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October 5: This oneâs a play off a prompt from last year AND itâs a writing prompt! Take any famous character from a horror film, and create a nursery rhyme about them. You can make it completely innocent, or, like many nursery rhymes, remain dark but disguised in pretty language.
I think my character is pretty obvious, and as an added bonus I made 2 haiku (apparently the plural is the same) between Mother and son.
#pencil#ink#my art#art#sanderstober#sanderstober2024#original poety#poetry#original poem#poem#haiku#jason voorhees#camp crystal lake#crystal lake#pamela voorhees#friday the 13th
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"Animals" by Frank O'Hara / The Pacific / The Pacific Part V Script
#maybe this only makes sense to me this is very self-indulgent I love frank o'hara and this is the ultimate childhood friends poem imo#I missed gay sledge thursday it's now gay sledge friday#the pacific#eugene sledge#sid phillips#sidsledge#long post#my web weaves
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You can blame yourself for anything if you think about it long enough
Friday Night Lights (TV Series 2006â2011)
#Friday Night Lights (TV Series 2006â2011)#motivation#quotes#poetry#literature#relationship quotes#writing#original#words#love#relationship#thoughts#lit#prose#spilled ink#inspiring quotes#life quotes#quoteoftheday#love quotes#poem#aesthetic
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âOk in the original error message on Grammy night thereâs the the code that says DPT which obviously now is the acronym for Tortured Poets Department but backwards and itâs counting down 3-2-1 from back to front ITâS LIKE ITâS STARTING FROM THE END INSTEAD OF THE BEGINNING or from the last page instead of the first chapter and the word scramble is literally a red herring and the original error is web speak for the system crashing BECAUSE THEREâS BEEN A GLITCH THE SYSTEM IS OVERLOADED so she has to go back to basics with a typewriter instead in the latest tease but also the betting Swifties are saying the Apple Music scramble is spelling out Glitch backwards too and the original error message is a black page with white font but the NEW error message is white with black font theyâre like TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN and now sheâs teasing 13â THIRTEEN WHAT?!ââ
#the tortured poets department#this is the fun kind of clowning lol#Iâm 99% kidding but I think I might be onto something with the end before the beginning thing lol#(Iâm not a rep tv truther whatsoever)#(I want TTPD to shine and get its limelight for eons)#(but I have to admit this joke conspiracy theorizing made me think maybe the end -TTPD- prefacing the beginning -rep- isnât that far fetche#in the grand scheme of conspiracy theory clowning lol)#I think sheâs just going to release some sort of bonus/accompanying content/art to go with whatever is cooking for Friday)#I do actually think the 13 might mean something⌠13 extra tracks? Poems? Something? A la 3 am edition of midnights#Jlaw gif WHAT DO YOU MEAN
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You can blame yourself for anything if you think about it long enough
Friday Night Lights (TV Series 2006â2011)
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WÄ°TH YOU
If it weren't for waking up from the deepest sleep, After a sleepless night, Morning morning.
If it weren't for crying when a leaf falls to the ground, Or when a flower dies, Spring is spring.
And if it weren't for your love when the roses bud and bloom, When the swallows fly, Day by day.
Maybe it would be easier to live.
That is, without expectations, As they say, like grass, As if grass doesn't live.
You know I won't give up sunny days, From the rain and the smell of soil, And from the yellow wheat ears, And from your coal-black eyes.
I wake up to the day loving you, I look at the stars loving you, I breathe and live loving you, And I hold on to life loving you.
You know, I don't understand roundabout ways, I can't explain myself often, I'm ashamed of crying, To tell you. My mind has remained in the old times, Like my heart has remained in you. I walk through life slowly, From old cobblestones, you know.
I may not be able to catch up with your new century.
But even if a million years pass, Love is the same love, I am the same me, And you will still be beautiful. I know. Maybe I want to be free, From your era that you never let dust enter. Maybe even to sleep a little, With youâŚ
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poem for aphrodite
Hail to the fair one! Laughter loving, oh mother
She who brings us close to one another
She who is the nurturer of lovers,
She who brings joy and wonder.
