I feel for you. Hope it wasn’t a decent dram 🥃
I feel for you. Hope it wasn’t a decent dram 🥃
If a cat were Batman it would be Uni 😼🦇
PARA-MATERIALISM ETCHINGS in corrosion, the figure— ground dissolving thinned to a film. what remains is part frequency, part resonant trace, ghost-script of never-quite redrawn
Staging Poetry
When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg. Guillaume Apollinaire
Budget airlines colour schemes are bright like that to warn you - the same way as poisonous animals, frogs, snakes and traffic wardens.
Eyes mirror the world. Poetry mirrors and transforms. Mere mirrors repeat what has been seen.
Checking human technology is working properly. Important cat business 😸
iris self-copies scan by scan by scan forgetting not to open
the laden vine and the kiss of sweet summers so long ago time now to harvest memories and drink to loves long gone #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
know it's not Glasgow, but I love this knitted postbox topper I came across in the village of Failford in Ayrshire yesterday. #postboxtopper #ayrshire #streetart #yarnbombing #tractor #fieldmouse #postbox #failford
Holy isle from Lamlash pier
at its heart even the sweetest peach has a stone #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
If a poem wore a veneer of gold masking fluid it would be saving space it would be an artifact of resistance
Three Decaying Wasp Nests
Trying Substack again. Sedserio—if you are there give me a follow and I’ll follow back.
Thoroughly enjoyed your show in Birmingham earlier this year
Edinburgh! A Passion for Passion at Underbelly, Bristo Square! It's a show about writing a book about romance. If you love romance novels or if you have no idea how anyone could, this is for you. 11 - 25 Aug | 18:50 🎟️ https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/alice-fraser-a-passion-for-passion
Like chicken in a basket but better 😻
Banana drama 🍌🎭
Arran from Barassie
red kite overhead rising on the soft breeze gliding over trees riding on life's thermals twisting with fate's fortune #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
The Tarnishing a stillrecognizabletechnician’smetal point Vanishing a study in ways of leavingnothing behind space and touch look what it’s done so far
Glen Scotia's new 12yo, 46% ABV, natural colour, NCF. Thick and oily, loads of salinity, not much peat, if any, tropical fruit, brown sugar, lots of spice.
Or one snazzy shoe 👞
Empty space must be occupied 😺
Just the laces please 😻
Claimed 😸
“If a poem is picturing space, it must itinerant— past its own frame.”
🎪 The mayhem begins! Celebrate with us! Doors open at 10am at George IV Bridge (Edinburgh) and Kelvin Hall (Glasgow). Be among the first 500 at each site to get your special edition centenary comic, created by Beano! #NLS100 #Beano
Snoopy snacks !
Spaciousness with breathing room my uncertainty dissolves #glitchPoem
My latest Glitch aesthetic Forensic Visual Poetry, is inspired by this 5 page manifesto. Page 1)
We Were Never Meant to Be Legible past the thresholds of the machine, our survival: an unindexed rarity rarity rarely replays #GlitchPoetry #forensicPoetics
this is an image of when one of us was about to say, —then language dissolved into a million unreadable vocations ode to the luxury of loss to the glitch that speaks through my phone and the apps that thought they knew how to love me embedded in the other poem #forensicPoetics
Like most memories, I am out of sync. ✨ #glitchpoetry #memoryfilm
a still motion will fight for its life even silence has frame rates #glitchpoetry #poemfilm
Forensic Herbarium erodes into my petalform the blooming edges of glitch
red leaves, readymade forgotten words catch fire before they can fall #dailyhaikuprompt
Race Track Day we race the lines through our minds gallopgallopgallop the image—faster— blurs past one slips in, unknowingly —a line break— the final gate: to the glue factory it goes in the stable: a mouse rests near the sticky trap
The Tiled (contained) Pond breaking in patterned quiet the pond is tiled to contain what won’t come out and still— something always tries to ripple through the cracks in the grout remember that #forensicPoetry
I think Alf was in an 80’s band.
