#gritty poetry

[thewordsman]

"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”

— Charles Bukowski

[simmyfrobby]

― What Will You Do?, Rainer Maria Rilke

Hockey Poetry Post 43/?

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[tmarshconnors]

"Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around in their dumbness.  I want to run and hide I want to escape their engulfing nullity."

Henry Charles Bukowski was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his adopted home city of Los Angeles.

Born: 16 August 1920, Andernach, Germany Died: 9 March 1994 (age 73 years)

Renowned Author and Poet: Charles Bukowski was a prolific American writer and poet, best known for his raw and unapologetic portrayals of urban life, often delving into themes of alcoholism, gambling, and relationships. He gained a cult following for his gritty realism and straightforward prose.

Early Struggles and Jobs: Before achieving literary success, Bukowski faced years of hardship and menial jobs. He worked as a dishwasher, truck driver, and postal clerk, experiences that heavily influenced his writing, providing material for his vivid depictions of the working class and marginalized individuals.

Iconic Works: Some of Bukowski's most famous works include novels like "Post Office," "Factotum," and "Ham on Rye." He also gained significant acclaim for his poetry collections such as "Love is a Dog From Hell" and "The Last Night of the Earth Poems." Bukowski's writing often reflected his own tumultuous personal experiences, earning him a reputation as a literary outsider.

Controversial Persona: Bukowski cultivated a rebellious and often controversial persona, both in his writing and personal life. He was known for his heavy drinking, womanizing, and confrontational attitude, which occasionally landed him in trouble with authorities. Despite this, his work resonated with many readers who appreciated his unfiltered portrayal of life's struggles.

Literary Legacy: Bukowski's influence extends far beyond his own lifetime. His works continue to be celebrated for their honesty, humour, and insight into the human condition. He inspired a new generation of writers and remains a significant figure in contemporary literature, with his books translated into multiple languages and his poems frequently quoted and referenced in popular culture.

[polinchitis]

Waste me, god knows it's all you do.

(written 16/09/24)

I'm larger than life in every sense of the phrase;

My presence is drastic and maximally consequential.

So that's why they stare, not because it's any less

Embarrassing, I don't care for a waste of potential.

I miss every memory where I would make you understand,

And make is not the word i'd use to describe the love we had,

If I could describe our love at all. I am not losing.

You cannot be the most memorable thing to happen to me.

It sounds desperate, it is desperate, I am desperate.

I'll write away and beg and plead and barter for a second

Coin to spend on a lottery I'll lose again, I can't help it.

I miss the moment of flight of the flip of a penny,

And flight is exactly how i would describe our love.

It is a game of chance. I am not winning.

We go together like a screw hammered into place.

Once you're in, you're stuck - your presence impedes mine.

Your perception of things perhaps is blurrier than a window

Murky with rain in the afternoon, it'll age like an austere wine.

I miss when my hatred for you was buried in the dirt

Like your teeth in my neck - I describe you like the dog you are,

In the circle of hell I embody. You are the limbo inside me.

[alexfern3485]

Check out my latest work on Wattpad started this in 2016 deciding to go back and perfect it

[barbaragenova]

I am way too happy with “gritty detective man”

[ossian-bard]

A bundle of scars,

working in synchronicity,

life has left its marks,

etched deep in my memory.

The wounds I bear,

Are etched deep,

Each a memento,

of victories and defeats,

They testify to my resilience,

A cost paid,

Worth its weight in gold

My scars are like ragged armor,

Shielding me from agony's baleful thunder,

These battle marks are beautiful,

On this mortal plane,

Forever inscribed.

Each one tells a story,

Of a life with struggles and glory,

These scars are my badge of honor,

A pledge that I'll never falter.

Let the scars stay, let them speak,

For they are a monument of my peak,

They proclaim to the world,

Of a life well-lived, never dimmed nor curled.

[alchemisland]

Property taxes 

Houseflipping House I’m living equipped with a mouse kitchen Not a glass clean, stained with mouths, cryptids in the sink Crypt stink lingers from dirty plates with mouldy dinners Kitchen island where I mounted thots, weighed amounts, lined powder out Never knew a drought, the flood keeps coming if you’re keeping count Accountant found new ways to clean it, through a fountain it comes out…

[fourletternamespro]

In the Last Place I Saw You: A Collection of Poetry for the Grieving, the Lost, the Misfits, and the Hopeless Romantics

New Book Release, On Sale Now

From the author of “In the Shambles: Revised” comes the next installment in a collection of works that you have never quite experienced before. Unlike its predecessor, “In the Last Place I Saw You: A collection of Poetry for the Misfit, the Lost, the Grieving, and the Hopeless Romantics” is not a haunted and captivating confession. It is an illustration. In the Last Place I Saw You” is like walking into a fever dream of the imagination. It embraces and articulates without hesitation just how far the mind will go to live through the things we never expected to face or have to live through. It summons the curious voyeur of tragedy and commiserates with those who were left behind in the spaces that steal our rationality like sunlight in order to survive. - In the Last Place I Saw You Click on the photo to be redirected and purchase on Amazon.