Born from sea-foam, mother of the archerer,
Your warlike aspects make you all the fiercer,
Eyes as bright and warm as fire,
And your voice is as beautiful as summer.
Hail to Aphrodite! Bringer of life,
She who is as radiant as the night.
#hellenic deities#hellenic pagan#hellenism#helpol#aphrodite deity#aphrodite goddess#short poem#its friday yk what that means#i rushed this
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my bedroom walls are a graveyard of all of the things I could've been. ive spent so many years becoming nothing.
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Election Night Poem
Stop
Stop looking at the polls,
And look into my eyes.
Before a single thing,
Before any one of 50 states swing,
Before the news and texts,
Before the speeches lead on to the next,
Listen.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you, and I will be there for you.
I love you.
Can you hear me?
Take a break from the rest of the world
For just a moment let me be all
And listen
I love you.
We will take care of each other.
I love you.
Thatâs all.
#election night#election 2024#us politics#this one goes out to my loved ones#Iâll post this on Wordpress on Friday but I needed to write it now#Transcendragons poetry#Transcendragons writing#original poetry#original poem#poets on tumble#original writing
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Love Begins
Words: 102 Tagging: @flashfictionfridayofficial
How love begins is hard to say. Some swear by a look, some by a word, others will say with a touch.
I will not say who is wrong or who is right, all I can speak is what lays in my heart.
And you? The cause of everything started this by taking me in your arms and saying: you're safe with me.
Magic happens in that very moment my heart races, my palms get sweaty and oh, I know. I know.
For it was not your words, nor your arms that spoke true it was the feeling of finding my home.
~ Ely C. Winters
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#fratricide friday#(whew just made it in time!!!)#brodinsons#that poem took me literally minutes - i hope yous appreciate the sophisticated rhyming and word choice#image described in alt text
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loved by the keeper of the doves.
A man who is mortal, all loved
But more loved was he by the Keeper of Doves.
Shooting his arrow from every angle,
Such a dangerous job, yet he was so careful.
Loved was the mortal, Adonis the all loved
But more loved was he by the keeper of the doves.
Seleneâs beauty shined over the earth,
Laughter-loving Aphrodite watched him with mirth,
Watching as his arrows went free in every direction
Her gaze was filled with such affection.
But out from the darkness, came out a boar
Rushing at the man with a wild roar,
Had he noticed, he would have pierced the flesh
Yet the blood on the ground was all that was left.
Swift was Aphrodite, flying in her chariot
White roses shifting beneath her chariot, so vibrant.
A thorn picked at her foot, blood staining the petals,
But how could she care, when he had lost in his daily battles?
The she-wolf goddess wept on the corpse of Adonis, all loved,
But more loved was he by the Keeper of the Doves.
#hellenic deities#hellenic pagan#hellenism#helpol#aphrodite deity#aphrodite goddess#poem for aphrodite#adonis#i wanted to write on my fav aphrodite myth#its friday yk what that means
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friday the 13th
underneath the serene december sky, the stars fall like raindrops racing down the window glass and the gemini moon illuminates the surrounding blackness a sleepy, navy blue. i am as safe as a mouse snuggled deep in itâs burrow, the steaming hot tub reminiscent of the loving warmth of a motherâs pelt. i listen soundly to the singsong voices of my dearest friends; there is no where iâd rather be than here, in this very moment, filled to the brim with the hot drink of tender love.
@homvlily (2024)
#homvlily#mine#aesthetic#poems and poetry#poetry#poems on tumblr#short poetry#original poem#original work#original writing#prose#prose poetry#prose poem#spilled ink#poem#words words words#literature#poetic#writers and poets#poets on tumblr#poeticstories#spilled writing#writers on tumblr#writing#creative writing#full moon#friday the 13th#gemini#gemini moon#shooting stars
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playing - like a tree falling
an interlude
morning - a kitty good and always - murder in the background - needles owee upcoming and more to than gonna
ie usual usual
then
another
now
and then anotherthenanother... and here we are a frog friday
and again
although its early yet and we been up and hour only
usual usual ( amidst a background of fuckery )
starting with a good and always kitty
anyway
in the interest of finishing finally - the everlasting gob stopper continuation of the same basic poem daily
hallelujah
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Screaming from the crypt (or how the past haunts the present on Midnights)
I know it's been discussed so much since Midnights came out but just.
