#franny choi

[orpheuslament]

Franny Choi, Waste

[choysum]

[havingapoemwithyou]

introduction to quantum theory by Franny Choi

[vivacissimx]

🗡 Viserra, Alysanne, and Baelon Targaryen 🗡

fire & blood / franny choi, soft science / elisabeth le brun, julie le brun looking in a mirror (1787) / fire & blood / kim addonizio, queen of the game / marie laurencin, jeune filles et fleurs (1950) (with details) / milan kundera, the unbearable lightness of being (1984) / commissioned art of viserra and baelon by @chillyravenart / fire & blood / le mains négatives (1979) dir. marguerite duras / leo tolstoy, war and peace / mel ferrer as prince andrey bolkonsky in war and peace (1956) / ava gardner photographed posing before a mirror / richard siken, litany in which certain things are crossed out / laura makabrescu interspersed with a fire & blood snippet / the swanee review: thesmophoria by melissa fabos, interspersed with a fire & blood snippet / david thauberger, prairie thunder (2020) / fire & blood / virginia woolf, a writer's diary / peter paul rubens, deborah kip and her children (1630) / c.w. gluck's opera orfeo et eurydice / niki de saint phalle, altar of women (1964) / jon ware's 'i am in eskew' podcast

[sunsetcurveauto]

Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot

eurydice, sarah ruhl // francis forever, mitski // hamlet, william shakespeare // the worm king's lullaby, richard siken // i swear somewhere this works, trista mateer // walking home, marie howe // amy & roger's epic detour, morgan matson // the epic of gilgamesh // from june to december - summer villanelle, wendy cope // eurydice, sarah ruhl

outhouse, rachel mckibbens // hamlet, william shakespeare // the great believers, rebecca makkai // a little life, hanya yanagihara // introduction to quantum theory, franny choi // concerning the book that is the body of the beloved, gregory orr // the song of achilles, madeline miller // i swear somewhere this works, trista mateer // les miserables, victor hugo // eurydice, sarah ruhl

the epic of gilgamesh // eurydice, sarah ruhl // in the name of love, katie maria // the great believers, rebecca makkai // i swear somewhere this works, trista mateer // the time traveller's wife, audrey niffenegger // hamlet, william shakespeare // on the death of summer and baptismal promises, w.r. // amy & roger's epic detour, morgan matson // road to hell (reprise), anaïs mitchell

[apoemaday]

Who Died and Made You American

by Franny Choi

In the afterlife of apocalypse, my people, too, are settlers of a theft. Pay me like a man whose ancestors burned down the homes

of Pequot children. Deserve, deserve, what a sad little word. I’m an upstanding citizen of a country far from earned. I’m a child

of immigrants, of strategic importance, imports from one immolation to another. Pay my honest mother

in taxes and guilt. If the land in me could speak to the land I live on, what would it say? Maybe I’m sorry. Or, where does it hurt?

My cheeks are stuffed with sweetgrass and ssuk. Maybe I’m only ever singing that awful song: O beautiful.

O beautiful. And it is, some days, driving through the “untouched” hills to the place where I’m paid.

[angelnumbers]

from the world keeps ending, and the world goes on by franny choi

[theultimateburritofic]

the world keeps ending, the world goes on - franny choi // fragile dreams farewell ruins of the moon // dispatches from a future great-great granddaughter - franny choi // what resembles the grave but isnt - anne boyer // quiet country cafe // i know the end - phoebe bridgers

fragile dreams gif by @natade-art quiet country cafe gif by @oldbrain

[words-and-coffee]

I’m making nothing happen but my own drool, drooling, gaping, chomping at the ing ing ing. I make a nothing that whirs into being, feedback looping into a buzz saw of nothing, dome of nothing. So big it rises. Big enough to keep my people safe from the catastrophes that rain from planes. Before each catastrophe, a moment in which my people are safe. Refuge of nothing. Refuge of uneventfulness. First days, then days, and days. In a dead tree’s heart, an empty space. In the space, a small animal, useless beautiful animal, stretching its wings, wings, wings. . .

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On - Upon Learning That Some Korean War Refugees Used Partially Detonated Napalm Canisters as Cooking Fuel

[askyea-poesy]

Somewhere, there is a version of me that isn't neck-deep in her invented filth.

Franny Choi

[suddenstrangesurrenders]

The Mother Wound.

{Jenny Slate, from Little Weirds. Me, from Clean Out Your Inbox. Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (1945) Franny Choi, Bad Daughter. Anne Carson, Sophocles “Elektra" translation. Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless. Jeannette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? Mary Oliver, When Did It Happen?}

[orpheuslament]

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending and the World Goes On

[havingapoemwithyou]

physical therapy by Franny Choi

[dk-thrive]

Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe. Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in. I want an excuse to change my life.

— Franny Choi, "Castastrophe is Next to Godliness" in "The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On" (Ecco, November 2022) (via Regina Rosenfeld)

[yourgoldennotebook]

— Franny Choi, in "Perihelion: A History of Touch"

[sentienttoast]

This is making me go crazyyyyyyyy

[Image ID: A picture of a page in a book . It is a poem. Its title is:

Upon Learning that some korean war refugees used partially detonated napalm canisters as cooking fuel

The poem reads:

Somewhere in a prior world, a woman with my face

is scraping the seeds from an unborn hell.

All night, doom rang from the sky. And in the morning,

there are mouths to feed. There are crocks in the cellar

and the ruined crops, the early frost, the neighbour's red daughter

strung up in the square. What else to do

when the unspeakable comes. What to burn

when it doesn't. Somewhere in a world that didn't quite

end, a woman like me is foraging for that which failed to kill her.

She is cranking open modernity's throat, wrenching

her arc from its scat. She is a woman who can hack

an impossible morning into water, bean paste, bitter leaves

another chance to fumble toward the next chance, and the next -

Every day of my life has been something other than my last.

Every day, an extinction misfires, and I put it to work.

/End ID]