#Blueprint Poetry

[blueprint-poetry]

rot and decay

Now you’ve got me right where you want me Cornered with my hands tied, Strapped to this chair without hope to get out alive Let’s rewind. Play it back through to everything You won’t take responsibility for. How you never stood where I stand Forced my bud to open up Promising such pretty assurances And when your empathetic nature played a little too pathetic You blamed it all on me

Here’s your cake, do you want to eat it too? Beware the rot and decay That’ll take your system by storm. Double fist it, seems you’ve got the stomach for it And while you’re gorging yourself on it Imma make my escape quick Cause the truth is, you need to look in the mirror Before you come back around here And blame me for it.

So now what? I second guess everything? How far back do I have to go? You cannot tell me you have raged Because you didn’t even first try trying And you can have all this nice little fingerprinted cake With a sugar-blame frosting And watch the cavities that are tripping your tongue And figure yourself out, Cause you just admitted you’ve been lying And you’re so afraid of being called a fake Cause that’s exactly what you’ve been. I’m sorry, a spade is a spade And only you can decide what you’ll be You’ve been making your decisions.

I told you before, only you can know What is in your heart Here’s your cake. You can eat it, too.

–blueprint poetry

[billherbert23]

(from The Iconostasis of Anxiety)

Certain images from this unusual iconostasis were removed at some point in history and have been lost for centuries - either that or they didn’t fit in the pamphlet, available now from Blueprint Poetry and so are being recycled here as part of an intrusive media push - you decide. This panel is depicts the somewhat unorthodox Patriarch, Ossian.

In the old days by Dunkeld and especially around Fortingall horses were born at dawn of the first rays and were so tiny that Grainne or Deirdre or some such wise wifie could catch them in nets and liquidise them for smoothies for Diarmid or Nechtan or merely Connor MacFungus of the Clan MacFungus but if you left them by noon they would grow hands or by hands and be as high as a shrub on Shetland but if you wanted to get anywhere you had to leave it till teatime for which we had powsowdie, poached salmon and nuts, whole hazelnuts, sou’s lugs, and sair heids, unless it was cloudy - wasn’t it always cloudy, asked Goethe - it was, maist drumlie, and those mournfu days gave birth tae pterosaurs, transparent during the hours of daylight and nae bigger than a coffee table, but jubilant as craws on the battlefield at dusk - and what if it rained, asked Ramírez, for I hear the climate ish that way inclined, then the horses wad turn to kelpies and many men were drownded from ferrying the streams on kelpies - unless they were selkies themselves said Borges, who knew a thing or two about the hielans and also the helados, that is true, answered the aged aged man, many’s the night I’ve lain on a rock happit in the sodden plaid of dulse wi a turf for a pillow tae evade the redcoats and listened tae the sang of them that were lassies on the land and worse things at sea that went hi gee up ma cuddie and gin you didna have a ride on a kelpie they would grow large as an auld tin kirk and at midnight they would brust and in the dawn there would only be a penny ride of Champion the Wonder Horse and that would need plugged intae the electric and if Pilate was here he would tell you himself, I’m sitting right here said Pilate

[annabelle--cane]

I would love to hear you talk about the overlooked history of vampire literature.....

the "vampires in gothic literature" episode of the podcast you're dead to me is the most comprehensive and accessible single look at the topic I've been able to find, but the thing that always annoys me the most in surveys of the history of vampire literature is that basically everyone forgets about all the poetry. there were a bunch of notable and popular english language poems featuring vampires before that famous lake geneva ghost story competition where byron spitballed the start of a vampire story that john polidori later expanded upon and published, and some of the big hitters include "thalaba the destroyer" (1801), "the vampyre" (1810), and "the giaour" (1813). also of note are "lenore" (1773) and "christabel" (1797), as even though neither explicitly contains vampires they both went on to be extremely influential on dracula and carmilla, respectively.

I believe there were also several notable early vampire poems in german, but my area of study is specifically british literature so that is a bit out of my wheelhouse, hence my focus on just english language stuff.

[separatist-apologist]

Wait babes for the time travel fic does arina go back with elain from our time or is she already there?? I assumed she was there already but now it sounds like she and elain are besties who traveled together? And are now wreaking havoc on the boys?

They go together!

“Prove you’re not a prostitute,” Eris said, clearly willing to provoke an angry woman. Lucien didn’t move, still curious as the blonde offered him a deceptively sweet smile.

“Come and see for yourself,” she offered. Lucien wouldn’t have dared—he knew an armed opponent when he saw one. Eris should have known better and yet he crossed the stone floor and reached out a hand, perhaps curious about the mass of blonde hair tangled around her face.

“Arina—” the brunette tried to stop her friend, but the woman bit Eris hard enough that Lucien saw the blood before he heard Eris’s furious curse.

With bloody lips, the blonde looked up at him and said, “Biting is bad for business.”

Eris turned to look at Lucien, mouth agape.

“This whole thing is merely a misunderstanding,” the brunette told him. “If you let us go—”

“Where would I release you to? A husband? Father?” Lucien questioned.

Both women exchanged a glance. “I…”

Liars, the pair of them.

