Matthew Muñoz

A roof of brick (?) slats covered in green moss.

Roof.

#mosstodon

Return of the Revenge of the Attack of the Robots of Babylon — Anthony Etherin Paperback, 105x148mm, monochrome, 32pp The chapbook follow-up to 2023’s The Robots of Babylon , Return of the Revenge of the Attack of the Robots of Babylon presents a sequence of sonnets ...

I am pleased to announce the publication of my new chapbook, RETURN OF… THE ROBOTS OF BABYLON!

27 poems. This is my first collection of new poetry in nearly two years.

Get your copy here!

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Artemis forty thousand miles sends real time information from earth to the moon

Minor Transient Documents of Everyday Life are three line recipes, short stories, jokes, riddles, science projects, love notes, horrors, confessions, and memories. A collection of haiku written between the years 2022-2024. buy it - www.blurb.com/b/1242...

Donut-shaped sticker with thick black calligraphy strokes.

A CD sticker?

#asemic

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It's real, it's weird, it's happening now!

ALL ABOARD THE SUCCESS EXPRESS, TOOT TOOT

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Some asemic script in black paint on a strip of burlap.

PAUL KLEE 1879 - 1940 Schrift Script c. 1940 ALBERTINA, Wien - Sammlung Forberg

Some Paul Klee.

#asemic

A black-and-white wall mural of a cow stripteasing between two hamburger buns

Remember The Pornography of Meat?

Purple spraypaint graffiti on green concrete benches reading “FIREBONEr”.

"FIREBONEr"

Made significant progress with the Beowulf vispo project over the last few days. Suddenly, finishing it seems possible.

NEW YEAR'S DAY Your aesthetic of teeth and heraldic use of art keep me at spear's length. I prefer the threat of being alive. The face that shines as the road rises. That terrible voice commanding everything: be new.

The cover of More of How to Read the Bible: a monochrome photograph of a small, empty, embroidered shoe printed on red paper.

Something from More of How to Read the Bible, kindly sent to me by @j-tkelly.bsky.social.

A chapbook carrying its own erratum!

#poetry

spider castaway
billowing, ambivalence
above the altar

#haiku

:D

The cover of the beautifully handmade Opinions, a poetry chapbook by Matthew Muñoz

Poem from Opinions. Each poem in the collection is a Shakespearean sonnet. Each named for an ancient Greek philosopher.

This is one of the handsomest handmade chapbooks I've held in my hands. @knucklebones.rip

"Regnar" is "ranger" backwards, but it's a barbarian name.
"Nairabrab" is "barbarian" backwards, but it's a wizard name.
"Draziw" is "wizard" backwards, but it's a ranger name.

And that's how you play DnD.

#ttrpg

Her background: psychokinesis being an innate but insensate ability, she has performed her remote operations withon the beloved ever by haptic accompaniment. The psychic surgeon: with her earpiece and stethoscope, the piezo electric pickup-adhered about an areola, perhaps— she attunes to the channels and chambers of the pulse. Bloods and winds, chyle and chyme, the carnal corridors-all limned and lensed in chiming quartz. Her surgical sounding line, plumbing the crimson bends, the cardioid incarnadines bound in anastamoses increate. Leaves of violet, blues and gules— gaybeseen, but not beheld by her. Held by her: obscure phlegms, phlegethons, bezoars, calcium, potassium, and semiprecious stones: appearing within the palm of her working hand, the strange objects of her remotest art.

The cover of Psychic Surgeon: rawhide bones and anatomical cross-sections in a sexually suggestive arrangement.

Something from The Psychic Surgeon Assists by Zebulon House, from Calamari Archive, Ink.

Eternal Non-Return Hundreds of years spent filing at the bars set in the frame And shifting form and face through flux and dissolution, A madman bearing Emptiness for his name Flees from the clutches of a model institution. He knows quite well there is no time to flee, Nowhere to go, no path on which to go there, But more than that, this self-same escapee Himself cannot be found, for he is nowhere. To say the process of the filing does exist Or that there are no file or bars is all the same. The madman Voyd clutches his rosary in his fist – All answers to all questions he disclaims. For since the world keeps moving but we know not whither, Better say at once both No' and 'Yes', but swear to neither.