I love how there is such a clear narrative throughout the album (and perhaps especially on the 3am/Vault tracks). About questioning and regret and choices and coming to terms with all of it. It is one long story about how we're all a mosaic of the choices we make, each one taking something from us and leaving something else in its place.
(And now a disclaimer: I'm looking at this mostly through a narrator/subject lens, and trying not to dive too deeply into real-life events or speculation except for in a general sense. For this purpose I like to look at the body of work as art, like literature, because I find it makes it easier to see the common threads in the different songs and cohesion in the narrative.)
In looking at the 3am+ tracks in particular, it's fascinating how some turns of phrases or themes repeat themselves in different songs, in different contexts. (I'm only focusing on the non-standard tracks because there are too many songs and I'd be here all day but I bet I could do a part two lol.) I know many people have pointed out the parallels throughout her discography already and Iâm not saying anything groundbreaking by writing this, but I love how these parallels run through in the same album, because it makes it seem like it's one long story, or at least, one long rumination on many different stories that are coalescing into a single narrative.
Battle (letâs go)
For instance, the one that jumped out at me when I started writing this post the other week was, "Tore your banners down, took the battle underground," in The Great War and "If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I," in Would've, Could've Should've. It's a story about staying stuck in the same cycle of reliving trauma and coping mechanisms and bad habits over and over again and fantasizing about how taking the âantagonistâ out and gaining the upper hand for good would bring closure (WCS), but the truth is that nothing ever will. All that cycle does, though, is repeat itself in other situations, and in this case pushes someone away the narrator cares for (TGW). The difference is that the imagined battle in WCS is a two-way street in her mind (that is ultimately unwinnable because it was never a fair fight), but in TGW it's one-sided -- she's the one fighting dirty, taking shots, the way she'd been doing in her imagination (or nightmares) all these years. But the person in front of her isn't fighting back the way the person in her mind in WCS would, because their intentions are honourable instead of exploitative.
And that's paralleled in another pair of lyrics from the two songs, "And maybe it's the past talking, screaming from the crypt, telling me to punish you for things you never did," (in TGW) and "The tomb won't close, I fight with you in my sleep," (in WCS). In both cases, the funeral imagery makes it seem like this past event should be dead and buried in WCS, but it keeps rising from the dead, haunting her no matter what she does and in TGW, another (or perhaps the same?) tomb that won't close keeps unleashing new ways to hurt her and in turn the new person in her life. In other words, the trauma from the past continues to bleed into the present.
(Again from a literary point of view, I'm not saying the events of the two songs are linked IRL, but they're fascinating textual parallels on the album as a string of chapters, which is why Dear Reader is so compelling, but that's a whole other essay.)
To keep the battle motif going, thereâs yet another parallel, this time between TGWâs "[You were a] soldier down on that icy ground, looked up at me with honor and truth," and Youâre Losing Meâs "All I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier, fighting in only your army.â In the former, the subject is laying down his armour in the war sheâs projecting onto him, waving the white flag, and she realizes that sheâs about to destroy something if she doesnât put her sword down too. By the time we get to YLM, the roles are almost reversed; at the very least theyâre supposed to be on the same team, but in this case sheâs doing all the heavy lifting, fighting for their relationship in contrast to his apathy killing it. Itâs also pretty interesting (if not outright intentional) that one of the 3am+ editions of the albums starts with The Great War, where they find themselves in conflict (even if itâs in her head) that ends in a truce, and ends with Youâre Losing Me signalling the end of the relationship, evidence that the resolution in the first song wasnât an ending but merely a ceasefire before the last battle.
