Spool-Five

I dreamed that it is night and I am lying in my bed (the foot of my bed was under the window, and outside the window there was a row of old walnut trees.

tags #philosophy #internet This is a note about an interesting article I just read, The New Control Society by Jon Askonas.

On the last day, slippers boxed away Rain jacket zipped up, plant pot empty save for a few crumbs of soil Where soil has now departed, emptiness remains Where empiness abates, I go quickly

The tension that trips her up That muscle contraction Slow and unnoticeable Concentration of the brows Certain that she had missed something Tripping on tuft of rug Slipping into some parallel state of work Finding the time, somehow For coffee and pastry…

It was three hours before the exam She was packing her bag, arranging things Notebooks and pens and a bottle of water A phone on silent, so it never rings She was packing her bag, arranging things She pushed quiet hope away for now A phone on silent, so…

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A cat in a box, a cat with a hat Striped red and white and longer than cat's tail Emerging on the horizon, waves that crash, sounds of foam, violent particles Forced to settle now into position The tyranny of 'now', blanketing land and sea in hues of morn…

Where blackberry picking transformed into the picking of dates on next year's calendar Remembering the scraped knee of seaside Becoming bride, becoming the presider Over great events, overcome by blackberried countryside

Underneath bed, he lay Trying to feel what it would be like For tree-roots, or the stoat on display In the natural history museum Or was it a feeling of childhood That was sought.

Where time goes to rest A place where snow meets tree leaves Where rugged, icicled nest Sits vacant, while the birds peck Hard soil, and hard won praise From that old boss Drudging and tilling, rising dough in warm oven.

Early arrival of a season Unexpected shift in mood Memories of a wooden fence Weather-worn and shakey

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High ceilings, high enough to stack buses Always a couple of pigeons, patrolling benches He's staring at her, she looks away, blushes It seems like every moment something is departing This space, now, is large enough to contain another reality Something…

Light it carefully in shakey silence No altar here But the altar of unread books Half-eaten pack of chewing gum Her scrunchie And an overflowing pen-pot

No use to wonder about the weather Drenched in downpour Or wind-kissed, light as a feather There is nothing for me but to love you

Like Kay Ryan’s poem, this one invites us to imagine music in the context of a place, but more along the lines of a soundtrack laid on top of the location, rather than just natural sounds.

And now for your prompt!

So today, try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there.

Finally, here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always).

And after all those shenanigans we, we bring you a very serious (or is it?)

And last but not least, today’s (optional) prompt.

Now for our daily prompt (optional, as always).

And here’s our optional prompt for the day.

Now try writing your own ghazal that takes the form of a love song – however you want to define that.

Finally, here’s our prompt for the day – as always, optional.

Today’s prompt (optional, as always) veers slightly away from our ekphrastic theme.

Finally, today’s (optional) prompt is inspired by musical notation, and particularly those little italicized –and often Italian – instructions you’ll find over the staves in sheet music, like con allegro or andante.

Last but not least, here’s today’s (optional) prompt.

And now for our (optional) prompt.

And now for our daily prompt – optional, as always.

And now, to round out our first day, here’s our optional prompt!

I use sourcehut pages for both my gemini and website.

tags #internet I was just reading a great post by Geoff Huston about the IPv6 transition.

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

I’ve had a go at making a two-player chess game for Gemini.

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend, as in Claire Scott’s poem “Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office.”

If you’ve been paying attention to pop-music news over the past couple of weeks, you may know that Taylor Swift has released a new double album titled “The Tortured Poets Department.”

Finally, our optional prompt for the day asks you to try your hand at writing a sijo.

Today we’d like to challenge you to write an “American sonnet.”

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance.

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire,” a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games, and adapted by modern interviewers.

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it.

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about, or involving, a superhero, taking your inspiration from these four poems in which Lucille Clifton addresses Clark Kent/Superman.

Last but not least, here’s today’s optional prompt.

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color.

Our optional prompt for the day challenges you to write a poem that recounts a historical event.

What are you haunted by, or what haunts you?

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why.

As old as living room plant Outgrown its clay pot Boistroisly tripping you up On morning journey to work-desk Still life listens carefully For soft speckles of dust Thrown asunder by beating rain On window's glass Tiny vibrations shaking life of dust Room

Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.