La Doleur Exquisabella
@minxmarple.bsky.social
a pearl scavenged from the toxic sludge • refusenik • moon gardener
Good morning to the edgy, and the crowding in of demands, to the desire for breezy abandon and the reality of getting up early to draft things in the bath only.
January 6, 2026 at 7:29 AM
Good morning to the edgy, and the crowding in of demands, to the desire for breezy abandon and the reality of getting up early to draft things in the bath only.
I met him.
What's the most ridiculous way you ever hurt yourself? I got out of the tub, skidded in water and tripped over the toilet. Ankle sprain.
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January 6, 2026 at 12:00 AM
I met him.
True poetry is the moon and a cock in the same shot. One for the semioticians, perhaps.
January 5, 2026 at 9:33 PM
True poetry is the moon and a cock in the same shot. One for the semioticians, perhaps.
Féllow menders, when do we accept that we’re unable to render a garment wearable? This thought brought to you by weaving fragile cashmere, which pretty much disintegrates in my hand. (A mend on a mend on a mend)
January 5, 2026 at 8:12 PM
Féllow menders, when do we accept that we’re unable to render a garment wearable? This thought brought to you by weaving fragile cashmere, which pretty much disintegrates in my hand. (A mend on a mend on a mend)
what are your favourite love poems -- or writings about love (not necessarily romantic), Bluesky? I have what might be called a poetic beat that I frequent, but where have *you* found something you can't let go? (pls share)
January 5, 2026 at 5:55 PM
what are your favourite love poems -- or writings about love (not necessarily romantic), Bluesky? I have what might be called a poetic beat that I frequent, but where have *you* found something you can't let go? (pls share)
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Nothing in the visual field allows you to infer that it is seen by an eye.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
January 5, 2026 at 4:13 PM
Nothing in the visual field allows you to infer that it is seen by an eye.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
4pm and not dark yet, babes.
January 5, 2026 at 4:11 PM
4pm and not dark yet, babes.
me every time i leave the house
January 5, 2026 at 1:09 PM
me every time i leave the house
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Navigating through fog
Difficult [to] Decipher.
Yes. Your light is a mystery. To me.
Like the inscription on a sword. Words.
0xE7134974
Difficult [to] Decipher.
Yes. Your light is a mystery. To me.
Like the inscription on a sword. Words.
0xE7134974
January 5, 2026 at 12:12 PM
Navigating through fog
Difficult [to] Decipher.
Yes. Your light is a mystery. To me.
Like the inscription on a sword. Words.
0xE7134974
Difficult [to] Decipher.
Yes. Your light is a mystery. To me.
Like the inscription on a sword. Words.
0xE7134974
I’d’ve missed the exquisite pink light and the day moon if i hadn’t, though, so a tiny exchange of desire for beauty.
January 5, 2026 at 9:19 AM
I’d’ve missed the exquisite pink light and the day moon if i hadn’t, though, so a tiny exchange of desire for beauty.
Every single no in the world.
January 5, 2026 at 8:02 AM
Every single no in the world.
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Book Cover of the Day:
January 5, 2026 at 6:51 AM
Book Cover of the Day:
I was thinking earlier that somehow i like the sound of things more than the meaning.
January 4, 2026 at 2:56 PM
I was thinking earlier that somehow i like the sound of things more than the meaning.
Strain this chaos / turn it into light /
January 4, 2026 at 1:37 PM
Strain this chaos / turn it into light /
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& what the letters said was that I wanted to say that I want & the morning you left was crows & decades later the textures of the world are tearing . . .
January 4, 2026 at 9:36 AM
& what the letters said was that I wanted to say that I want & the morning you left was crows & decades later the textures of the world are tearing . . .
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#TodaysPoem is scant solace, but I’ll take the crumbs
January 4, 2026 at 8:48 AM
#TodaysPoem is scant solace, but I’ll take the crumbs
Good morning to the reluctant, to the disconnected, to those dreading a particular task on this particular day, to those bracing for the rentrée only.
January 4, 2026 at 8:20 AM
Good morning to the reluctant, to the disconnected, to those dreading a particular task on this particular day, to those bracing for the rentrée only.
The moon is keeping me awake, I am wearing it on my sleeve in place of my heart
January 4, 2026 at 4:06 AM
The moon is keeping me awake, I am wearing it on my sleeve in place of my heart
The quest is on, here’s the sign.
January 3, 2026 at 10:20 PM
The quest is on, here’s the sign.
It’s way beyond time to refuse orders.
January 3, 2026 at 3:42 PM
It’s way beyond time to refuse orders.
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that it isn't a place you stay
January 3, 2026 at 2:40 PM
that it isn't a place you stay
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I’ve fallen down another Art History Rabbit Hole: Gwen Hardie, blackish violet green on indanthrone blue 2024.
January 3, 2026 at 9:06 AM
I’ve fallen down another Art History Rabbit Hole: Gwen Hardie, blackish violet green on indanthrone blue 2024.
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Robert Motherwell A la pintura: Blue 12-13,1969–71.
January 3, 2026 at 9:14 AM
Robert Motherwell A la pintura: Blue 12-13,1969–71.
Imagine being a small brown bear-dog who has seen a squirrel in the Park and urgently wishes to be united with it.
January 2, 2026 at 10:46 PM
Imagine being a small brown bear-dog who has seen a squirrel in the Park and urgently wishes to be united with it.
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purple hour & jupiter rising the day's ice & the night's moon pitted & cracked
January 2, 2026 at 6:33 PM
purple hour & jupiter rising the day's ice & the night's moon pitted & cracked