Angles Morts

it wouldn't take much no, it wouldn't take much cloudscape, landscape, mood and tendency but i make trails other things said crow Yesterday :: Thursday, 21st May 2026

catch-up blues what if my heart's not in anything? other things said there's something... Yesterday :: Wednesday, 20th May 2026

yesterday i fell down jumping over a fence from meadow to pavement of a road ostentatiously signposted as 'private' i caught the floor with my right knee, right over the scar i got from the second of the two times i have more seriously injured myself falling off my bike that was 2023, i think, and it was february. a countryish road on the cycle route to the next town south of this city. then receding from the microclimate and grit of the urban centre, i had not anticipated the ice, so when i…

what's your currency? it's contours contouring countourer, you? nothing about you're pondrous like instant release active consistence other things said silver Yesterday :: Monday, 18th May 2026

self-portraits in dust it's all what we're up to, here, this wet ferrule of the universe we're floating bristling running under lukewarm water with indulgent smiles pinching nerves other things said what's my currency? Yesterday :: Sunday, 17th May 2026

the glancing blow and it skittered off somewhere so now, my head on the floor and the hand holds torch the initial bounce i did not catch it other things said reach Yesterday :: Saturday, 16th May 2026

try to hide my disdain i pile it all on the thirtysomething years of tension on my shoulders i pour a landscape a new notebook with puffins on the cover i break a spine i can't see how would i know the difference? other things said some estate Yesterday :: Friday, 15th May 2026

you have to ask, though - would it fuck you up any more than a quick may rainfall? it's illegible, really, other weirder limbs, but i am told there are signs rain drop surprise other things said important coded meeting Yesterday :: Thursday, 14th May

dear diary, yes, it was funny, in that particular way. it was exactly like we were posting mail addressed to nowhere. every day. we were falling all over ourselves at that one. laughing, yes. and crying, too, i think. other, weirder, ings too - the ones i am always trying to tell you about. in any case, you have not received a really good line in days. i think it was the one about the shoulders. and yes, i know, you might say months - every page is entitled to its opinion. and i can only…

do you still agree? well you can choose the lines you draw between them what you call them i don't know it's all i can tell you chiffchaff makes sense other things said thankfully Yesterday :: Tuesday, 12th of May 2026

i wonder why do they call it a bowl of stars? like, here i am, base of a bowl and looking up - and it is walled by pines and it is rimmed with foliage and then sky, space, stars, all that - i am a point of consciousness and my vision presents a clear convexity anyway, the shoulders of giants are broken branches each giant has many shoulders and they form a vestigial continuum time passes, from star to ground, like it's all stars and space and spheric layers and then - this bowl - from branches…

unprovable truths in diagonalosis all watching that space interrogation - and me? a forest fade other things said marginal these are the days, my friend Yesterday :: Thursday, 7th May 2026

drawing comfort from the same moon all questions of intercession reflect and project, now the traditional floodplain - you can ruin anything with the right line other things said roomy tidings Yesterday :: Wednesday, 6th May 2026

now approach, epistolic your novel quotidian missive and tell me: tell me what it's like or unlike it today, or every day - of all the complicated someones who conjure me in it i learn to love it all your idiopathic cliches who'll party with my own on a table still approaching and your apotheosing, occasionally, automatically, me, i'll cut out pieces and glue them to my forehead and i'll think about them daily and they'll run out when i write like, if that's not magic? so approach now, oh you,…

oh morning, pluripotent it goes left many ways like it's left unattended days fill and die away or it's only split and fed epithelial every days like some scaffolds hold nothing to differentiate yesterday a fridge door is slammed and you'll feel it for weeks something's thriving in the bead bath even worse if it's yeast that fast-acting prediction of therapy and bleach and it's a wonder, oh morning oh morning, pluripotent it really is a wonder that every day the morning and some days it's all…

your all unhinged erratic movement move, two, three, like you do other things said noise Yesterday :: Sunday, 3th May 2026

i can't write the thing it is like to be me not exactly like it doesn't matter how you read it because it matters how you read it and everything else, too well this is my friend's best hot sauce yet it is perfect for me it speaks to some micronic configuration of proportion genius of fruit, sour, salt and everything else, too they grow the chillies themselves and play it by taste - don't write down the recipes it's different every time like, you know the river and we both know the line - you…

