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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

very few care about history & reality anymore... you could generate an image of abe lincoln on stage with jimi hendrix and that would be good enough for way too many people.

"remember that one silly meme?" becomes, 3 yrs later, "remember that story about?"

cognition is an unpopular elective.

February 17, 2026 at 10:33 AM

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David Rosenthal

@davidrosenthalpoet.bsky.social

My Painted House, My Friendly Chicken, and Me

The Premier Online Bookstore for Bestselling and Classic African American Books.

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February 17, 2026 at 4:42 AM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

upfromsumdirt
MONSTROUS ENLIGHTMENT

"ndebelous" remains one of my favorite created words.

MONSTROUS ENLIGHTENMENT

my nonconformity
is entirely malleable
and i am wholly owned
by the ancestral hands
that forge me…

until i too is a god
and fully inalienable
to the self-exemplary;
no sham / no ire.

the black voice
is a technology of totems
a masonry of tongues
a symphony of umbras

uncalibrated parables &
phrases devoid of fear or fathom

our poems, swollen with
monstrous enlightenment
spew the nebulous
ndebelous in origin

in the hands of my egun
i become many gods
— divine + conquer.
no shame / no irony.

February 17, 2026 at 4:31 AM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

i WANT to need to write new poems, but so far i don't.

February 16, 2026 at 11:43 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

Affrilachian Poets 35th anny poetry reading

this friday at 6pm
carrick theater,
transylvania university in lexington

nearly 20 of us with 5 mins each to read

featuring Nikky Finney, Crystal Wilkinson, Frank X Walker, Randall Horton, Jeremy Paden, Gerald Coleman, & others

oh, & myself.

February 16, 2026 at 11:35 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

the pleasures of a busy day, forgetting you made a pot of coffee, and having your first sip of the day at 6pm...

February 16, 2026 at 11:04 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

also...

JUSTICE FOR KENDRA YOUNG!

pretty sure 46 yr old bianca lawson can still play a late teen... or at least mid-20s...

just have "the powers that be" return her to the mortal plane and we can roll from there...

a close up of a woman 's face with the words `` i 'm kendra '' written on the bottom .

Alt: a close up gif of a woman's face captioning her words "i'm kendra."

media.tenor.com

February 16, 2026 at 8:01 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

ha, haaa! fuck you, dishes...

TAKE THAT!!!

February 16, 2026 at 7:47 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

i think, for my cover for We, the Umbra, im gonna go the public domain route and pluck some obscured art from the past... i wish i could find a trove of black classical 18th century artists but im sure they starved in obscurity no matter how talented they were...

House & Field Negro Quarterly @morethanmud.bsky.social · 18h

Black Man with Horses
Wacław Pawliszak (Polish, 1866-1905)

painting of a black man in white robing and turban sits on a chestnut colored horse beside & behind a riderless white horse.

February 16, 2026 at 5:54 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

if youre familiar with tina bell then you probably know about death as well...

youtu.be/V2WbGN7xwW0?...

🔥 The Unrecognized Pioneers Of Punk Music :: A Band Called Death (Documentary)

YouTube video by FYADUB | FYASHOP

youtu.be

February 16, 2026 at 4:20 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

just read Christina Rossetti's Goblin Market, tho a longtime fan of Dante Rossetti's illustrations for it... my Fayre Gabbro suite of poems was inpired by his & other fantasy illustrators like Arthur Rackham's artwork

this is my own goblin/fairytale poem from that series

(now w/ correct alt text)

Fayre Gabbro & The Trickster God Dossier
- i -
the goblin king, injured and hiding
within the bush with hellhounds hot in abundance
turns to his small companion, the child Gabbro,
for whom is his charge and helps cover his escapes,
taught her he did in all the ways of The Whimsical World
the tears in his eyes a roux of his soul / the goblin king:
injured and angered with iron teeth in his giant
head, talons of great graphite, his tongue a cocoon
of leathery gauze with spells fraying on his lips
his milk-quartz skin as white as a unicorn’s hind
and his wide bulbous eyes the perfect verdigris . . .
“Fayre Gabbro, sweet lass, it has come to this,” he hisses, “haven’t all my poems come bifurcated, full of ooze & fur? did i not teach you how to handle the poisoned spindle? did i not tuft your ears from the dove’s murderous coo when it came blaring with rotten hymns in its bill? even now, the raven-queen’s quill juts your septum in protective augur
and just the other day didn’t i teach you to read the globe of the hyena’s skull when lost in a woods devoid of moss? did i not compress for you the
entire floating kingdom of Blasse Träume into the bunny tail puffed neatly beneath your crown? and the cadences we sang in joy with dolphin and crow after rescuing the serrated ode from the terrible toad with sabered teeth
& melodious breath; our adventures in Conch City, Little Lagos, the lost caves of Neptune, the Black Hole in the Tunnel of Light . . .
what a full life for barely a teen! but i am a goblin, The Goblin King, and i hunger, and to be healed (as is known) a goblin must eat the heart of Man; I’m sorry, Darling
Waif, but i must consume your essence, your nectar—its melanin. it’s much to
ask, i know—the abeyance of free will, the sacrificing of self for the perpetual
well-being of your betters! i won’t bore nor bother you with details (as gory as
they are) or how pained i am having pledged to protect you from ever seeing

me suffer: much is my love for the memory of us. so don’t cry for me, but recite
softly—for the soothing winds—the first lullaby i taught you lifetimes ago, then close your eyes & i’ll make it quick, without trauma—The Swift Ascent!” the sharp crackle of his flinting teeth; his dagger a slow-moving sorrow, a long lumbering ghost song rasping from its sheath . . .
Gabbro, the queen-child, with the knowing smile
her hand calmly in his unfurling claw like the pearl
safely in the clam; his paw scratching for skin, finds
an ossifying ore; an unscripted moment of laughter.

