#Joe Canning Poetry

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1807 – Birth of Sir Charles Edward Trevelyan, 1st Baronet, KCB, a British civil servant and Governor of Madras.

Trevelyan is referred to in the modern Irish folk song The Fields of Athenry about ‘An Gorta Mór’. For his actions, he is commonly considered one of the most detested figures in Irish history, along with the likes of Cromwell. Image | Charles Trevelyan accompanied by a poem written by Joe Canning SaveSave SaveSave

[gaps-between-stories]

i can’t let go when something’s broken 

it’s all i know and it’s all i want now

[electricalhuzzah]

I’m back with comments that don’t make sense but. Next time Billford fights I have a burning need for Mabel to introduce Bill to fun pop breakup music. Get that triangle singing Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter

THIS. THIS. FUCKING ACCURATE KEEP COOKING GORDON RAMSEY.

i think bill would be big on “get him back” by olivia rodrigo. he’d scream that shit from the roof of the mystery shack when hes going thru it w ford. the bridge is deeply applicable to him, but mabel with all her media literacy bites her tongue in regards to the fact that the verses are most DEFINITELY more applicable to ford.

mabel would be very up-to-date on all the pop singer breakups lore. she knows who broke up with who and all the reasons, with her own analytical nuanced takes on why specific celeb couples didn’t work out. it’s her fnaf lore, if you will. bill rolls his eyes at this, as he believes that artists these days just aren’t as tortured as they used to be. mabel chastises his (half joking) suggestion to rectify that.

[venntigramss]

You know who this reminds me of ?

👀

These two.

Because no matter how much or how hard they fight, when the doors of Sia La Luce close and the darkness of the night covers them from the rest of the world, Kaoru and Kojiro are each other's most prized treasure.

Kojiro will hold him sweetly while de-tangling the knots from his hair, softly carding his fingers through pink locks. Kaoru will lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat; thump, thump, thump. And for a moment, nothing else but them exist.

[lookninjas]

2534.

but honestly we have so much time for that orange fuck to do dumb shit in I want these last days to see a little dumbass shit from our side just for fun just for now

[callsign-bubbles]

Love the poem you just posted! It fits so well with so many hockey players, but especially with the Stars. What's the title? Who wrote it? Thanks!

op i spent like ten minutes giggling screaming throwing up over this ask because guess what. EYE wrote that. KJGFHSFGHJKFGH

anyways. it does not have a title at the moment! i wrote it in a moment of post-jpav-retirement clarity before immediately going back to sobbing freaky-style on my bed! as one does when a dilf dies (retires)

THANK YEW for the praise i legit jumped for joy (even though i have to come up with a title now thanks /sarcastic)

much love to you and yours, go stars, and #joepavelskiforpowerplaycoach2k25

[infinityshigh]

i cant believe it took me eighteen years to start listening to fob this band is fucking brilliant are you kidding me. the songs they put out twenty years ago still hit THE SAME grand theft autumn and saturday are timeless and i just had the most religious experience in my room listening to hold me like a grudge seven times in a row. are you kidding me. i love their music so much i need to eat it

[marlynnofmany]

Get you a man who.

12th century Yusuf, well educated, scholar and poet: *beautiful verses of romantic poetry extolling Nicolò’s virtues and yusuf’s love for him*

Nicolò whose sole literary basis of reference is the bible, panicking: your teeth are like sheep

Yusuf:

Yusuf: my teeth are what now

[flurmitcraff]

Cub should include a science lesson in all his episodes, really enjoyed his explanation of volcanic dykes.

[stairnaheireann]

‘Seven Days in May’ © Joe Canning 2019. All Rights Reserved.

‘Seven Days in May’© Joe Canning 2019. All Rights Reserved. The Stonebreakers’ yard is a cold and chilling place,Where brave men stood bar one to watch their final dawn.Where the sad whispering priest guided their souls to Paradise.Letters of despair, of farewell, of pride, of patriotism.Fond farewells, of weepings, of love, of “remember me”.Final kisses placed lovingly on final…

[ok-ak]

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[lookingforsomeoneto-foliadeux]

I do not think I have a pen that is worth finishing for but I'll try

I will try for all the other times I hadn't had the courage to

I will pour all of my rain flow into this soup that's not quite made of mind but neither of heart too

I will try to save this little kid even though I'm not sure if they ever drowned or not in the overflowing pond I left them

[in-the-multiverse]

HotGuy is the bravest, sharpest, most handsomest hero in all of Hermit City. That’s what he’d tell you, anyway. Nobody can agree on what HotGuy is. A hero to some, villain to others. There’s a universal agreement he’s a wanna-be show off of some kind. Him and that pesky bird…

Scar is determined to win over the citys’ hearts (and charitable diamonds) so who better to face off against than King Cleo? With his charming smile, trusty bow, and sidekick CuteGuy, nothing can go wrong!

