PoeticDiaspora50

Sorry, this isn't mounted on what you were referring to, so I've no idea what you're responding to here. If it's urgent or crucial, be sure and let me know. Best, Vicki

Well, now for instance, we're at war. Check out somebody firing on all Ukraine, hitting Western oblasts, and PL's self-defensiveness.

Dear Dave, @davgar51.bsky.social, do you have a clue what's going on? Frankly, I'm lost in the aether right now in respect to what just happened.

I got a text this morning that said:

"Haven't yet received your postcode I asked for. Uber driver getting impatient. Please send again. (There may be something wrong with my phone?) Godot."

Dear Dave, @davgar51.bsky.social, Just read a Vox article through @cmonstah.bsky.social on here that explains a lot of my interactions to me (I live in a large community where there are many Indians/Indian Americans). Here I was thinking RU's oil was sole problem, forgetting "The True Believer."

native son. umbilical, the tethering he feels to where his mother whelped him, and he knows no other way of life; his teething throes were wriggled in this neighborhood, he kneels on pews his parents’ parents used, conceals his jealousies from buddies - and foregoes all thought of ever leaving. so he grows grotesquely sedentary, lets the wheels of ever-larger pickups haul his mass around his narrow cul-de-sac, his thoughts on how afraid he is of what’s to come, how terrified of foreigners who pass too close - intransigent until he rots, implacable, obstreperous, and dumb.

today's draft #sonnet. this one's not very subtle, sorry #poetry 🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

not to mention giuliani is visibly, constantly drunk. and a thousand years old and pure evil

primate city. remember, this was once a sleepy bend along an uneventful stretch of river and marshes, ornamented by a sliver of fishing-shacks; no visitor would spend a moment here - until the courtly blend of monks and soldiers, ministers who’d shiver at rumblings from the throne, those who’d deliver the shrubbery and baubles would descend to staff the palisaded palace; clans of metal-workers, acrobats, and slaves were summoned, not to mention those who’d feed and clothe the rest - and clever men whose plans were undecided, but whose gilded graves would sprout around the capital like seed.

bangkok

thinking of the beginning of "heart of darkness". again. #sonnet #poetry

it's embarrassing to have to explain to students that "heaven" has one syllable in a shakespeare or wordsworth poem. they really should not have gone down that road. makes the whole concept of poetry (and syllables) look bad. "heav'n" - come on man you have to be kidding me

not quite on topic, but i keep seeing this and thinking it is a photo of godzilla.

the inevitable patina. the verdigris on edwin landseer’s set of lions in trafalgar square’s been rubbed away by tourists’s denimed rumps, their clubbed and clinging fingertips (and don’t forget that pigeons’ splatterings, which go from wet to plaster-like tenacity, are scrubbed by patriotic cleaning-crews); though cubbed in artist’s brain and sketchbook, every pet within the foursome is a gleaming tool of well-maintained mythologizing, forged and burnished to commemorate a reign’s puissance, reverberating. when the rule that keeps the city center clean, the gorged and grasping fall, who’ll burnish snouts and manes?

today's #sonnet draft. about one out of ten poems i write turns out ozymandiously, it's a known issue. please let me know what you think! #poetry

thunder's never boomed
into an awaiting ear;
un-anticipate.

#haiku #poetry #smallpoemsunday

a korean cookie called "couque d'asse"

i have questions about the french on this packaging

Palm sap begins fermenting immediately after collection, due to natural yeasts in the air (often spurred by residual yeast left in the collecting container). Within two hours, fermentation yields an aromatic wine of up to 4% alcohol content, mildly intoxicating and sweet. The wine may be allowed to ferment longer, up to a day, to yield a stronger, more sour, and acidic taste, which some people prefer. Longer fermentation produces vinegar instead of stronger wine.[5] (wikipedia)

palm tree sap turns into wine two hours after you collect it?

middle school trends these days are beyond parody. last year they all constantly played chess. this year the boys are all applying cologne to each other's necks and detecting hints of bergamot. and they all started saying "skibity toilet" two weeks ago.