Read the full article

[kukekakuningaskris]

guess i'll add onto this with the new caption

everyone’s there, no one gives you a call

once again there's five stressed syllables (10 overall) and the line fits the end rhyme that's present in line 4 and 5 above (rhyme scheme has become ABBCCC). so yeah, song lyrics.

also i'll take this to point out a few things i forgot when originally posting:

the first five lines are very strict and are iambic (one short/unstressed syllable followed by one long/stressed syllable) and trochaic (one stressed syllable followed by one unstressed syllable), and the way they're used is also systematic (lines 1, 3, and 5 are trochaic and lines 2 and 4 are iambic)

i struggled a bit with the 6th line but i believe it's dactylic (one stressed syllable followed by two unstressed syllables), further showing that this is accentual verse and only the amount of stressed syllables matters and not the amount of metric feet, since lines 1, 2, 4, and 5 have five metric feet and lines 3 and 6 have 4 metric feet (not all of them are complete, some unstressed syllables are missing, further proving that syllable count doesn't matter)

so we all are assuming that bojan's latest instagram captions are song lyrics and i think they're in order as well, and i can maybe kind of prove it (this is just for fun and i may just fully be wrong about this). so come journey with me to the world of poetry theory.

the captions put together with stressed syllables marked (yes i split the last caption into two because it made sense):

starlight effect and a cigarette you should be getting ready for the big day quotas to fill, bills to pay the center of the world on a pedestal, until it's your turn to take the fall

as you can see four of the five lines have five stressed syllables, making it pentameter (while the number of syllables overall is less consistent with 9-11-7-11-9, thus suggesting it is written in accentual verse as well, though that doesn't matter here).

furthermore there's rhymes! lines 2 and 3 have end rhyme just as lines 3 and 4, while the first line has a rhyme within it with 'effect' and 'cigarette', thus making this a rhyme scheme of ABBCC.

based on this i'd say that the captions most definitely are lyrics because otherwise there would be no need for them to be this structured, and they are maybe in order based on the rhymes, do with this what you will.

[thewordsman]

"I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”

— Charles Bukowski

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

So today in English we read an ee cummings poem

My friends have always sorta made fun of him, the combination of a memeable name and the idea that this famous poet was “so lazy” he never used punctuation was a pretty easy one to make jokes of

But like

I looked at the poem, and I was like ‘this is a mess’

And I kept looking

And the more I read it the more I (capital-U) Understood

And I must’ve read it 20 times

And it’s like ohhh I GET it now. I thought I understood poetry to an extent but I don’t think I did. I guess I sorta saw it as a more flowery way you could tell the same sort of story you could tell in a traditional narrative. But it’s so different

[tmarshconnors]

"And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"

Henry Charles Bukowski was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his adopted home city of Los Angeles.

Born: 16 August 1920, Andernach, Germany

Died: 9 March 1994 (age 73 years)

Renowned Author and Poet: Charles Bukowski was a prolific American writer and poet, best known for his raw and unapologetic portrayals of urban life, often delving into themes of alcoholism, gambling, and relationships. He gained a cult following for his gritty realism and straightforward prose.

Early Struggles and Jobs: Before achieving literary success, Bukowski faced years of hardship and menial jobs. He worked as a dishwasher, truck driver, and postal clerk, experiences that heavily influenced his writing, providing material for his vivid depictions of the working class and marginalized individuals.

Iconic Works: Some of Bukowski's most famous works include novels like "Post Office," "Factotum," and "Ham on Rye." He also gained significant acclaim for his poetry collections such as "Love is a Dog From Hell" and "The Last Night of the Earth Poems." Bukowski's writing often reflected his own tumultuous personal experiences, earning him a reputation as a literary outsider.

Controversial Persona: Bukowski cultivated a rebellious and often controversial persona, both in his writing and personal life. He was known for his heavy drinking, womanizing, and confrontational attitude, which occasionally landed him in trouble with authorities. Despite this, his work resonated with many readers who appreciated his unfiltered portrayal of life's struggles.

Literary Legacy: Bukowski's influence extends far beyond his own lifetime. His works continue to be celebrated for their honesty, humour, and insight into the human condition. He inspired a new generation of writers and remains a significant figure in contemporary literature, with his books translated into multiple languages and his poems frequently quoted and referenced in popular culture.

