#barbara ras

[anthropoetics]

[havingapoemwithyou]

you can’t have it all by Barbara Ras

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

YOU CAN’T HAVE IT ALL

But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands

gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger

on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back.

You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look

of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite

every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,

you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,

though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam

that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys

until you realize foam’s twin is blood.

You can have the skin at the center between a man’s legs,

so solid, so doll-like. You can have the life of the mind,

glowing occasionally in priestly vestments, never admitting pettiness,

never stooping to bribe the sullen guard who’ll tell you

all roads narrow at the border.

You can speak a foreign language, sometimes,

and it can mean something. You can visit the marker on the grave

where your father wept openly. You can’t bring back the dead,

but you can have the words forgive and forget hold hands

as if they meant to spend a lifetime together. And you can be grateful

for makeup, the way it kisses your face, half spice, half amnesia, grateful

for Mozart, his many notes racing one another towards joy, for towels

sucking up the drops on your clean skin, and for deeper thirsts,

for passion fruit, for saliva. You can have the dream,

the dream of Egypt, the horses of Egypt and you riding in the hot sand.

You can have your grandfather sitting on the side of your bed,

at least for a while, you can have clouds and letters, the leaping

of distances, and Indian food with yellow sauce like sunrise.

You can’t count on grace to pick you out of a crowd

but here is your friend to teach you how to high jump,

how to throw yourself over the bar, backwards,

until you learn about love, about sweet surrender,

and here are periwinkles, buses that kneel, farms in the mind

as real as Africa. And when adulthood fails you,

you can still summon the memory of the black swan on the pond

of your childhood, the rye bread with peanut butter and bananas

your grandmother gave you while the rest of the family slept.

There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother’s,

it will always whisper, you can’t have it all,

but there is this.

Barbara Ras, Bite Every Sorrow, 1998

[hehether]

DUDUDUU DUDU STEVE

[elleshellsbellspoetry]

You Can’t Have It All

But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands

gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger

on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back.

You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look

of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite

every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,

you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,

though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam

that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys

until you realize foam’s twin is blood.

You can have the skin at the center between a man’s legs,

so solid, so doll-like. You can have the life of the mind,

glowing occasionally in priestly vestments, never admitting pettiness,

never stooping to bribe the sullen guard who’ll tell you

all roads narrow at the border.

You can speak a foreign language, sometimes,

and it can mean something. You can visit the marker on the grave

where your father wept openly. You can’t bring back the dead,

but you can have the words forgive and forget hold hands

as if they meant to spend a lifetime together. And you can be grateful

for makeup, the way it kisses your face, half spice, half amnesia, grateful

for Mozart, his many notes racing one another towards joy, for towels

sucking up the drops on your clean skin, and for deeper thirsts,

for passion fruit, for saliva. You can have the dream,

the dream of Egypt, the horses of Egypt and you riding in the hot sand.

You can have your grandfather sitting on the side of your bed,

at least for a while, you can have clouds and letters, the leaping

of distances, and Indian food with yellow sauce like sunrise.

You can’t count on grace to pick you out of a crowd

but here is your friend to teach you how to high jump,

how to throw yourself over the bar, backwards,

until you learn about love, about sweet surrender,

and here are periwinkles, buses that kneel, farms in the mind

as real as Africa. And when adulthood fails you,

you can still summon the memory of the black swan on the pond

of your childhood, the rye bread with peanut butter and bananas

your grandmother gave you while the rest of the family slept.

There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother’s,

it will always whisper, you can’t have it all,

but there is this.

-Barbara Ras

[incorrectbatfam]

How does each family member find out about Jason's all-blades?

Jason: *slicing bread*

Damian: Todd, what is that?

Jason: A sandwich.

———————

Selina: *opens the dishwasher*

Selina: Whoever left their wet sword in here, it's dripping all over the dry dishes.

———————

Dick: Thanks for coming. I told my landlord that my lock was busted but he still wouldn't fix it. I've been out here for half an hour.

Jason: Yeah yeah, just quit yapping.

———————

[at a restaurant]

Steph: *drops her knife*

Jason: *offers her a blade*

Steph: Thanks.

———————

Alfred: Master Jason, what is this?

Jason: A sword.

Alfred: Well next time, take it out of your costume before you put it in the laundry.

———————

Kate: I found this rusted metal box in my storage. Wonder what's inside.

Jason: Allow me.

———————

Cass and Jason: *hanging out*

Jason: *sees a bug*

Jason: *swats it with the blades*

———————

Tim: Can I borrow your shower?

Jason: Whatever. Just so you know, the towel rack broke so I replaced it with something else.

———————

Harper: I need a chisel.

Jason: *hands her the blades*

Harper: Eh, close enough.

———————

Duke: My King Arthur cosplay is almost done. I just need the right sword.

Jason: I got you.

———————

Barbara: When you leave, can you prop the door open to let some air in?

Jason: Sure.

———————

Bruce: This is my second son, Jason. Jason, this is... *grits teeth* Margie.

The All-Blades: *automatically summons in the presence of evil.

———————

Ra's: You may have the All-Blades, but I have the ultimate upper hand.

