La Doleur Exquisabella
@minxmarple.bsky.social
a pearl scavenged from the toxic sludge • refusenik • moon gardener
one thing i passionately dislike in writing is feeling a writer's pleasure in their finickiness, it gives me the ick. this thought brought to you by reading a specific word which i felt the author enjoy too much today.
January 7, 2026 at 6:40 PM
one thing i passionately dislike in writing is feeling a writer's pleasure in their finickiness, it gives me the ick. this thought brought to you by reading a specific word which i felt the author enjoy too much today.
the irony of reading Japanese literature in a French translation in order to shed light on the English translations, ho hum.
January 7, 2026 at 4:21 PM
the irony of reading Japanese literature in a French translation in order to shed light on the English translations, ho hum.
my throat is full of fluttering pulses and yet I must get on with my packing, the horror
January 7, 2026 at 12:48 PM
my throat is full of fluttering pulses and yet I must get on with my packing, the horror
New year, same old sugar-fiend.
Everybody knows that January is for blood oranges.
Everybody knows that January is for blood oranges.
January 7, 2026 at 10:27 AM
New year, same old sugar-fiend.
Everybody knows that January is for blood oranges.
Everybody knows that January is for blood oranges.
Recently on the chaise longue
I struggle to keep a note of what I’ve read, because I often only read parts of things, or skim for what’s needed, but I’ve decided to resurrect my old twitter ‘on the chaise longue’ though both twitter and the chaise longue are long gone.
I struggle to keep a note of what I’ve read, because I often only read parts of things, or skim for what’s needed, but I’ve decided to resurrect my old twitter ‘on the chaise longue’ though both twitter and the chaise longue are long gone.
January 7, 2026 at 7:44 AM
Recently on the chaise longue
I struggle to keep a note of what I’ve read, because I often only read parts of things, or skim for what’s needed, but I’ve decided to resurrect my old twitter ‘on the chaise longue’ though both twitter and the chaise longue are long gone.
I struggle to keep a note of what I’ve read, because I often only read parts of things, or skim for what’s needed, but I’ve decided to resurrect my old twitter ‘on the chaise longue’ though both twitter and the chaise longue are long gone.
The Moon Addresses Her Reflection, Alice Oswald.
for you: if we so wish we could
for you: if we so wish we could
January 6, 2026 at 10:33 PM
The Moon Addresses Her Reflection, Alice Oswald.
for you: if we so wish we could
for you: if we so wish we could
thinking about the breath and the edit, the movement of the eye, the sharp snip, the sticky rewire, the way the tears just start to fall when i'm reading you, the sound of an owl, the stiff shoulder where all my unreleasable tension musters, the touch that no longer soothes, a zephyr
January 6, 2026 at 9:52 AM
thinking about the breath and the edit, the movement of the eye, the sharp snip, the sticky rewire, the way the tears just start to fall when i'm reading you, the sound of an owl, the stiff shoulder where all my unreleasable tension musters, the touch that no longer soothes, a zephyr
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