AC Quinlan
@acquinlan.bsky.social
“a fearless finder of the names of things”
author of ENTANGLED TRACES (haiku collection) www.bit.ly/EntangledTraces
author of ENTANGLED TRACES (haiku collection) www.bit.ly/EntangledTraces
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AC Quinlan
@acquinlan.bsky.social
· Sep 26
Walk in the Sun, Child,
Mend your heart in its glow,
Now rise with us to joy.
haiku #poetry from ‘Entangled Traces’ – verse 1
sensemaking.neocities.org/Traces#read
Mend your heart in its glow,
Now rise with us to joy.
haiku #poetry from ‘Entangled Traces’ – verse 1
sensemaking.neocities.org/Traces#read
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A poem for poets by Arseny Tarkovsky
The Word
A word is only a skin
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate
The Word
A word is only a skin
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate
September 22, 2025 at 4:32 PM
A poem for poets by Arseny Tarkovsky
The Word
A word is only a skin
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate
The Word
A word is only a skin
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate
April 19, 2025 at 4:43 AM
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"Under this mask, another mask. I will never finish removing all these faces."
- Claude Cahun
- Claude Cahun
October 31, 2024 at 11:04 AM
"Under this mask, another mask. I will never finish removing all these faces."
- Claude Cahun
- Claude Cahun
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March 15, 2025 at 1:28 PM
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Nicholas, your poem reminds me of another favorite which I don't believe was ever published —
"The Sublime Wants To Reach You" by Mira Fong
(with references to desert, mountains, "inside your chest" and something of its general mood…)
"The Sublime Wants To Reach You" by Mira Fong
(with references to desert, mountains, "inside your chest" and something of its general mood…)
August 8, 2023 at 4:24 PM
Nicholas, your poem reminds me of another favorite which I don't believe was ever published —
"The Sublime Wants To Reach You" by Mira Fong
(with references to desert, mountains, "inside your chest" and something of its general mood…)
"The Sublime Wants To Reach You" by Mira Fong
(with references to desert, mountains, "inside your chest" and something of its general mood…)
A thread of quotes from Hopscotch (Rayuela) by Julio Cortázar, 1963:
"I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses."
"I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses."
I once belonged to a book club that tried reading Hopscotch, and we collectively chose to abandon it.
I saved some excerpts from the novel that I found beautiful and thought provoking. For me, they were isolated gems of language craftsmanship, and the book didn't have enough narrative coherence.
I saved some excerpts from the novel that I found beautiful and thought provoking. For me, they were isolated gems of language craftsmanship, and the book didn't have enough narrative coherence.
March 10, 2025 at 6:16 PM
A thread of quotes from Hopscotch (Rayuela) by Julio Cortázar, 1963:
"I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses."
"I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses."
I am gathering, in order to collate, what otherwise
must be scattered and left anonymous by the maelstrom,
tenderly, with a sense of profound obligation.
I have rescued from oblivion many things
that have no name, and there are more.
— Evan S. Connell
#poetry
must be scattered and left anonymous by the maelstrom,
tenderly, with a sense of profound obligation.
I have rescued from oblivion many things
that have no name, and there are more.
— Evan S. Connell
#poetry
March 8, 2025 at 4:13 PM
I am gathering, in order to collate, what otherwise
must be scattered and left anonymous by the maelstrom,
tenderly, with a sense of profound obligation.
I have rescued from oblivion many things
that have no name, and there are more.
— Evan S. Connell
#poetry
must be scattered and left anonymous by the maelstrom,
tenderly, with a sense of profound obligation.
I have rescued from oblivion many things
that have no name, and there are more.
— Evan S. Connell
#poetry
… to care for the collective mind we all share and inhabit … to keep it open to everything …
The caretaker is not going to give up his difficult but invisible role which is to let go of control but to
keep the centre empty.
— John Chris Jones
The caretaker is not going to give up his difficult but invisible role which is to let go of control but to
keep the centre empty.
— John Chris Jones
...@imaginary rock foundation
www.ellipsis.net
March 8, 2025 at 4:07 PM
… to care for the collective mind we all share and inhabit … to keep it open to everything …
The caretaker is not going to give up his difficult but invisible role which is to let go of control but to
keep the centre empty.
