The Lunch Thread

[pbvogel2]

Thanks for sharing your review—Ctasy is definitely a wild reef of a book, and your write-up captures its churn beautifully. Where Ctasy revels in metabolic chaos—language as predation, as half-digested text-matter swirling in a tidepool of references—I’d argue pabulite poetics is in many ways the volatile twin of trilopoetics. Pabulite poetics is flux: urgency, crisis, voices gnawed down to bone. It mirrors our ecological now with its slurred overload and refusal of linear digestion. Powerful, yes—but for us trilobiters, there’s something to be said for what gets preserved after the storm. Where pabulite poetics dissolves identity into collective slurry, trilopoetics looks at the imprint left behind: the trace, the echo, the durable articulation of thought across deep time. It’s what happens when the digested language hardens, quiets, and takes shape. Maybe that’s the interplay we need: pabulite poetics burns through the now, devouring language in a frenzy of adaptive mutation. But trilopoetics reminds us that not everything must be metabolized. Some structures—some phrases, some forms—endure. They get buried, compressed, and still manage to speak.