[aeolianblues]

‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014, ‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014, ‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014, ‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014!

It’s not tumblr-core and it’s not Lana Del Ray or 2013 AM, it’s not #girl interrupted, it’s not Ethel Cain (she literally is an artist of our time, what are you on about.)

It was 2001 with the Strokes on the cover of the NME every 2 weeks, it was cabaret night and English poetry with the Libertines in 2002, it’s those red and blue military jackets, it was the fucking grease in Julian Casablancas’ hair, it’s ’cocaine was the banker’s drug’ quoth Alex Kapranos, it was Don't Go Back To Dalston and the heroin, it was red and black horizontal striped tops and tight black shirts as evening wear, it was Russell Lissak’s mop top and a full page interview with London hairdressers in the NME in 2005, it was Jack and Meg’s saturated red and white dresses, it was cut-and-paste glitter on the cover of Santigold’s first album, it was the sleaze and the sex of CSS’s music, it was ‘cold light, hot night’, it was the anti-Bush and anti-war stances of the bands at the time, it was America by Razorlight, it was Popworld on telly and Simon Amstel being a little shit to musicians, it was Karen O defying death on stage nightly, it was throwing up in shitty nightclubs on god knows what drugs, it was the fucking danger knowing this could all collapse any second—and rightly, it should. It was the godawful egos at DFA, it was knowing that while you were lucky to be seeing these bands live, you’d fucking hate them if you had to spend even a minute in their individual company. It was Amy Winehouse telling the world to get the fuck out of her business, it was Leslie Feist and Peaches sharing a dilapidated flat above a sex shop in Toronto.

It was horrible camera flash and red-eye editing softwares and putting your feet by the warm, spinning fans of your computer while it whirred away and downloaded your albums in *checks* 46 more minutes. It was horrible, it was dirty, it was gritty, we all hated it and thought the 90s were the last time music was good and that nothing good had happened since 1997. It was garishly bright clothes we were all embarrassed of by 2011, it was multiple layers and leggings and asking your mum to cut the itchy tag on the back of your low rise jeans only for her to snip your back. It was bell bottoms at the start of the decade. It being thankful that by 2017, no one would dream of wearing low rises anymore, please please, please let them never come back.

It was faux nostalgic of the past itself. It was ‘please make sure baby you’ve got some colours in there’ in your clothes. It was moral panic over emos. It was wanting to escape into a better past that you could see was visibly impoverished in the present. It was watching your favourite programmes become less and less relevant on air. It was watching MTV decisively die a horrible death. It was watching important venues and nightclubs get bulldozed. It was watching the last regular broadcast of Top Of The Pops in 2006. It was seeing how the 2009 financial crisis most definitely put a stop to independent music in the western world for a decade, it was watching the rise of bedroom DIY and electronic music. It was seeing the phrase ‘SoundCloud rapper’ being coined. It was the rise of Disney pop. It was counter-culture Justin Bieber hatred. It was the MS paint meme of those tumblr girls thoroughly unimpressed by the guy.

It was not using the words ‘indie sleaze’ at all, in fact. That’s a retconned word. It was garage rock revival. It was ‘post-grunge’. We didn’t care what it was called, we hated it all the same. It was a lead into a decade of despair and nihilism, it was the last hurrah for the music industry before it splintered into a thousand little online ecosystems, it was the last time we had physical community and any shared pop cultural moments. It was Live8 2005. It was the same as it is now, and it was a time that’ll never happen again, for better and for worse.

But one thing is for sure: it was decisively dead by 2014. Santi and Karen O’s 2012 collab was its last hurrah and it was dead by Comedown Machine by the Strokes (2013). It has nothing to do with 2014.

[extrajigs]

The MODERN MIRAN SCRIPT. Basically the continuation of the old school Chimeric that I covered in this post. That has most of the nitty gritty and this is more so about the branch of the language. The BIG info dump below the cut!

Chimeric is the original, a purely written language used by chimera when talking is unavailable. Written in a circle heading inwards with two defined lines of dialogue. The subject/action 'real' substance and the tonal, emotional intent of the writer and sometimes reader. Chimeric is still used by the remaining population to talk within their ranks, but nearly every chimera is at least bilingual depending on where they ended up. Back in Mirum the written language of Chimeric stayed behind but has been pretty heavily modified to better suit the reading style of the people that remained. Mainly Histin who cut out pretty much all the fluff and added a bit more structure.