Putting the rest under a cut because this is waaaaay too long now ⤾ď¸
(Thereâs also another metaphor there in The Great War with its battle imagery: World War I, aka The Great War, was supposed to be the war to end all wars, because loss on its scale was never seen before and when it ended, most thought never again would the world embroil itself in such battle, the horrors and implications were so devastating. Two decades later, the world found itself in WWII, with an even larger scope and more horrific consequences, the intervening time between the two a period of festering conflicts and resentment leading to some of the worst acts the world would see. Bringing real life into it for a second, thereâs something a little poetic, though sad, about The Great War the song being about a fight that could have ended the relationship that they ultimately resolved and was meant to be evidence of the strength of their love, but so too did it end up being a period of dĂŠtente, the greater battle coming for them years later. But that is not the point of this post.)
If one thing had been different
Another major theme in these editions is pondering the "what ifs?" of life, but I think it takes on even more significance in the broader context of the album in the lyrics of "I'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been, should've been you," in Bigger than the Whole Sky and the repetition of would've/could've in Would've, Could've, Should've (I would've looked away at the first glance, I would've stayed on my knees, I would've gone along with the righteous, I could've gone on as I was, would've could've should've if I'd only played it safe, etc.) In both songs, the narrator is mourning an alternate course their life could have taken* and questioning what they could have done differently, in the aftermath of trauma and loss, and the regret that comes with that loss, and with the loss of agency in the situation because ultimately it was never in their hands. In an album full of questions, wondering about the path not taken, or the forks in the road that have led to a different version of your life, it's digging deeper into the contrast of choice vs. fate, action vs. reaction, dwelling on the past vs. moving on. When you're supposed to let go of the past, what do you do when it is holding your future hostage?
(*I know there are different interpretations/speculation about BTTWS which I am not getting into on main. I'm just saying that whatever the song is about, it's grieving something that never came to be. The literal origin of the song is less important to the album than the sense of loss it portrays. Whatever the inspiration is, it's crafted to tell part of the story of Midnights of ruminating over how, to borrow from her previous work, if one thing had been different, would everything be different?)
(Also I was today years old when I realized that the words are inverted in the two songs. Apparently I've been hearing BTTWS wrong this whole time.)
There's also an interesting tangent in the role of faith in both songs: in WCS, the events of the story cause her to lose her faith (e.g. "All I used to do was pray," "you're a crisis of my faith,") and question all the things she felt had been unquestionable until that point in her life (e.g. "I could have gone along with the righteous"), whereas in BTTWS, she questions whether that very lack of faith is to blame for the loss in that song ("did some force take you because I didn't pray? [...] It's not meant to be, so I'll say words I don't believe"). It's like pinpointing the moment her life changed and upended her beliefs (WCS), but as a result then leaving her unmoored in times of crisis because ultimately there's no explanation or comfort to be taken from what she used to hold true before that (BTTWS). The words she once relied upon to guide her have long since lost their meaning, but in times of trouble it leaves her wondering if that faith she once held then lost could have prevented this pain.
(Shoutout to WCS for being Catholic guilt personified lol.)
To keep on with the vaguely faith-y notions, an obvious parallel is the line in Wouldâve Couldâve Shouldâve about, âI damn sure never would've danced with the devil at nineteen,â and, "When you aim at the devil, make sure you don't miss," in Dear Reader. All of WCS is about her fighting with an antagonist who haunts her, with whom she wholly regrets ever becoming involved. DR could be seen as a reflection on that fall from grace, warning the audience that if you choose to go after the person (or thing) haunting you, make sure you do so clearheaded enough to be decisive. Again, these âdevilsâ may not be related in real life: the IRL devil in DR could be speaking about her naysayers, or Kim*ye, or Scott & Scooter B, etc., meaning not to cross your enemies until you know you can win. But taking real life out of it and looking at it textually, I am intrigued by the link between WCS and DR, so thatâs what Iâm going with here. And perhaps thatâs even the point in a wider sense; there will be multiple âdevilsâ in your life, or threats to your well-being. If youâre going to commit to taking them down â whether itâs an actual person, or the demons inside you that refuse to let you go â make sure you have the right ammo so that they can no longer hurt you. (Of course, one lesson from these experiences is that sometimes you canât win, and you have to live with the fallout.)