[iridescentis]

having a conversation with my friends about dating just reminds me how i desperately need demi/aroace/lesbian friends bc wtf is this shit😭

looking at me like im the crazy one bc i don't want to approach an aesthetically pleasing girl to ask her out and instead want to form a devastatingly co-dependant and ambiguous relationship with her under the guise of being best friends like no you're the weird ones

[trickstersaint]

asexuality // september 2022

[at0mbehaiku]

Driving with one song

Playing over and over

And it's No Surprise

[lokidotir]

Part 3/5

Purple for when you are alone

How doubts creep in through silent home

Emotion is false and feeling is hard

So you turn to the page and become a bard

[rizka-san]

Can't this man keep taking over lands? Better yet, get historical, call me Genghis Khan. Running on nothing but total domination. Here's something to digest, food-for-thought? One too many people around me act falsehoods. Guard your poise, gaudiness exploits your boys. No voice to these toys, go pick another choice. But even after calling your bluff, it's all good right? Shine the lights in your dark club rooms. Aren't most of you Muslims, headed into those rinks. Flooded with ice, blood is mixed with life, obviously. I'm drawing the lines, I just refuse to head in raw and behind. Fuse your music with your outfits, overbearing and cliché. These days their hands are open to grab anything, cash pays. These stashes says a lot about how they got their position. Submissions of souls, admission fees, need your whole family too. It's no longer a domination, it's a complete overhaul of the land. Until the bell tolls, my hands balled into a fist, kiss the rings. Sing this then, The Old Get Older While The Young Get Stronger. The dumb last longer, the gold gets folded in boxes, for what? Knowledge is hard to come by, that's why I packaged it in message. If you can't read, then you'd hear, if you can't hear, you'd feel it then. Vibrations sends dangerous signs, proceed with precautious minds. I love this time, when those old ones can't rap like they used to. Call me ruthless, but I used this moment to hold them hostage. I applaud each man, their gauzy pens don't mean nothing. I've been headbutting since adolescence, from Kid to Billy. Represent your states, I represent my state of mind, ask Nas. Act blessed and heaven-sent, when you sent yourself to the game. When I rap, press your pens and study it, I'm bringing the game. Nothing's pre-determined here, all of it on the spot, shoot the game. This is for past and current ones, the future ones, you get half a bar.

Rizka’s Mongolian Domination

[pattytacuri]

poetry: confession

I wrote this poem in December of 2023. just a girl enjoying her sandwich I listen to the universe without a hint of defianceI listen carefully and with intentionto understand my next blessingand the message is, continue to be vulnerablewith the worldyou’re leaving a blueprint for the next onekeep leaning into your craziest and most authentic selfthere’s someone somewhere who’s paying…

[blueprint-poetry]

intrusion

Been feeling sucked dry lately with nothing being poured back into me. And I am standing in this arena where I invited them in feeling like they all abandoned me.

The funny thing about being alive is that it’s never convenient. And if you think there’s someone out there that’s never difficult to love, you’ve got another think coming.

And I cannot keep giving out, open, exposed, and freely, when you refuse to share yourself with me. I cannot give out what I am not given, emulate what is never personified, pretend for all eternity I know what this even means.

Cause if you love me, you’re going to have to change and I will change along with you, ready and willing where it is not comfortable.

Because love is intrusive and consuming and has no room for hidden places, for it is a light that exposes every vestige and demands we give it freedom to traverse where it pleases and see our unmasked faces where our truest truths and deepest depths exist.

—blueprint poetry

[the-river-dreamer]

oh dang, you right. it ain't straight but it's for sure linear.

[dachmanarts]

Earth's Blueprint beckons,

Visions of a planet's soul,

Thoughts and talks ignite.

"Earth's Blueprint, An Architectural Vision" invites you to explore a visionary planetary design crafted to ignite thought and spark engaging conversations. Link in bio.

[ralph-with-coffee]

Blueprint

measure twice, cut once.I should have followed the advice.what is it then,that pulled me to jump head-firstinto this unknown?when I came out at the end of the finish line,all I see is a foot steps of a blind mannot seeing the obvious path.yet, I would tell myself,learning from the past broadens our horizon,but it’s the courage to venture into the unknownthat demands beyond the wise man’s two…

[ckret2]

A leaked list of some of the exciting upcoming content from The Book of Bill:

The pyramids of Giza ranked from most to least sexy.

Winning lottery numbers. He does not say which game they're for.

Three pages of Bill practicing blackletter calligraphy so that he can write the fancy-looking "The Book of Bill" on the cover. (Meant to tear those pages out before submitting book to publisher.)

A section where he implies that all your headcanons about him are stupid. Yes, your headcanons specifically. If you compare your copy of the book to a friend's, these sections will have different text. He insults all headcanons equally, even the ones that contradict each other.

A long, rambling story about a funny thing that he saw at a party in the Nightmare Realm, but he keeps getting distracted gossiping about the embarrassing love affairs and crimes against reality the partygoers have committed. Not a single one of these characters has ever been mentioned before or ever will be again. He gets so distracted he never finishes the original funny story. He was clearly drunk when he wrote this section.

