A place to gather words before they get lost.
Of links gone rogue — Wendy T.
Some things fall silent, quiet, as they splinter apart
Our maps no longer function as they once did,
some lines now barely navigable, from here to nowhere
We orientate ourselves to each other, then, lights in a constellation
— from a comment thread via https://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2024/09/05/archiving-the-netnarr-alchemy-lab/
Little brittle bones -
Autumn's stone fingers dissolving into dust:
Veins, dry from frigid nights; Stems, jagged as a knife; Skin, translucent in the light
Next year's leaves believe, in faith, through and through
how dirt caresses seeds as Ancients join the new
Come, hover, over the young girl's outstretched fingers; Dragonfly, linger
Cracked, so that inside there is a tiny treasure to savor; walnut
Art: a novel a painting a film an act of communication between audiences
You're the one saying it, from your unique life experience; a particular moment,
by living in interaction
We bring meaning into the world — don't let anyone tell you otherwise
blackout poem uses the last paragraph from “Why A.I. Isn’t Going to Make Art” by Ted Chiang in New Yorker magazine for #ds106
A doe, nibbling in a small field of flowers, at ease with the world
As white as the moon, the Orchid remains in bloom long after it should
Uplift your liquid songs, ye eddies bright
— from The River by Manuel Jose Othon https://poets.org/poem/river-3?mc_cid=86adea934a&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96
I taste your words on my tongue, young one – though ancient, too, as the hours before the storm that released you, and the pull from the Earth's center, irresistible – your endless journey from riverbank to raindrop never stops, does it? You are forever in motion, dancing to tides of ocean
Translated into Spanish by Claude/AI
Saboreo tus palabras en mi lengua, joven – aunque también antiguo, como las horas antes de la tormenta que te liberó, y la atracción desde el centro de la Tierra, irresistible - tu viaje interminable desde la orilla del río hasta la gota de lluvia nunca cesa, ¿verdad? Estás por siempre en movimiento, danzando al ritmo de las mareas del océano
for #writeout
The weekend pivots between two bright summer days and Autumn-like drizzle
for Algot
Hunker down, in here - come near – the wind storm reckons to rage on again