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US, Russia commence Ukraine Piece Talks, where Ukraine will be carved into pieces

Proof positive, if any were needed, that formal, constrained poetry can say real things.

Trump on 51st State: "Canada needs America's protection from countries like America"

For St Valentine's, this translation of Rilke

A US take-over of Greenland would lead to the extinction of kalaallisut [kalaːɬːisʉt], the endonym for the Greenlandic language. It would also be detrimental to, even destructive of the health, well-being and lives of Greenlanders. History and statistics show why: www.lingoblog.dk/en/is-the-gr...

Canada considers tariffs on US canned water

Poor moth ... poor humans.

Worth reading beyond the headline. An allegory not unrelated to the recent stock market quaver caused by the launch of a Chinese alternative to massive investment in the Silicon Valley model of LLM-AI (and all the nefarious consequences which ensue). Talking about #DeepSeek, here.

Nawlins under snow. Lifted from x.com/marcorasi196...

Timely rrading ! www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

O mississipissíssimo #palindromo

There are no maps to trace the slopes we shared, only limbs bared in the sweep frost ungirds, cold which leaches light away, loss no beauty can allay. Happy to see two poems of mine in the New Verse Review. Thanks to the eds and Steven Knepper. www.newversereview.com/2-1-george-l...

O "Veludo azul" Sem life, voa-nos diva de trama a amar-te. David só não vê filmes. Luz a odu* levo #palindromo odu s.m. (iorubá) destino g1.globo.com/pop-arte/cin...

This poem has something of a hidden agenda, one not necessary to read and enjoy it: alteritas.net/pastis/shinn...

We are continuing our binge of the fine Danish noir series The Protectors. It's from 2009. Chunky cellphones are pivotal to the plot but also serve to remind of a time when they were still relatively new and actually used to communicate with other humans, as opposed to surfing and trolling.

Can anyone guess why this ditty is even vaguely after Yeats. (Wrote this almost forty years ago ;-)

Another in a series of #epitaphs I'm writing.

MORNING (Anagrammed Lines) Nature painted this morning as a thorn in untried pigment, a mad night in turpentines, or the turning points in a dream....

"While the right has been busy taking the White House, the left has been marching on the English Department." - Todd Gitlan. Closing sentence in Jonathan Derbyshire's review of Jameson's The Years of Theory: Postwar French Thought to the Present. on.ft.com/3VQtqn5

THE DESERT (Palindrome) Moody, burned dust…. Oh, still aerify! My ravine defoliated, dim, its mirage bit. Sure no bliss of pools to order, still its red roots loop fossil bone. Rust, I beg a rim’s timid detail of Eden. I vary my fire: All its hot, sudden, ruby doom.

First in a series of quatrains inspired, obliquely, by Rimbaud's Sonnet des voyelles. One constraint is that the colors mentioned be found in one edition or another of Crayola crayons. This is a "two-for" since periwinkle is not only a marine gastropod, plus a flower, but a color, like goldenrod

Write woman’s words on water swift on wind worn thin with vow. Here mine are in black on white, though parchment yellow, vowel shift. In these poems I dubbed you thou. You gave me such short shrift.... alteritas.net/pastis/inven... x.com/geogeoplots/...

From 1965, these two kitties my sophomore roommate Howard and I adopted for our first apartment. Camus, who was a hero of mine then, and Francine, Camus' real time wife. Far from both my first kitties and my last (er ... latest). But special nonetheless.

@anthonyetherin.bsky.social Your work has inspired me to revisit rhis now ancient critical text, which I pass on for whatever interest it might have. alteritas.net/GXL/wp-conte...

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Dispatch from a nuclear petting zoo thebulletin.org/2024/11/disp...

A simple translation of Rimbaud's simple sonnet. For the French plus a short comment: alteritas.net/GXL/?p=4252

This happened when I was thirty-nine, four decades ago. Now I don't need blear to see the resemblance.

Dozing on the train from Berlin to Frankfurt, I recalled this poem I wrote in German several years ago. It is one of seven I gathered in a little collection entitled Drahtseilkünstler (Tightrope Artist). An meinen deutschsprachigen Freunden.

#Kierkegaard was one of the fav philosophers of my youth, even though he was a commited Christian. At least he was one in more than name, not what a wag might call a #CHRINO. (Our whirlwind this-is-Saturday-it-must-be-Copenhagen tour of Europe continues. More pix coming.)

For the context of this is poem about birdwatching, among other things, go to: www.instagram.com/p/C-hEDe4NQI...

I know virtually no Russian but thanks to a wonderful collaborator I had 40 years ago I have dared to translate this poem by Osip Mandelstam. Once a week we'd meet for glass of wine and she'd go over line by line one of her favs, of which The Yard became one of my own.

I'll be in Mexico City next week, first time since 2006. To mark the occasion I'll be curating and gathering into a liitle plaquette the poems I have written about Mexico. Here is the title poem. Stay tuned.

It can happen. In fact it did. I just can't remember now if it was in Montreal or Edmonton.

Partial eclipse this afternoon, fog too thick to notice, further proof it’s all one stuff, mist, shadows, the moon.... Not often that a poem of mine becomes topical, but this one has become so again: alteritas.net/GXL/?page_id=2…

You won't want to miss the swarmy yet oddly charming piece I prompted #ChatGPT to write with: "Please write a ficción in the style of Borges about an android named Andrew who needs to run a 'reverse Turing Test' to see if his interlocuter is human." To read it go to What Else 🔗in the bio above

A poem by Gabriel Ferrater, brother of my Doktorvater Juan, who spelled his own last name Ferrate. Gabriel commited suicide in the 70s, at the height of his fame as one of his generation’s best poets in Catalan. For the Catalan: alteritas.net/GXL/?p=3977