Thomas McAuley

@wakapoet.bsky.social

A stormy night at a hut in the mountains.

真柴たく篠の庵の夕煙いとどかすかにふく嵐かな

Brushwood kindled
In a hut of bamboo thatch
Smoke arising in the evening,
Become faint, indeed, in
The gusting storm!

Shunzei-kyō no musume-shū 3

Indigo

@starshinedub.bsky.social

She is as if a woman were the moon. Pale, scarred, mesmerizing. Emitting a clear, gentle radiance in the darkness, but forever slipping further away.

she is like a kindled flame, ice cold then blistering.

again and again i reach out but she burns. every flinching touch marks failure;

Gal Sapir

@sapir.bsky.social

you know how they (Plutarch) say "the mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled"?
i feel like it describes working with modern llm/harness combos very well