Coming soon to a theater near you /j

(but these are screenshot style pieces for what I imagine an animated hotguy movie would look like. More ramblings about this au below)

[trailer] / 1

King Cleo would IMMEDIATELY put them in their place like a teacher lecturing the entire class on how they’ve been misbehaving. But that’s no fun right away, so why not let them learn their lesson? >:)

HotGuy and CuteGuy are an iconic duo in Hermit City. King Cleo and Entropy (Cub) are another iconic duo. Whether each team is heroic or villainous depends on who you ask. Even the city residents are split on opinions

Except Bdubs. He runs a podcast spilling conspiracy theories and dragging almost every “hero” name into the mud (his attitude is very inspired by J. Jonah Jameson from Spiderman). He believes they’re menaces and should stay out of the city’s local problems because 9/10 they somehow make it worse. He’s very critical of these 4 in particular, and it doesn’t help that they all like to personally mess with him for the fun of it

Far off in the city outskirts, a living folktale hides in the forest. An amalgamation of creatures that make up one giant monster, and coming across their path is…certainly an experience. They speak in poetry and think out loud, peering deep into the soul of their visitor with just a few words. Sightings are few and far in between, but each interaction is memorable- to say the least. Their name is Joe Hills. A very close friend to King Cleo (but nobody else knows that)

And! an explanation to HotGuy’s mobility aid

With the best high-tech, Scar’s wheelchair can reshape into a mechanical griffin with the press of a button. It lets him take to the sky and hotguy targets! Griffins also have conflicting symbolism, which reflects his persona

Good and Evil. Light and Dark. They’re said to be harbingers of chaos. Mischief certainly seems to follow HotGuy wherever he goes. Be wary of his smirk

They’re also said to be gentle protectors. He shows up to help citizens and tiny creatures alike. With a voice so soothing, any trouble they face is wiped off like nothing (or, ends up feeling a little easier to handle)

Griffins are one of the most remarkable creatures in mythology, their stories told and twisted through generations, but how does the griffin tell his own story?

[the-hushed-one]

Taylor didn't write 'the man' to do this the next year. I'm sure Joe must've actually contributed for getting this credit

Swifties are literally accusing Taylor of committing grammy fraud just so they can take a swipe at Joe

The first tweet has almost 7,000 likes. 7,000 swifties think Taylor is a liar and a fraudster.

7,000 swifties think that he didn’t actually do anything on those songs and Taylor just got him a grammy because he’s insecure

they don’t realise they are destroying Taylor’s credibility when they say this shit.

[the-girl-lost-in-fandoms]

one thing i hate about ttpd is how misleading it's been since the title was announced

'here's the title of my new album, it's gonna be all tortured poetry, emily dickinson, virginia woolf and dead poets society! basically folkore 2.0'... 'look at the album cover! it's a sexy sad girl album'... 'turns out it's an album about grief and all of my variants represent the stages!'... 'listen to my playlists! it's gonna be a joe alwyn bashing album and i never meant anything i wrote about him before'... 'turns out it's actually a cringy matty healy centered album'... 'i added ttpd to my tour so you can listen to fEmALe RaGe: tHe mUsiCaL live!'...

it's actually literally none of these things

[intergalacticsouvenirs]

From Romans to Rectums: Thoughts on the Naming Convention in Mad Max

I think it’s fascinating how that meme about how often men think about the roman empire is materialized in the mad max world in different forms, but especially in their bastardized-latin naming convention. In my mind, it appears that post apocalyptic warlords were aware that modern society looked up to the roman empire, but they didn’t quite understand how the romans influenced us exactly. Nevertheless, the warlords (or their history men) did have access to niche knowledge such as ancient roman military strategy, enough to inspire the imperator and praetorian warrior position names. It’s as if the first history men did not keep any pre modern history on their skins, so they had to reduce the entire roman empire into fragments of ideals (for oral tradition). Such fragments of ideals would combine in weird ways to inspire these war-men to write the most beautifully grotesque poems that are their names.

In a world where words have more power, names are more than just biographical micro-poems, they are multi-used as tools as well. They could be guns pointed to your face like “People Eater” and “Toe-Cutter”, a quality seal of approval on a product like “Capable” and “Splendid”, an aggressive dog warning sign like “Furiosa” and “Mad Max”, and even a prayer amulet as in “Corpus Colossus”.

As a trend among warlords, a wacky wrestling stage name is a must for a strong branding. After all, the ferocious marketing of late capitalism and show business did not die with the atomic bomb, but rather thrived, mutated, and embraced nature, believe it or not. Darwin’s nature, not you tree-huggers’ nature.

The names of the two capable immortan brothers Rictus Erectus and Scabrous Scrotus reveal the real underlying obsession of all men: the penis. The penis is the axis mundi around which all revolves in the (mad max) world. But more than just about sex, the penis cult is about finding strength and courage in a hypermasculine god to mentally survive in a hypermasculine hell. In this context, the names of Immortan Joe's sons take on a deeper significance. Firstly, Rictus Erectus translates to something like grin and erection, as if Immortan Joe had hopped for a future full of pleasures for his son. It is also a very verbal wish for an offspring who can physically stand up by himself and for himself. Unlike his disabled brother Corpus Colossus, who received a magnificent name meaning body like a giant greek god statue, in fruitless hopes that his imperfections would also grow away. Scabrous Scrotus more explicitly describes a unique physical attribute, namely some scabby nuts. Scrotus could very well be a nickname, which would parallel ancient romans who would choose a cognomen (nickname) to be known by, like Caligula meaning “little boot”, Oedipus (greek) meaning “swollen foot”, and Verrucosus meaning “warty”, for example. Better would be if Joe had named his son after his own beat-up ballsack, in which case this ode to biological reproduction against the environment would be very on brand. I bet Darwin is grinning wide, in his coffin.

It is interesting to note that most people in the recent mad max world appear to be illiterate and uncultured, so most don’t even understand the meaning of these stupid Latin names, but just that they sound as important as they say they are. That means these men who have access to nuance are really “dressing up” for each other, like an internal joke with the bois. Three brothers named to sound like roman emperors, to rule over all the erected men, by his mighty phallus.

It goes to show how colossal and monumental… the roman empire was, that it would outlast even the best of modernity. And its shadow would still loom over humans like the mysterious milky way in the night sky.

It’s a shame that Miller’s hyper-poetry is not that accessible.