second chapbook comin out soon. here’s a cover. 14 sonnets written by a dear friend and wonderful poet. more info soon
BREAKING: The two federal immigration agents who fired on Minneapolis protester Alex Pretti are identified in government records as Border Patrol agent Jesus Ochoa and Customs and Border Protection officer Raymundo Gutierrez.
Mood in minneapolis right now
im on my grind
General strike today across the US in solidarity with Minnesota! This is your chance to demonstrate real collective power! Do not miss it!!
"Defend Rojava! / Long Live Rojava Resistance"
Seen in Eskişehir, Turkey
hello! i am one of these names! poetry debut forthcoming in 2027. very thrilled, and excited to check these other books out :)
Vetiver | John Ashbery Ages passed slowly, like a load of hay, As the flowers recited their lines And pike stirred at the bottom of the pond. The pen was cool to the touch. The staircase swept upward Through fragmented garlands, keeping the melancholy Already distilled in letters of the alphabet. It would be time for winter now, its spun-sugar Palaces and also lines of care At the mouth, pink smudges on the forehead and cheeks, The color once known as "ashes of roses." How many snakes and lizards shed their skins For time to be passing on like this, Sinking deeper in the sand as it wound toward The conclusion. It had all been working so well and now, Well, it just kind of came apart in the hand As a change is voiced, sharp As a fishhook in the throat, and decorative tears flowed Past us into a basin called infinity.
There was no charge for anything, the gates Had been left open intentionally. Don't follow, you can have whatever it is. And in some room someone examines his youth, Finds it dry and hollow, porous to the touch. O keep me with you, unless the outdoors Embraces both of us, unites us, unless The birdcatchers put away their twigs, The fishermen haul in their sleek empty nets And others become part of the immense crowd Around this bonfire, a situation That has come to mean us to us, and the crying In the leaves is saved, the last silver drops.
I often like Ashbery's somewhat longer, more meditative pieces.
"a situation / That has come to mean us to us"
#twopageplustuesday
Condé Nast forgot to renew the trademark for Gourmet and so a group of journalists grabbed it and are relaunching the food magazine as a worker-owned co-op. Love it. [gourmetmagazine.net]
a patterned texture (possibly fabric?) held in a grid of scuzzy black frames // no generative ai was used // moreover, ICE must be destroyed
digital collage, 2025 // moreover, ICE must be destroyed
“There is an idealism associated with poetry I would not dispel but question. It doesn't change anything except within. It shifts your insides around.”
-- C.D. Wright
Fanny Howe
III. I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I could not love the world entire. there grew a desert in my mind. I took a hammer to it all. like an insane medieval king. I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I could not love the world entire. there grew a desert in my mind. I took a hammer to it all. I took a hammer to it all. I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world I saw God's shadow on this world
David Berman, from "There is a Place"
It is a certain hill. The one I imagine when I hear the word "hill," and if the apocalypse turns out to be a world-wide nervous breakdown, if our five billion minds collapse at once, well I'd call that a surprise ending and this hill would still be beautiful, a place I wouldn't mind dying alone or with you.
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From 'Self Portrait at 28' (2001)
—David Berman 🎂🎈🎁
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collage with skaters and found phrases
let bygones be bygones
i often consider quitting all my psych meds but then whenever i do i fall into absolute terror. its hard to figure out how to balance such things