Jason: Hold up, I have WHAT?!?

[mjlvsjt]

Diseños de The Boy Wonder

[brucewaynehater101]

AU - Ra's al Ghul being a grandfather to all of the Wayne kids

During their ongoing petty battles, Tim makes the mistake of calling Ra's "grandpa" as an insult. He meant it as a term to call the man old.

Ra's did not take it this way.

After being called "grandpa" by his rival/desired heir (pt. 3), he starts to wonder if all of Bruce's kids consider him to be their grandfather (they do not).

Cue Ra's al Ghul picking up grandparent guidebooks and trying to implement the advice. Because he's so out of touch with reality and society (he's a 600 year old assassin cult leader), he doesn't implement them correctly.

His go to method for hangouts with any of the Wayne kids is kidnapping. They don't know he's just trying to spend time with them. There's a ton of miscommunication.

Ra's quickly learns that if he has grandfather-grandchild time with Damian by himself, the Waynes.... overreact (they're not overreacting. They think Ra's is kidnapping Damian for some nefarious plot). Ra's then starts kidnapping Damian with one of his siblings for group hangouts.

He also will have grandfather-grandchildren days when Talia visits Bruce. He wants them to be able to spend time without the kids interrupting (even if the kids are in another country from Bruce, Ra's still kidnap them. Talia is also going to Bruce to beat him up for Damian instead of a date. Ra's thinks it's just their relationship dynamic).

The old man also spends a lot of time debating what makes someone a Wayne kid. Bruce's adoption habit makes this needlessly more difficult. He eventually lands on only considering those Damian claims as his siblings as his grandchildren.

It gets to the point that Ra's al Ghul even starts lecturing Bruce when he's being an ass to the grandkids.

How Ra's spoils his grandkids:

Damian - Ra's sets up a bunch of animal sanctuaries around the world. He takes the kid to all of them and seriously implements all of his ideas. He also sends him expensive, rare art supplies that can double as weapons (Damian thought the paints doubling as poison were fun to use).

Jason - The Outlaws get access to a bunch of weapons and gear. He also occasionally provides assistance or information.

Tim - Ra's doesn't do anything different. They already "hang out" a ton when Tim is in a petty and vindictive mood (Tim tries to fuck up Ra's day and the ancient bastard sees it as a bonding activity).

Cass - Ra's, after seeing that Cass sometimes experiences issues communicating with civilians, starts funding organizations that increase accessibility. He also attends every single recital she has.

Duke - Ra's provides access to his research material so that Duke might be able to find a way to help his parents. He also buys him really expensive glasses and blackout curtains to help with his migraines

Steph - The old man will gift wrap people who were shitty to Steph so that she can beat them up or get revenge. Her many hobbies (gaming, gymnastics, music, etc.) get funded as well.

Dick - Ra's either kidnaps Dick with a sibling he hasn't seen for a bit (allowing Dick to have quality time), or he'll enforce self care days for the acrobat.

Barbara - She is helped by the same organizations that help Cass, but Ra's usually just provides her with information the Birds of Prey can use.

[danielfs5]

7-31

[sweetmeatdale]

A couple of proud cat owners and their grumpy kitties commissioned from @urmominbike

[garpen]

Gotham Tarot Cards

Will be linking explanations as I make them.

The Fool: Harley Quinn

The Magician: Duke Thomas

The High Priestess: Barbara Gordon. 

The Empress: Poison Ivy

The Emperor: Bruce Wayne

The Hierophant: Lucius Fox

The Lovers: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn

The Chariot: Damian  Wayne

Strength: Cassandra Cain

The Hermit: Alfred Pennyworth

The Wheel of Fortune: Gotham City

Justice: Jim Gordon

The Hanged Man: Jason Todd 

Death: Jason Todd

Temperance: Barbara Gordon

The Devil: Ra’s Al Ghul

The Tower: Bane re: Knightfall

The Star: Dick Grayson

The Moon: Scarecrow and Arkham Asylum 

The Sun: Duke Thomas

Judgement: Harvey Dent

The World: The Batfamily

Stephanie Brown: Six of Swords, Page of Wands, and The Two of Pentacles (was a contender for the Fool and the Star cards, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

Tim Drake:  Two of Pentacles, Page of Swords, and Seven of Wands. (Was considered for The Magician, The Fool, and the Hierophant cards, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

Kate Kane: Queen of Swords, Queen of Wands, and Nine of Wands (Was a contender for the strength and high priestess card, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

Luke Fox: Page of Pentacles, Knight of Swords, and Ten of Wands (was considered for the emperor, and the chariot cards, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

I do plan to eventually get to the explanations of the minor arcana as well. Though it’s slow coming, as I debate the characters, do some research on them, and deep dive into the meanings of the cards. 

[oocdc-tweets]

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[damianwaynesutilitybelt]

This panel from batman and robin 2023 #13

That's it

That's rhe post I am very emotional

[wwprice1]

Beautiful page from Batman and Robin #13.

[hehether]

Child custody war on Christmas day: Waynes vs Al Ghul

[momachan]

"Is it okay that I want to change how we impact the world? -I expected nothing less."

The Boy Wonder (2024) #5.