— John Chris Jones
The caretaker is not going to give up his difficult but invisible role which is to let go of control but to
keep the centre empty.
— John Chris Jones
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"Love, you extend my vocabulary with your expansiveness. We’ve been force fed falsehoods
about shrinking & smallness, yet we contain such abounding abundance..."
—Aerik Francis
about shrinking & smallness, yet we contain such abounding abundance..."
—Aerik Francis
Fat4Fat by Aerik Francis – beestung
beestungmag.com
March 4, 2025 at 1:05 PM
"Love, you extend my vocabulary with your expansiveness. We’ve been force fed falsehoods
about shrinking & smallness, yet we contain such abounding abundance..."
—Aerik Francis
about shrinking & smallness, yet we contain such abounding abundance..."
—Aerik Francis
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Thank you for introducing me to this author!
Here are longer excerpts from a story by Jeanette Winterson.
“There is the moon, the water, the night, one creature's need and another's response. The moment between chaos and shape and I say his name and he hears me.”
Here are longer excerpts from a story by Jeanette Winterson.
“There is the moon, the water, the night, one creature's need and another's response. The moment between chaos and shape and I say his name and he hears me.”
March 12, 2024 at 7:23 PM
Thank you for introducing me to this author!
Here are longer excerpts from a story by Jeanette Winterson.
“There is the moon, the water, the night, one creature's need and another's response. The moment between chaos and shape and I say his name and he hears me.”
Here are longer excerpts from a story by Jeanette Winterson.
“There is the moon, the water, the night, one creature's need and another's response. The moment between chaos and shape and I say his name and he hears me.”
Now I'll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind, freed from the lies
And I'll kneel down
Wait for now
I'll kneel down
Know my ground
Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow
–Mumford & Sons
#music
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind, freed from the lies
And I'll kneel down
Wait for now
I'll kneel down
Know my ground
Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow
–Mumford & Sons
#music
February 25, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Now I'll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind, freed from the lies
And I'll kneel down
Wait for now
I'll kneel down
Know my ground
Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow
–Mumford & Sons
#music
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind, freed from the lies
And I'll kneel down
Wait for now
I'll kneel down
Know my ground
Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow
–Mumford & Sons
#music
February 25, 2025 at 11:12 AM
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Keeping my kindness as resistance, my softness as rebellion.
February 10, 2025 at 1:10 PM
Keeping my kindness as resistance, my softness as rebellion.
"How she surrendered herself— Loved.
Loved her interior world, her Inneren Wildnis,
that primeval forest within her,
on whose mute floor of ancient downfall
her heart stood, shimmering green." 💚
— slightly adapted from Rilke's third elegy #poetry
from The Duino Elegies (published 1923)
Loved her interior world, her Inneren Wildnis,
that primeval forest within her,
on whose mute floor of ancient downfall
her heart stood, shimmering green." 💚
— slightly adapted from Rilke's third elegy #poetry
from The Duino Elegies (published 1923)
January 27, 2025 at 6:48 PM
"How she surrendered herself— Loved.
Loved her interior world, her Inneren Wildnis,
that primeval forest within her,
on whose mute floor of ancient downfall
her heart stood, shimmering green." 💚
— slightly adapted from Rilke's third elegy #poetry
from The Duino Elegies (published 1923)
Loved her interior world, her Inneren Wildnis,
that primeval forest within her,
on whose mute floor of ancient downfall
her heart stood, shimmering green." 💚
— slightly adapted from Rilke's third elegy #poetry
from The Duino Elegies (published 1923)
Reposted by AC Quinlan
formt, ist ein Spiegelbild der inneren Wildnis, die in uns allen schlummert. Er trotzt der endlosen Leere der Existenz, nicht durch lautes Aufbegehren, sondern durch das stille Schaffen, ein Beweis seiner eigenen Lebensbejahung. Und hier, in der sengenden Dualität des Seins, findet der Betrachter3/*
October 21, 2023 at 12:30 PM
formt, ist ein Spiegelbild der inneren Wildnis, die in uns allen schlummert. Er trotzt der endlosen Leere der Existenz, nicht durch lautes Aufbegehren, sondern durch das stille Schaffen, ein Beweis seiner eigenen Lebensbejahung. Und hier, in der sengenden Dualität des Seins, findet der Betrachter3/*
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First of all, I love the Elvish concept of a mother-name. The Quenya term for that is beautiful: Amilessë
Nerwen is such a meaningful name or designation to me.