Looks like a drinking problem
Finding Fibonacci & Bloom spirit & (rosemary) parsed fragments fail // bloom error poetics: we [unrendered] (ghostlike) botanicals covering #forensicPoetry
Forensic Poetry is the experimental language of now. It won’t seek beauty—it documents rupture. Not just glitch, but trace. Not confession, but compression. Poetry of residue, marks, filings. What remains when meaning is handled as evidence. #forensicPoetry #experimentalpoetics #languageasmaterial
Where’s my chicken 😼
My Archive / FP-001-HALFTONE Site: Unconfirmed Medium: Erasure + Image Debris Recovered by: WHAT EVER REMAINS
Uni wants to meet his penguin relatives 🐧
Would make for a spectacular interpretative dance 💃
Good pigeon and crow defence 👌
If you're around Glasgow this Saturday, I'll have a stall at the Byres Road Market in Hillhead Library (11am until 4pm). I'll have copies of Glasgow Uncovered for sale as well as a range of greetings cards and prints featuring some of my photos of Glasgow's architecture. #glasgow #architecture
Rose Transcripts never printed out out out dear bud a lovely thing received flowers, methinks
A real double act there.
Portrait of Berta I reprocess memory as heat, error, and survival.
He needs those chicken fighting feet sharp 😼
“Words are the clothes thoughts wear.” Beckett
this parched land soaking up every last drop of our sweat and tears #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
“If it doesn’t sell, it isn’t a poem.” I left it with the frozen foods at the Safeway— she was reading the label on a sugar-free cookie like it meant something.
“If it’s quiet, it isn’t a poem.” I wrote it in the dark with stolen ink— then hid it in the mouth of a poet who swore never to speak.
“If it doesn’t sell, it isn’t a poem.” If gold must weigh the meter of my line, Then let the banker’s hand be deemed divine.
“If it doesn’t sell, it isn’t a poem.” Wind moves the curtain billows, a straight tree bends on the windowsill.
Hello! It's no doubt partly due to my spectacularly poor marketing skillz, but sales of prints have been pretty woeful of late. So if you are after a gloomy antidote to all this pesky fine weather and sunshine etc, do have a gander. Reposts also much appreciated. sarahcoomershop.etsy.com
“If it doesn’t sell, it isn’t a poem.” house for sale light fractures tree leans no buyer
“If it doesn’t sell, it isn’t a poem.” Understood. Sentiment implied. Melancholy now trending at 87%.
The news is out!
1) He never stood still. Constantly changed styles, mediums, and philosophies. For Picasso, evolution was the work itself. I have no style!! Do you have a style? Hopefully not.
Dare I discuss Picasso next? Towering force of 20th-century art. Innovator. Opportunist. Prodigy. Misogynist. Mythmaker. What we think of him depends on the lens we choose. Dare I?
And so: Yes, the Collapse of Legitimacy is unfolding in real time. Not with fireworks or declarations, but through silence, omissions, and systems that no longer bother to lie convincingly. antidote: Radical Transparency.
on my path stepping over fallen cherries and their wasps #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
childhood plum dreams sticky fingered hands climbing towards the sky #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
by the shore cool drizzle on a warm sea lightning horizon #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
Sylvia Plath’s Latent Space Poem (after “Tulips”) The tulips were too red. It Tulips a latent her-barium poem, arts itself out of the room— where nothing grows unless everything arranges.
across the valley a rising summer moon and still cicadas #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #senryu #tanka
Uni is a real life emoji 😺
Under the bed where the cats hide
Sue Noodle sees you as the basement rescue fairy 🧚
Much more wholesome.
I’m not researching AI. I’m researching our inability to see machines without seeing ourselves. Language looks like mind. Coherence looks like intention. Emotion looks like feeling. It isn’t. It’s a system. Projection = Anthropomorphism.
That’s incase Juliet falls out of the tree. Looks like a rehearsal space for the Royal Shakespeare company to me 🤔
I spy with my little eye something beginning with C………🐔
Best chicken catching outfit 🐔
Less chicken than expected face 😼
I was thinking soup based party. Soup cocktails, soup shots, bring your own breaded accompaniments.
When life gives you soup….
Over 7,000 people have asked Google and Apple to stop putting profit before children's safety. Will you join them? goodlawproject.org/petition/tim...
a cloud passing over— starving flowers missed #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku
The entire world needs to help stop this. Because much of this is not a new playbook.