yes. i can be positive. joyful, sometimes. occasionally approaching happy. i think the trick is not to hold onto the sad parts for too long. it's like you could write the 31st of april in your journal. because you don't yet know. and some people do. they just know that kind of thing. it's innate. there's probably a gene for it. maybe it works like CLOCK, encoding that intricate dance of reciprocal feedback loop exchange - our own internal mimetic sketch of the sun and the moon chasing each…

yes! dear trees who wave and larks who chatter and swallows who dance - i am just like you because i can hear the water, too - i am just like you because i can see the blue sky, too and the sky is the colour of joy, this morning it is exactly like colour, under lines or wash over tines or just like you, oh swallow, like you skim and dive like you're transforming, already this drab little country yes! calling summertime joy it's not like living will be easy it's like sometimes, now, there will…

the moon! in rock bottom revel a giant throws off the haze ending it's starting my every day i wipe my eye with the rag they threaded under the B flat a million years ago i watch it rise and put it back other things said your old Yesterday :: Thursday, 30th April 2026

i am sure that spring was up to something never mind a neuron triggers next like maybe i've just broken some american federal law when i ripped that paper it was probably written on the paper but it's too late now i'm not going to put it back together already i am watching it and it is being carried off and it is disintegrating now it is conglomerating with all the other broken things and things in themselves in the great malignant wad of wherever where it's reclamation which means to grow more…

it's not a can but you bottled it you walked away followed the other river hours later you had to catch an odd bus home you did not want to get the bus but you were too far from home now the bus goes back and forth and all around the city hospitals you did not know the city had so many hospitals the sun makes the sky a feature, you think, twice a day but all day, really, you you are picking up blossoms one by one other things said it's composition! Yesterday :: Tuesday, 28th April 2026

you got sad again all peaks and peaks maybe more a facade peeked through and you had nothing to say about it you had no worthy expression or elevation no transcenscion or consolation for this one so, you you let down your life and the experiencing of it other things said flowing artist's blouse Yesterday :: Monday, 27th April 2026

all filters, all filters all filters prosaic how do you type pheasamt wrong? i get back to it with a little more guilt a little more glazed more repeatable figures other things said present Yesterday :: Sunday, 26th April 2026

pax and positions a big blue pheasamt feeder empty other things said eck Yesterday :: Saturday, 25th April 2026

spray paint portent for the managed forest by elegant legs give rise to repetitive figures other things said sickly Yesterday :: Friday, 24th April 2026

hey! what's that margin say? asked epistolocles probably she lives in a rented apartment in a small city enjoys nothing right now she cancelled all her plans and red wine barrels through 7am half-finished a shit painting but she knows the truth: you can't just say a sunset she suspects it's the answer to a riddle about what we all can see but can never share not really even tonight, today, she tries other things said charming Earlier Today :: Thursday, 23rd April 2026 (2)

standard walking sandwich toasted everything bagel fillings in order vegan mayo¹ spread on bottom of bagel three slices of cheddar (mature) to cover entire bagel pickles² sliced to similar thickness to cheddar and placed in same orientation coarse freshly ground pepper french mustard spread on top side of bagel oxford creamwich toasted white (preferred for the improved toasted crispness and glaze) or wholemeal bagel (better energy for long excursions) fillings in order garlic aioli³ spread on…

suspicious like an empty table and i don't mean empty you intangibly relate that lawn those lawns all grouting for concrete car slabs where literacy romps and falls all about the quotidian scenery just like all plastic lead me blinking straining further to see between tines there is something here about living while not living it's here, where lack reveals nothing of the things and the kinds of things you approach while approaching but i suppose it got a reaction other things said please note,…

the building's main problem was its foundation and now it's just like helping a dead body move its lack reveals gravity a deep well waits look! weights and paradoxical somnia it follows when you couldn't put it down all hart like wonder and pliability it's like you know what it's schwerly vibes, but it sounds like love symbols in english other things said glassine Yesterday :: Tuesday, 21st April 2026