(Sidebar: I know that âdancing with the devilâ is a turn of phrase that means being led into temptation and engaging in risky behaviour, as opposed to describing the actual person. Given the religious metaphors in the song, that could very well be/is the intention, particularly when itâs preceded by, âI would have stayed on my kneesâ as in she would have continued to follow her faith â in whatever sense that means â had she never met this person, which could also be a more eloquent way of saying she would have continued to be live her life in a way that was righteous (even naive) and seen the world in black and white. Either way, itâs a force she wholly rejects. Like I said, multiple devils, same fight.)
Regret comes up too: in WCS, she says, "I regret you all the time," obviously directed at the person who manipulated her and led to her perceived downfall, citing him as the one impulse she wished she'd never followed, because it won't leave her no matter how hard sheâs tried. In High Infidelity, she tells the person to, "put on your records and regret me," and on the surface, itâs like sheâs turning the tables, painting herself as the one now causing the regret in someone else, the one inflicting the pain this time. Yet the verse preceding it and the lines following it in the chorus depict a partner who is also emotionally manipulative and vindictive like in WCS (âyou said I was freeloading, I didnât know you were keeping count,â âput on your headphones and burn my city,â). Itâs not so much that sheâs intentionally harming the person (the way the person in WCS does to her), but rather that the venom in the subjectâs feelings towards her seeps through; sheâs imagining the way heâs going to feel about her when she leaves, hating her just for by being who she is. (There could be another tangent about how in both songs sheâs there to be a âtokenâ in a game for both of the men, who play her for their own purposes.) The regret is dripping with disdain. Itâs as though sheâs picturing how the person is going to hate her for doing what sheâs thinking of doing the way she hates the person who first hurt her.
Sadness, unsurprisingly, shows up in a few lyrics. In BTTWS, âEverything I touch becomes sick with sadness,â sets the scene of a person so overcome with grief that it permeates everything around them; they cannot see their way out of it and feel like the fog will never lift. In Hits Different, itâs, âMy sadness is contagious,â the result of a breakup where the personâs grief again touches everything and everyone around them, pushing them further in their despair and loneliness. The reason behind the grief in either case may vary, but regardless of the source, the feeling is overpowering and isolating. They may be different chapters in the story, but the devastation is hauntingly familiar. (As is a recurring theme in Midnights as a whole: there are situations and feelings that present themselves at different points in her journey and colour in the lines in different ways along the road. Like revisiting an old vice and realizing the hit isnât quite the same as it was in the past.)
Death by a thousand cuts
She also writes about wounds on this album, which isn't surprising I suppose given that the whole conceit is that these are things that have kept her up at night over the years. WCS is perhaps the driving narrative on this never ending hurt when she sings, âThe wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign, I regret you all the time,â suggesting that no matter what she does, the pain of this experience has permeated everything sheâs done afterwards. (Not unlike the overwhelming grief in BTTWS, for instance.) Elsewhere, in High Infidelity she sings, "Lock broken, slur spoken, wound open, game token,"Â and in Hits Different, "Make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding.â Again I'm not suggesting they're about the same events; the line in HI is about a situation where a partner crosses a boundary, hits below the belt, picks at an insecurity (or creates a new one) and treats the relationship like it's transactional, opening the floodgates in turn. In HD, the wound seems to be more self-inflicted, where she's pushed the person away. (Over a situation real or imagined she feels she needs distance from.) But again, something has picked at her like a raw nerve, and just like in the past, she's hurting, even in a different time and place and person. Almost like the wounds of the past break open over and over again to create new scars. If one were to extrapolate further, it wouldnât be the biggest leap to wonder if the wound open in WCS, then torn apart in HI makes the one in HD hurt even more.
(I once wrote a post about how I think as time goes on, WCS is going to turn into one of those songs that will be found to drive so much of her work, because itâs just⌠kind of the unsaid thesis statement of so much of her songwriting.)