"Sweet Friend, i was never the fool . . . as a child i was given many doors and dreamt this day a decade ago and have walked each morn since
seeking forgiveness that softens. to buy time, it’s my Spell Of Rambling
that hinders your healing; chanting transmogrifying rhymes under breath . . .
even now, your feet are mostly flora; your hand more prickly succulent than a fist of saws . . . your head more cabbage than crown . . . I’m sorry, sweet liege, but when the devil-dogs arrive,
they will find only your aura in atoms & spores; your dissipating spoors drifting
over the fields. the retired Goblin King, Shepherd of Ghosts and All Gardenias.”

“SANS SOUCI!!!—you pawned me!
you ingenious, igneous pearl! you alchemy without peer or flaw; you young
blossoming enchantress, you pussycat—the vegan soucriant with impeccable
rapture. after 800 years i am finally pinched! congratulations, dear all-wise
champion-of-me, to you i tip my crown. your thaumaturgy is complete for i
am out cast and must now view Creation from The Balcony Of The Sun, my
secret ultimately revealed: Unoka; Unoka is my spirit name; wrap it, please,

in hematite and in suffusion add it to your coffers between—the carnelian &
lazuli. in full clement (without rue or worry) this King of Heathens is dead,
the prophecy true; may the spirits grant his proper heir a grand dominion and
a crescive acreage in the capitols of Heaven: Fayre Gabbro, henceforth, at ei-
ther dusk or dawn, my shadow-slang’s at your behest & haints alone for you,
for you, Fae Trickstress, are the new Guardian Of All Gourds!”
in many facets a faucet of tears befell
his golden vest, by now (on the surface)
a satchel of seeds, as the princess places,
in respect, her snap bean wand against his
chest—a burlap in decay & growing green. . . .

- ii -

Fayre Gabbro weeps
a river; Unoka’s name
& all his pollens—the tessera
for her gris-gris
to this day still.

February 16, 2026 at 4:15 PM

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Erin Dwyer aka Ginger Is A Construct

@erindwyer.bsky.social

I was thinking about this a lot last week when teaching about how David Walker had a bounty put on his head by enslavers for writing an anti-slavery pamphlet in 1830 that he sewed into the linings of jackets that sailors took to southern port cities. That’s how scared they were of powerful words.

panic mixie glean whorl @upfromsumdirt.bsky.social · 21h

can you imagine being in peril for simply having pen & paper found in your possession?

to have THE LAW deny you the liberty of placing a single letter onto even the smallest scrap of paper...

& we imagined this country as genteel & civilized.

jesus.

February 16, 2026 at 2:53 PM

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Raymond Gibson

@raymondgibson.bsky.social

@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social , www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKDy...

Tina Bell | The Woman Who Invented Grunge

YouTube video by A Grrrl's Two Sound Cents

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February 16, 2026 at 2:54 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

today's frivolous historical dispute:

the great wilkinson/davis household cream cheese war - in which one side doles out a measly teaspoon of cream cheese for breakfast bagel while the other side clamors for 2 tablespoon cream cheese representation.

February 16, 2026 at 3:01 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

barbara cartland is the subject author

we didnt carry much romance at our bookstore (handfuls of the very VERY latest if it came in used) but lexington already had a dedicated romance bookstore ‐ in fact all the local bookstores had their own niche & we limited our encroachment in each's territory

Indie Book Spotlight @bookspotlight.bsky.social · 2d

Crazy that I just found out about a woman from the 20th century who wrote hundreds of books and was one of the best selling authors in history - and I have never heard of a single one of her books until today - and I know of a LOT of books.

Rather interesting. (From an author perspective.)

February 16, 2026 at 2:34 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

i always return to my haunts: black folks in the american antebellum reading & writing against the intention of white supremacy. you think "the pen is mightier than the sword" for what it could write? simply holding one couldve got our heads split!

#alwaysrebel

Shobita Parthasarathy @shobitap.org · 1d

Can you think of examples where people use technologies differently from what the developers intended, whether unintentionally or as an act of resistance?

February 16, 2026 at 2:20 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

“The trouble is if you don’t spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.”

- Peter Shaffer, Five Finger Exercise: A Play

February 16, 2026 at 2:10 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

in 41 years & thousands of pages ive done internal rhymes & slant rhymes but never once completed a traditionally rhyming poem (& have only attempted to do so once, my very 1st poem - a horrible attempt at rapping), but would love to give it a try someday...

christina rossetti
A DIRGE

A Dirge

By Christina Rossetti

Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.

Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
You should have died at the apples’ dropping,
When the grasshopper comes to trouble,
And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,
And all winds go sighing
For sweet things dying.

February 16, 2026 at 12:55 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

please use alt text with your images

February 16, 2026 at 12:41 PM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

POV of a troll (you know who you are) as he over-values his "devasting" reply -

February 16, 2026 at 7:06 AM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

this is a metaphor for the internet.

February 16, 2026 at 6:49 AM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

this is a metaphor for the internet.

February 16, 2026 at 6:44 AM

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@upfromsumdirt.bsky.social

im just another Magical Negro Manic Pixie Dream Girl Angry Black Poet - your typical 21st century trope-trifecta.

February 16, 2026 at 6:25 AM

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Emma Osborne 🍉

@redscribe.bsky.social

Hell yes, my debut novella GRIEF EATER is now live on Barnes and Noble for pre-orders!

I would greatly appreciate any help in spreading the word. Thank you!

www.barnesandnoble.com/w/grief-eate...

@interstellarflight.bsky.social