When my son was a middle-schooler over 10 years ago, it was all about Axe body spray.

i thought the weird male perfume thing was just at my school, like maybe one kid's family has a cologne store or something. of course it was tiktok

yeah lots of old professions have obsolete feminine '-ster' forms that only survive as surnames: baker and baxter, weaver and webster, brewer and brewster. spinster is old enough it predates the degendering of the suffix, which i believe was motivated by the prevalence of the unrelated "mr"/"master"

Sorry, there is a word "spinstress," archaically, but it means a woman who literally spins, as a craft.

seems complicated - i guess "-ster" was originally a female suffix (male would have just been "spinner"?) but then it started to be used for males so they had to invent "-stress"? whatever, english is a real mess

-ster | Etymology of suffix -ster by etymonline "a person who ...") without regard for gender. The genderless agent noun use apparently… See origin and meaning of -ster.

source: www.etymonline.com/word/-ster

Thanks for saying this.

The myth of the abusive male genius needs to die. There are very few whose contributions to society are really worth being conflicted over in contrast to the abuse they unleashed. I promise you there was a woman or non-binary person or even a decent man around whose art was just as good

So. Make slightly puffy flatbread rounds? Try it. It's what Jesus would do (he-he!).

annoyed b/c i spent a week slowly lowering the amount of yeast in my sourdough 2% at a time day by day b/c it always seemed overproofed, then suddenly, bam, today's loaf seemed insanely *underproofed*. stumped as to why. no middle ground of, like, normal bread appearing

spülung. the floodgates in the garden’s upper pond are opened; as a snake begins to molt and slough its dullened scales, or slickened colt will struggle from its caul, the algae spawned to smother up the surface shrinks beyond its clotted carpet, shaken by the jolt of current, slowly sliding - in revolt against stagnation, reservoirs respond to lowered gates, will seize the chance to pour and leap to lower-lying courses, streams of scum that covered them consigned to flow away, revealing surface-sheen; the more the upper pond is sluiced, the more its gleam’s indicative of turbulence below.

today's draft #sonnet. as so often lately, i probably sacrificed a bit of clarity in service of completely avoiding end-stops. once i started going all-in on enjambment it kind of became automatic and now it's an almost-daily thing #poetry

spoiled or unspoiled? the putrefaction of what we’ve prepared or gathered is inevitable, shown in time to tarnish everything that’s grown or cooked, the world’s unceasing ruin bared in spite of careful storage - if you dared leave fruit or bread out sitting on a stone or stump, the mold and fungal growth alone (assuming this experiment were spared the depredations of the ants or mice or birds) would liquefy and blacken it in hours to goo - but much of what we eat depends on just this - beer or bread’s digested twice, the first by yeast; a pickle only sours because it’s been pre-chewed by tiny friends.

today's #sonnet draft. not a particularly deep one, i'm afraid. 🥒🍻🍺🥯🍞🥖🥨🧀🧀🦠🦠🦠 #poetry

slight meter problem, i'll delete "or birds)"

congratulations. the world goes silent, fast, and slightly tips or wobbles on its axis. how could you have hidden this from me? what should i do with what you’ve told me - somehow come to grips with my own blindness? this revealing strips away the things i’d known; no hint or clue was obvious, you hid it well, all through our time together; hearing from your lips that you have aspirations just like mine, and passed the third audition, hurts me more than mere betrayal - you were shy, you say, and didn’t want to jinx it - but this sign you’ve easily surpassed me is a sore that i’m not sure will ever go away.

today's #sonnet draft. #poetry

In multistage processing, the lactic acid bacteria and yeasts are kept in an active state by frequent back-slopping, i.e., the organisms are at the exponential phase of growth for much of the fermentation scheme.

i've read dozens of books and websites on sourdough and never once seen the technical word this book uses for refreshing a starter - "backslopping". i understand why the word is rare. it should be. its very existence is kind of making me queasy.