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Whenever I come back here and see new people have liked my poems, I feel good that i left my page up!

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Been becoming very obsessed with the idea of implication vs. guilt in art, as the former seems vastly more useful than the latter; it seems more likely to ask the question “where am I in this, and where are you; what have I done and what am I still doing” as opposed to making the statement “my feelings of guilt make me moral, and therefore no longer responsible.” Also the poet is always implicated because the poet is writing a poem, it is an act of performance and creation and there is power inside of that even though know one wants to admit it. I’ve been reading a lot of poems and am obsessed with that little thread of ugliness that runs through them, the idea of implication and confession and audience. This also fascinates me because it’s such an easy line to cross, it’s easy to become like an emotional GG Allin, throwing blood and shit at your audience for no reason, but convinced you are doing something special. I feel like there are a lot of writers that are lauded for writing ugly things in an ugly way. This has always happened. Lately it’s gotten weirdly wrapped up in feminism because of a certain understanding of respectability politics that has been adopted by mostly white women and mostly white women writers, with no subsequent understanding or self reflection of the power at the center of the ugliness that they attempt to weaponize. Men do this too of course, though they aren’t being lauded for it as much anymore. In my personal opinion a lot of this writing is vacuous and bad, there’s nothing in the center because it’s nastiness is all it needs in order to succeed. It’s ugliness is taken as a profound and political statement in and of itself and so it doesn’t need to do any more work. It’s all ugliness with nowhere to go, no implication or indictment, that’s why it seems so self-indulgent, because there’s nothing you can do with it. It’s just a dead-end. But when its done well…

1. Linda Gregg

2. Danez Smith

3. Keetjie Kuipers

4. Dianne Seuss

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lost tapes, 1963

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1 and 1,000 Many years for us to love But we are human

mmk, if we were vampires

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Getting to know you An opportunity cost The free moment passed

mmk, fear of emotions

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Sexual tension is so hot. Two people trying to make each other desperate with so much teasing and things left unsaid, until one of them can’t take it anymore and pushes the other against the wall and fucks them hard while telling them how long they’ve waited for it

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Sun coming up through fog yesterday.

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every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver:  “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again

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The Annunciation, Arthur Hacker, 1892 (details)

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Cinderella, 1922, Lotte Reiniger

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Axel Vervoordt gallery

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Photographer Theo Gosselin

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Tetrahedral Planetoid 1954

M.C. Escher

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Who leads us to nightmares

printz

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Série Printemps Vert ( Green Spring Series) - Monique Orsini (b. 1937) acrylic on canvas  |  source: