#full poem

[crowthegeode]

Abecedarian for a Botanical Child, Decrescendoed

A streetlight just turned on; there’re trees

Blocking the sunset out my window, a

Crisp and clean gradient that

Declares fall is on its way soon. it's

Ever creeping closer like the end and I

Feel like I'm on the brink of something

Grand and worth staying present for but

Hey this could be the last day you breathe.

I don't want to cut off before the phrase ends.

Just because it decrescendos doesn't mean

Kill the music. my legs and my arms are

Letting go of my childhood strength, and

My joints and my bones are icing over.

Now I'm at mezzo piano when

Once I was full forte, accented.

Perhaps this is my sunset, solo so soon

Quieted by decreased lung capacity.

Really I just want to not struggle with

Something as poetic as an early demise:

Take my legs but not yet, not yet.

Unforgettable were those days climbing so

Very high in a pine tree and swinging,

Wings spread wide as the sky I could touch.

Xylem breaks down over time and

You see I'm made of sycamore, my

Zeal has weathered me early.

[fromwinter]

There’s no emergency, no sirens, no panic. If a sparrow drowns in the lake and sinks to the bottom—its feathers, bones, tiny organs falling into nothingness—did it happen? It’s quiet, I still have breath. I’m keeping the blankets, the sheets, the mattress warm. When my feathers sink to the bottom of the lake will that, too, go unnoticed?

— From Winter, ‘Sparrow Drowning’

[voicedwords]

PERFORMANCE, Duane L Herrmann

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Oscar Wilde

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

[peaceishim]

The one who loves the moon, still loves it when it is not in the sky, when it might not be in front of their eyes. The love is still there.

-A.S.

[scretladyspider]

Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day —

Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before —

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!

Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's in front of you.

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again);

Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em,

An' there's no discharge in the war!

If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you!

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again) —

There's no discharge in the war!

Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different —

Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!

-excerpts from “Boots”, written in by Rudyard Kipling, published in 1903, as read by Taylor Holmes, recorded in 1915 (the trailer does not utilize the full poem)

28 years later trailer

He's in it more than I expected honestly

[hisbodycorpse]

⠀ 𝕭iogrɑfíɑs, 𝜇𝑠𝜎 𝑙𝜄𝑏𝑟𝜀.

⠀⠀ 01. #𝑪u͟e͟r͟p͟o ♱ ⦉ 體找到了出路 ⦊

⠀⠀ ◙ 𝟖𝟹 。       𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐭͟𝐚͟ 𝐨͟ 𝐩͟𝐚͟𝐩͟𝐞͟𝐥͟.

⠀⠀

02. ℘ ⃛͡ †. Goose—bumps 𓉲 ⠀‛ ⋄

#每一个爱抚，直到我们成为陌生人。

03. 深入皮膚下的紋身,⠀⠀   𓍝 ⠀⠀即使身⠀

#.o͟ɹ͟ᴉ͟ɟ͟ɐ͟Z͟ 𖤓⠀⠀ 𓊆 體找到了出路 𓊇 ⅞

04. 𝐀͟𝐧͟𝐠͟𝐞͟𝐥͟'𝐬 𝐅͟𝐚͟𝐥͟𝐥͟.

🚫 ꯳⃘꤫ 𒋲 ꉺ ҉

05. 𓏶 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗼.

𝑑͟𝑒͟𝑠͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟͟. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𖥟

Estas biografías pueden ser modificadas,

intercaladas, tomadas como inspiración.

Si bien se respetan mis créditos, es decir,

no hacerlas pasar como suyas.

[crowthegeode]

god gave me chronic pain because she knew I'd be unstoppable without it (I hate low air pressure)

sometimes I imagine my brother as a

tender-hearted, tender-minded being like me

and it hurts

he shouldn't cry at my sister's screams

not because he is a boy and shouldn't cry at all

but because my sister shouldn't scream

sometimes I imagine my brother as an

artist, composition-seeking being like me

and look right now

he's taking pictures of my mother's sunflowers

not because she asked him to (she did, it's not the point)

but because he can't resist the opportunity

sometimes I imagine my brother as a

pained, forcefully-aware being like me

and it hurts

he shouldn't be like me

not because I'm unworthy of being

but because no one should live in pain

[soundlessl-y]

[ID:

When I Am Asked by Lisel Mueller

When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature.

It was soon after my mother died, a brilliant June day, everything blooming.

I sat on a gray stone bench in a lovingly planted garden, but the day lilies were as deaf as the ears of drunken sleepers and the roses curved inward. Nothing was black or broken and not a leaf fell and the sun blared endless commercials for the summer holidays.

I sat on a gray stone bench ringed with the ingenue faces of pink and white impatiens and placed my grief in the mouth of language, the only thing that would grieve with me.

/end ID]

Lisel Mueller, When I Am Asked

[fromwinter]

Drowning doesn’t look like drowning, it’s swimming till it's not. And suddenly you’re comprehending all the weight that you forgot.

Your head is going under and you cannot keep it up. You see the shore, you kick for home, this living rests on luck.

— From Winter, ‘Treading Water’

[voicedwords]

In Little Pieces, Naz Abas Ng

[notaplaceofhonour]

Ah yes, because (((they))) are coming for you 🙄

copied from one of the replies:

This comparison is deeply, offensively ahistorical and incredibly harmful, both in understanding the Holocaust and the I/P conflict. The motivations, the actions those motivations inspire, and the effects of those actions are all deeply different. And if you are mobilizing people around the idea that they aren’t, you are spreading misinformation that actively impedes the ability for us to create a path towards solutions that lead to peace and the safety of everyone involved.

The Nazis aimed for endless expansion (Hitler was very explicit about the fact that he did not just want to return to the historical borders of the German Empire) & total extermination of Jews, and as such rounded up all Jews & dissidents in any territory they occupied & placed them in industrialized labor and extermination camps, and took over most of Europe and much of the Middle East. Whereas the worst of the worst in Israel are irredentist & revanchist—they want a specific piece of land historically occupied by Jews & they want collective revenge on Arabs & Muslims.

This is racist, reactionary, and violent, but it is not Nazism. Israel isn’t rounding up every Palestinian & dissident they can get their hands on in any territory they occupy. The nearly 2 million Palestinians in Israel are still Israeli citizens with full legal rights. An entire tenth of Israel has been openly attending protests of Netanyahu’s, and haven’t ended up in camps. They’re not an ever-expanding Empire with no end in sight; they’re a tiny country the size of New Jersey, surrounded by multiple factions that have made no secret that their goal is to wipe Israel off the map and chase Jews to the ends of the earth to kill them.

Netanyahu & Likud’s disregard for human life in pursuit of preventing Palestinian statehood & destroying IRI proxy groups like Hamas and Hezbollah (whose existence are existential threats to Israel & Jews living in the region) is more than “regrettable”. It’s unacceptable. But there is no “when they come for you”. And hyperbolic Holocaust Inversion like this, shouting about how the Jews in a little tiny country in the Middle East is like the Jew-killing Empire bent on World Domination, and how it’s “coming for you” wherever you live makes you sound like Alex Jones.

You can easily criticize the Israeli government’s action without rhetoric that amounts to Holocaust Revision/Distortion and weaponizes the memory of the industrialized mass-slaughter of millions of Jews against people still living with its impact—people whose motivation in this war (however brutal & blinded by hate) is heavily informed by a desire to ensure it will not happen to them again.

[geryone]

Wound is the Origin of Wonder, Maya C. Popa

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

⠀ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

ﾟ。 horror movies and my bed

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[beastlyidiocy]