Another repeated theme is that of the empty home and loneliness. In High Infidelity, she sings, "At the house lonely, good money I'd pay if you just know me, seemed like the right thing at the time," painting a picture of someone who may have everything they'd want to the outside world, but in reality feels metaphorically trapped in their home (or at least alone amidst abundance), a symbol of a relationship gone sour and a failure to build connection. She just wants someone to understand her, want her for her, but as she's written earlier in the song, she's just a pawn in the game, a trophy from the hunt. Home, in this case, is lonely, isolated, an emblem of her fears. In Dear Reader, she continues this thread, then singing, "You wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking, if you knew where I was walking, to a house not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there, where I pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care, no one sees you lose when you're playing solitaire." It's the same idea, admitting to listeners that the gilded cage she lived in kept her distanced from her loved ones and real connection, keeping her struggles close to the vest but feeling desperately lonely amidst her crowning success. She's pushed people away and it may have felt like the right thing at the time, but in the end maybe felt like she was trapped. And when you push people away, eventually they take you at your word and stop pushing back; youâre a victim of your own success at isolating yourself. What starts out of self-preservation then further perpetuates the underlying problems.
(There's another interesting link about "home" also feeling unsafe with HI's "Your picket fence is sharp as knives,"Â which further leads into the theme of marriage/domesticity feeling dangerous, which is a whole other thing I won't get into here because it's another discussion and may derail this already gargantuan word salad.)
In a slightly similar vein, we have the metaphor of bad weather for a rocky road or unstable relationship, in High Infidelity again with, "Storm coming, good husband, bad omen, dragged my feet right down the aisle" and Youâre Losing Meâs "every morning I glared at you with storms in my eyes.â They arenât speaking of the same situation or even same kind of breakdown, but it is pretty interesting how the idea of clouds/storms/floods/etc. play such a role in Taylorâs music to signal depression, apprehension, fear, uncertainty, etc. In HI, I think the âstormâ coming is the looming threat of commitment to a partner who makes the narrator uneasy (if not fearful). In this case, the idea of making a life with this person is not one that incites joy or comfort, but instead makes the narrator feel that dark times are ahead if she continues down this path. Perhaps in some way, the âstormsâ in YLM have made good on the threat in HI in a different way; itâs a different home, a different relationship, but the clouds have settled in regardless, and some of her fears have come to fruition in ways she did not expect. The person she once trusted no longer sees her or her struggles (or worse, doesnât care), and the resentment and pain build with each passing day.
Coming back to heartbreak, one of the obvious "full circle" moments is the beginning of a relationship in Paris, where she says that, "I'm so in love that I might stop breathing,"Â clearly enthralled in a new love that allows her to shut the world out and grow in private, capturing the all-encompassing nature of the relationship. This infatuation has consumed her in the most wonderful way (in contrast to the sorrow of some of the previous songs), and it feels like a life-altering (or even life-sustaining?) force that is so strong she may forget what itâs like to breathe. (Metaphorically speaking, of course.) By the end of the album, though, in You're Losing Me, that heart-stopping love has become a threat: "my heart won't start anymore for you."Â In the former, her racing heart is full of excitement, but by the latter, her heart has given out completely under the weight of the pain she bears. (YLM is full of death/illness imagery which I already wrote about awhile ago so I won't hear, but needless to say that song deserves its own essay for so many reasons.) She's gone from the unbridled joy of the beginnings of a relationship to the unrelenting sorrow of its end, two sides of the same coin.
Love as death appears elsewhere in the music too, for instance, in High Infidelityâs, âYou know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough" and Youâre Losing Meâs âHow can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying? [âŚ] My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick.â Though not completely analogous situations, they both tell the tale of one partnerâs apathy (or at least denial) destroying the other. In the former, the partnerâs actions (or inaction) are more insidious, if not sinister; in the latter, the lack of momentum (or admission of a problem) is passive. In both cases, the end result is the narratorâs demise; itâs a drawn out affair that chips away at her morale and her health and her sense of self. (Breaking my own rule about bringing in alleged actual events into the discussion, but the idea that the relationship in High Infidelity, which was obviously fraught with unease and even fear, ended in a similarly excruciatingly slow and hurtful death by a thousand cuts as the relationship in Youâre Losing Me almost did at that time must have been so painful. It almost feels like YLM is wondering why what used to be a source of light in her life was mirroring a situation that caused her such pain in the past.)