A pet care sheet on how to keep a pet axolotl. All of the information is extremely wrong.

Some of the other dimensions he's tried and failed to conquer. He keeps insisting that all the failures were somebody else's fault. It's extremely obvious that they're his fault.

A photograph of a vivisected elephant, for some reason.

A phone number written on a cocktail napkin that Bill insists would be really funny for all the readers to prank call. It leads to the desk phone of the director of the CIA. 

Bill claims he definitely totally knew that Stan was disguised as Ford the whole time, he only played along to trick the Pines back, and then he quickly changes the topic.

A page of Bill's original poetry. It's all unintelligible symbols. It will take 27 years for somebody to crack the code. They're all gory but juvenile limericks.

A cocktail recipe. It will kill you.

Bill's original version of the portal blueprints that he copied to give Ford, with Bill's handwritten annotations. One part of the blueprints is labeled "component that will accidentally destroy the universe. REMEMBER NOT TO INCLUDE THIS COMPONENT IN SIXER'S COPY!!" He underlined this twice. If this page is compared to the portal blueprints in Journal 3, it's clear that Bill included that component in Ford's copy.

A personality quiz to help you meet your ideal sleep paralysis demon.

Bill's baby pictures. He looks exactly the same, except his bow tie and top hat are too big.

Bill reveals that he thought the llama symbol on the zodiac wheel referred to that farmer guy on the edge of town, and he was super confused to see Pacifica there.

Multiple pages scattered through the book about Bill's amazing powers, his brilliant and fun plans for our dimension, and all the cool favors he's willing and able to do for his friends and followers. All these pages end with a passive-aggressive aside about how somebody would have to be REALLY stupid to turn down an invitation to join Bill's crew, Stanford Pines—

A page labeled "My loyal servants and slaves!" filled with several hideous, oozing, nightmare-inducing Lovecraftian monsters, and one Mickey Mouse.

A self-portrait depicting Bill riding a rocket ship playing an electric guitar while rainbow lightning flashes all around him and money rains down from the sky.

A cynical, sneering tirade about how love is evolution's idiotic way of tricking primitive species into reproducing and how only simple-minded mortals who can't separate their true thoughts from their hormones fall for it. In the margins he's drawn a heart around the words "Bill Cipher +" a scribbled-out blot. The blot is completely unreadable. Despite this, the fandom will spend years debating the name underneath based on the size of the blot.

Extremely stupid "explanations" about various unsolved mysteries and crimes. In six years the world will discover one of them is accidentally correct and Alex Hirsch will get investigated by the FBI.

The book will be divided into four sections. Each section will begin with a big illuminated letter. In order, the four illuminated letters spell "F" "U" "C" "K".

[trans-elrond]

why you, yes you, should read the Queen's Thief books

for #WinASignedSetofTheQueensThief2024, I am here to gently yet persuasively yell at you about why you should read the Queen's Thief books, in a helpfully numbered list (no spoilers, only vibes):

I like unreliable narrators. You like unreliable narrators. You know who the most unreliable narrator is? This scrunkly little guy, blorbo of all time, Eugenides (Gen). You're gonna fall in love with him. You're gonna want to throttle him. It's okay, it happens to us all. (official character art by Emily B. Martin isn't it gorgeous!!!)

Tumblrinas far and wide are known for our love of ancient Greek and Greek-inspired fantasylands. What if I told you that we could have it all (coastal Greek-esque kingdoms, political intrigue, The Gods Are Getting Involved) PLUS there are, occasionally, guns. Yes you heard that right. It's great. Come for the fantasy, stay for the Fantasy Guns(tm).

I could wax poetic about the female lead, Attolia Irene, for approximately 25 years without drawing breath, but suffice it to say she is THEE fantasy queen of all time. Her arc is incredible. I want to be her. I'm scared of her. I adore her. PLEASE read these books so you can also fall head over heels for her.

DYNAMICS!!!!!!!! we have ALL OF THEM. kings and queens and vassals and loyal advisors and scheming diplomats and brave soldiers and anxious scribes and we toss them into a blender and see what happens and who lands where. it is delicious.

Did I mention The Gods Are Getting Involved? the way these books weave the political reality & the godly, mythical, numinous aspects takes my breath away. Truly the blueprint.

Twists and turns that fly by like a rollercoaster. Truly, no one is doing the Plot Twist like MWT. You start out on these books and you think you know where they're going. yOU DO NOT. And you will be delighted every time.

Incredible prose, with occasional excerpts of poetry and song and myth that provide SUCH fertile ground for lore and worldbuilding and delicious, delicious Character Parallels. If you've ever been into classical reception even a smidge, you will rejoice at the plentiful references.

Bro's Road Trip of All Time (book 5) will knock your socks off. If you ever read Eagle of the Ninth, it's kind of like that, but got me even more good. deeply moving, I am never getting over them, (wails to the sky) I just want to be able to read this book for the first time again so YOU SHOULD TAKE THE CHANCE WHILE YOU HAVE IT

anyway, what are you waiting for, go read queen's thief, you will surely not regret it, what are you talking about these books ripped my heart out ha ha ha ha but i mean in a good & fun way okay enjoy!!!!!!!!