So! As opposed to the radial style of Chimeric, Miran has double decker sentences. With the top row being the remnants of the Subject quarter and the bottom row being the Action quarter. Linkage of subjects and actions take place between the two lines. Plus there is a new form of linkage, the priority/influence links which show which subject is acting upon who, and define action sequences. While Chimeric is written inwards radially, Miran is written top to bottom, starting going from left to right then right to left and alternating down the page. Also circular paper is swapped for rectangular, think a standard 8x10. Still, you are expected to enclose sentences within two parentheses, lil hold over from the circular days. But to the outside perspective the largest difference between the two is their tones, or well overtonage of one and lack of tone in the other. Chimeric is the 3 paragraph overly detailed text, Miran is the single word response. Lest to say they do not mesh super well.

ANOTHER fun hold over I want to add but am still thinking over characters for is that for rare fancy words (poetry/music/heart speak) Miran can slide in a THIRD ROW in between the first and second. There the spoken tone quarter manages to eek out a meager Miran existence through a few dozen sets of characters to convey certain emotions and the like. Songs in Miran very often have multiple sets of lyrics overlaid in this fashion, the largest can have 5+ tonal rows.

Oh that reminds me! Miran DOES have a spoken equivalent. Or rather, the original shared Histin/Diagrevies language has been stretched over to fit better with the written word. That in itself has split the spoken word in Mirum in two once more, with spoken Miran and Draconic being the two main talkings. Histin typically only speak and read Miran, whilst Diagrevies will speak both; with their preference being draconic. A Diagrevies will typically have a Histin under their employ to read and write for them since ya know, they cannot see.

All this taken into consideration though, Miran and Chimeric are still basically two ways of writing the same basal language. Not that modern speakers like to admit that. But small character additions and style changes aside, if you can read one you can get the gist of the other. Miran is by far the most spoken in modern times tho. Its a little more accessible for different species than Chimeric.

Want to get more into the modern Mirum dealings. The chimera may be absent but their influence is still very plain to see if you know where to look.

[faggotmox]

something wonderfully important has happened! my "wrestling dad" josh shepard got his book of wrestling erasure poems published & it is up for sale (either 10$ or "name a fair price"). this is incredibly important to me as im one of the first people to have gotten the privilege to read these poems as josh wrote them. josh is incredibly important to me as a friend, he is the guy who introduced me to wrestling & gave me a deep, unrestricted passion for it.

josh is so fucking talented, & creative. he is also my favorite poet, not just bc he's my friend. the book's flow is dedicated to the flow of a wrestling match, following all the hallmarks (the lock up, big heat, the comeback, ect) with the themes of his poems to create a match like narrative for the book.

there are like three specific poems in the batch that i want tattooed on me, a stone cold one, a mick foley one, & a briscoe brother's piece. the aj lee pipebomb poem moved me to actual tears, even when i read it now. the macho man poem abt being bipolar struck me so hard i rethought my own feeling on my mental health. josh pushes impressive themes of capitalism, mental health, poverty, & family theoughout many of his poems. i know ive got a few wrestling fans here, & if you're also into poetry please considered josh's work. or just if you want to support a friend of mine.

a cool way to support josh's work is by requesting it at your local library! even suggesting to bookstores that have poetry sections or interacting with the work thats already published. following/reposting josh's work for exposure also is great.

bruiser zine said this:

The second volume in the BRUISER Zines series, Cutting Promos is a collection of pro wrestling erasure poems by the Oklahoma City poet Josh Shepard. Printed and assembled in Baltimore, this limited edition zine collects 26 poems previously published in BRUISER, HAD, The Daily Drunk and many other fine publications.

After being laid off at the onset of the pandemic, Shepard found comfort and inspiration in the glow of professional wrestling and its performers—their violent struggles, fighting spirit, and electric language—and from their speeches and promos that have inspired wrestling fans across the globe he delivers Cutting Promos, a collection of erasures that echoes the personalities, pursuits and perseverance of pro wrestling’s greatest, standing as a testament to life lived during Hard Times and deliverance through them.

[ IN CASE YOU MISSED THE LINK ABOVE TO BUY JOSH'S BOOK ] [ JOSH'S TWITTER | INSTA | LINKTR.EE* ] *a lot of the links don't work bc the publications went under :( but there's still quiet a few up for free here

support my kayfabe father!!! i watched him turn his hard times into beautiful pieces. even in the beginning when he only had 3 or 4, before he even thought he could make the book i saw his passion for these pieces. i was there for every heart wrenching rejection letter & every hard earned spot. every time he was working late at the library sending me new ideas bc he couldn't watch dynamite. every single wrestling poem josh has written has now been published & that is a huge success. he puts in the work like a wrestler puts in the work in the ring. hard hitting, gritty, & beautiful.