From the same little breaks in your soul
I said early on that part of what is so compelling about Midnights is that it feels like an album about ruminating â on choices, on events, on people â and the two final âbonusâ tracks of the album depict that as well. In Hits Different, she sings that, âthey say if itâs right, you know,â an ode to the confusion of a breakup and struggling with the aftermath of calling it quits. Itâs a line that has always intrigued me, because the typical use of the phrase is in the sense of, âyouâll know when you meet the one,â but here it seems to have a double meaning, a reassurance perhaps from the friends (who later on tell her that "love is a lie") that sheâll know if sheâs made the right decision in calling it off, but could also be her wondering if the relationship is right, sheâll know, and want to reconcile. In the final bonus track, Youâre Losing Me, she sings, ânow I just sit in the dark and wonder if itâs time,â this time leaving no doubt about the dilemma she faces, though itâs no less fraught. Sheâs wondering, perhaps for the last time, if now is finally the moment to end the relationship for good. They say that if itâs right sheâll know, and now sheâs wondering if that feeling inside her (that once told her her partner was the one, which is why it hit differently), is telling her that itâs time to go for good. Wait Alexa play âItâs Time To Go.â These are not only the things that keep her up at night, but the things that play over in her mind like a film reel in her waking hours.
Midnights as a whole is a deeply personal album, as is most of Taylor's work, but the 3am+ edition tracks seem to dig even deeper to a lot of the issues raised on the standard album. Almost like the standard tracks are the things she wonders about on sleepless nights, but the bonus tracks are the things that haunt her in the aftermath. The regret, anger, sadness, grief, relief, even joyâ theyâre the price she pays for the memories she keeps reliving. Midnights might be the most cohesive narrative of all her albums, and really does feel like weâre watching someone work through her journal over time, stopping short of outright naming those giant fears and intrusive thoughts (except for when she does) but making them plain as day when you connect the songs together, and perhaps never more clearly than in the expanded album. Itâs incredible how the songs stand on their own to relay a specific moment in time, but that they are also self-referential to each other (whether thematically or overtly) to weave a larger web over the entire work. Weâre so lucky as fans to have these stories and to keep peeling back these layers as time passes. (And my literature-analysis-loving ass loves her even more for it.)
This is obviously by no means an exhaustive list, and I know there are more parallels and probably even stronger links (particularly when you add the standard version into the mix), but these were the ones that particularly struck me and Iâm just glad Iâve had a chance to sit with this and think it through. â¤ď¸
#writing letters addressed to the fire#me thinking too hard about taylor lyrics#taylor swift#midnights#long post#lyrics analysis#song parallels#Gabby this one is for you friend <3#here goes nothing#Happy Friday or something idk!#(also i know i said there are things i wouldnât discuss on main but my dms are open lol)#this is not as structured or well plotted out as I wanted it to be#and turned out to be more stream of consciousness than legit essay#but whatever at least i got my thoughts out there and it can release some plot of land in my brain for other stuff to think over lol#If anyone ever reads this thank you! And Iâm sorry?#The best compliment i ever got in school#was when we were doing an analysis of a poem in English lit in college#And i brought something up casually#and my prof went âIâve been teaching this class for eight years and thatâs the first time anyoneâs ever brought it up like thatâ#âand that just blew my mindâ#and i was like âwho me?â#so thatâs all you need to know about me lol#Midnights: The Great War#Bigger than the whole sky#bttws#Midnights: Paris#Midnights: high infidelity#wouldâve couldâve shouldâve#Midnights: dear reader#midnights: bigger than the whole sky
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