A poem to end the world.

(From Buddha's Little Finger by Victor Pelevin, trans. Andrew Bromfeld.)

#poetry

Ballpoint pen letters have been added to the vaccine abbreviation HIB to spell the word “prohibit”.

A nurse apparently annotated my childhood vaccine card with a little joke.

"Pro HIB it"

Hey Matthew, how's the poem going?

habitual disparagements
embalmed in etymology,
pecuniary-gibberish-
infused soteriology,

Once in the tavern you have reached the end,
No more to fear from enemy—or friend;
No more to hope, no more to do or say,
Nothing to pray for—nothing to pretend.

—Omar Khayyám, trans. Richard Le Gallienne

A rock inscribed with: OLD MISSION DAM BUILT 1813 - 1816 A PART OF THE FIRST PERMANENT IRRIGATION PROJECT BY PADRES AND INDIANS IN CALIFORNIA MARKER PLACED BY THE SAN DIEGO CHAPTER DAUGHTERS OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION MAY 17TH. 1941

"and Indians" clearly said something else before it was scraped away. But what?

An amphibian from the Ploo Sector, Kam Nale entered the Boonta Eve Podrace under the name "Elan Mak" to conceal his true identity. The son of a recently murdered Fluggrian crime lord, Kam Nale intends to kill his father's assassin: Aldar Beedo.

Elan Mak

A mirror with a partial sticker saying “😄 forget to smile”.

🤔

Perhaps you'd like some ether, like William James?

Literary afterlife of William James' chemical experiments in epistemology.

(Buddha's Little Finger by Victor Pelevin trans. Andrew Bromfield.)

#philosophy

Some kind of orange rose.

#bloomscrolling

Ginger Before infusions to meliorate nausea, before restorative vodka concoctions, before robust prophylaxis for scurvy, before perfumes graced Confucius’ luncheons, they say some unknown Austronesian agronomist, engrossed in encouraging rhizomes for supper, invented a cultigen splendidly worthy (reforms are more often devised than discovered).

Poem for the livestream.

(Ginger's like a banana.)

#poetry

A license plate reading “STIHYPE”.

"STIHYPE"

THE ORACLE AT THE END OF TIME Stars, as pale as faint moths, devour the shroud of night - a swath of sackcloth burnt to shreds. Each pearl of flame, crushed down into a cloud of sparks, fades, bedrowned in these oyster beds of ash. Such pinholes of light, trapped in shells of black nacre, flicker - like afterthoughts - then wane, unmapped by dreamless sentinels who haunt the frozen vaults of cosmonauts: tombs for kings in cocoons of gauze and masks of gold; caves for monks in caskets of flint and suits of foil. The dead, enslaved to tasks beyond these graves, leave behind no voiceprint for the spell that, when cast in Hell, might turn our gaze to watch our bygone lovers burn.

Sonnet for the time after the stars are gone, ending The Xenotext Book 2 by Christian Bök.

#poetry #sonnet

For Sale “When a man lies, he murders some part of the world.” —a wizard Malfeasances denuded of pretext adroitly, misdemeanors imputed to rivals conjointly, gratuitous dissembling reframed as misstatement, abuses overwhelming insipid abatements, flamboyant cupidity indulged absolutely, conceited stupidity legitimized mutely, the munificent breadth of reality wrung of its least consecration: a perjuring tongue.

Yet another poem for the stream. Topical.

#poetry

Paraplectana tsushimensis A creditable epigram: to validate a duck, the shape and walk and swim and quack are enough. A cherry-red enamel-drop idly suggesting caution, congenial stamp of polka-dots, and hallmark fussy saunter evoke a ladybug (and not a monster).

Another poem for the livestream.

#poetry

Can You(se) Paradigm?: The Willful Misinterpretation of Economics as Social Theory