Vain as an owl, wry as crane, Wise as a goose, the eagle flies Miles overhead, and weakly smiles. Proud in its feathers, crying aloud Hollow inside, with no compass to follow Ruling in circles, hunting and fooling, Bird-brained and loud; a fool, in a word, Squandering freedom on noisy wandering, Winked, as its innards went slowly extinct.

John Linnell: The words I’m singing now mean nothing more than meow to an animal.

By nine one means none,

Never notice numerical ruminations, the newest misfiring of multiplicity in moonlit moods.

Why is art so important? Why is market capitalism not enough to govern a society? Why should I have to pay taxes for publicly-funded art, or for university art departments?

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Caspurrrr (2023? - ) Joins the Antipostmetasemantic Family

Carrrmen - meow/meow/meow

Drifting sadly through the void, the stars grimly contemplate their imposed journey. Empty of signposts, phenomena, or other sources of interest, they find it is yet badly cluttered with quantum dust bunnies and supernova shrapnel. Those brave nuclear reactor chambers bundled up in gravity-bound plasma trudge wearily on through the mess of quantum froth, all the while blasting rays and particles everywhere into the blackness. As they grunt, roll, and spiral onward in a cl

Monitors of measly meaning, The words of wonder lie moribund at the bottom of mind. What wonder there may happen to hold in the hold Of...

I am an artist. I am here to close the sad rift between "should" and "is" By changing what "is".

I never filled the cup of quiet, Never drained the tub of dread, Never failed to pay my fear, I never saw the chance instead. I never...

Expansions on " About Antipostmetasemanticism ". Skip if you don't care or if it's too long. When the time is right, perhaps this...

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This is where to start. You don't have to "get it". That's not where to start. Where to start is not where to start finishing....

A lake, dark and spreading To the walls of the cave, where the shadows are In the unlit darkness until dankness ranks An uncandle,...

Annie (Much beloved, RIP. 2012?-2025)

Deep under the blanket of space Beneath a fluffy quilt of stars Sleep soft and silent. Until the scream of the twelve-handed tyrant...

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Breezes blowing through trees is Like the hoarse course of force or worse The whitely covered ground we found Is grabbing down all sound around. Cold shaking cold, the fingers of freezes, The tickling and wheezes of hard stone air That rips through coats and pants like freight trains Of dashing crashing rains. Like the horse courts our forts and warts, The coldly whitened snowball snooze The covers warm, Oh, let me stay Inside and out of Winter's way.