It's a name I choose as I now re-parent myself.
Nerwen is such a meaningful name or designation to me.
It's a name I choose as I now re-parent myself.
Amilessë
Amilessë, Quenya for "mother-name", was the name given to an elf at, or some years after, birth by his or her mother, and it was one of the Elf's true names. It...
https://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Amilessë
March 7, 2024 at 4:47 PM
First of all, I love the Elvish concept of a mother-name. The Quenya term for that is beautiful: Amilessë
Nerwen is such a meaningful name or designation to me.
It's a name I choose as I now re-parent myself.
Nerwen is such a meaningful name or designation to me.
It's a name I choose as I now re-parent myself.
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You should go from place to place recovering the poems
that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature.
Don't discuss these matters with anyone.
Retrieve. Retrieve.
When the basket is full someone will appear
to whom you can present it.
~Leonard Cohen
that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature.
Don't discuss these matters with anyone.
Retrieve. Retrieve.
When the basket is full someone will appear
to whom you can present it.
~Leonard Cohen
January 3, 2025 at 6:35 AM
You should go from place to place recovering the poems
that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature.
Don't discuss these matters with anyone.
Retrieve. Retrieve.
When the basket is full someone will appear
to whom you can present it.
~Leonard Cohen
that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature.
Don't discuss these matters with anyone.
Retrieve. Retrieve.
When the basket is full someone will appear
to whom you can present it.
~Leonard Cohen
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for me the ideas for poems is akin to the enrichment of a stalactite ~ the poems seem to write me into being
January 3, 2025 at 4:40 PM
for me the ideas for poems is akin to the enrichment of a stalactite ~ the poems seem to write me into being
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"The road goes ever on and on." — J. R. R. Tolkien
#photography #photosky #landscape #b&w #deathvalley #road
#photography #photosky #landscape #b&w #deathvalley #road
January 2, 2025 at 3:05 PM
"The road goes ever on and on." — J. R. R. Tolkien
#photography #photosky #landscape #b&w #deathvalley #road
#photography #photosky #landscape #b&w #deathvalley #road
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
— “The Scientist” by Coldplay
#music
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
— “The Scientist” by Coldplay
#music
January 3, 2025 at 2:48 PM
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
— “The Scientist” by Coldplay
#music
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
— “The Scientist” by Coldplay
#music
I finally found my real name
I won’t be me when you see me again
No, I won’t be my father’s son
I’m more than you know
I’m more than you see here
I’m more than you let me be
I’m more than you know
A body in a soul
You don’t see me but you will
I am not invisible
I am here
— “Invisible” (U2)
#music
I won’t be me when you see me again
No, I won’t be my father’s son
I’m more than you know
I’m more than you see here
I’m more than you let me be
I’m more than you know
A body in a soul
You don’t see me but you will
I am not invisible
I am here
— “Invisible” (U2)
#music
January 1, 2025 at 9:04 PM
I finally found my real name
I won’t be me when you see me again
No, I won’t be my father’s son
I’m more than you know
I’m more than you see here
I’m more than you let me be
I’m more than you know
A body in a soul
You don’t see me but you will
I am not invisible
I am here
— “Invisible” (U2)
#music
I won’t be me when you see me again
No, I won’t be my father’s son
I’m more than you know
I’m more than you see here
I’m more than you let me be
I’m more than you know
A body in a soul
You don’t see me but you will
I am not invisible
I am here
— “Invisible” (U2)
#music
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April 7, 2024 at 7:44 PM
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"When working in the archive you will often find yourself thinking of this exploration as a dive, a submersion, perhaps even a drowning … you feel immersed in something vast, oceanic."
July 21, 2023 at 5:40 PM
"When working in the archive you will often find yourself thinking of this exploration as a dive, a submersion, perhaps even a drowning … you feel immersed in something vast, oceanic."