“was it a vision, or a waking dream?
fled is that music - do I wake or sleep?”

Arvo meets Cocteau meets Keats meets Bluesky

the rabble is getting unruly

what if we used Bluesky like Proust used the bathroom

from Pablo Neruda’s “The Dead in the Square” (1950)

kind regards to my fellow comrades, pilgrims and poets improbably seeking still bluer skies

Un chant d'amour (1950) - Jean Genet

One imagines the trapped, frightened bourgeoisie of El Ángel Exterminador switching from X-formerly-Twitter to Bluesky as a last resort