#i am poetry and i am death
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neuroticboyfriend · 1 year ago
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i feel my emotions so effortlessly. so. effortlessly.
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wearefallensouls · 10 months ago
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You are stuck in a time loop.
This Road by Poe / post by @janemorris / Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990), dir. Tom Stoppard / Circles by Marion Ethel Hamilton / Happy Death Day (2017), dir. Christopher Landon / Alan Wake II / Fatigue Empire by Cynthia Cruz / Black Sails episode XXXII
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applestorms · 29 days ago
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the fact that he’s looking directly at himself…
horror at the sight of your own innocence. the first thing you re-learn is that you were always cursed to fall. the rapture, the upside-down ascension, the death of the human— overcoming, overwhelming. transcending mortal bounds, crossing the bridge to the other side, seeing what makes the shadows without ever leaving the cave. self-consciousness, and the übermensch. in order to attain true godhood, one must first fully relinquish the vestigial traces of their depleting humanity. animal origins grow into human, social acceptance as the “civilized” man— but what comes next? where to go, where to run, when you fly into the sun and mistake its light for your own?
do you think it hurts, to remember?
it always shocks me how quickly he recovers after this point, how far his denial goes, the repression of his remaining empathy. the impressive extent of his dedication— and, ultimately, all for the sake of self preservation, to continue seeing the purity, the wholesomeness reaffirmed. light yagami has the survival instinct of a prey animal overdosing epinephrine. he kills two people by accident, and then takes down half the world just to prove he was right.
who is he, at this moment? where does he go when KIRA takes his body back? it seems like he accepts possession so easily, so long as it is done by the correct god— his own god, his own self. a=a, tautological identification, a soul shared between two names until the face in the mirror stops looking like yourself.
i was searching, earlier this week, for a clear instance of when he grows up— that classic coming of age moment, Manhood finally achieved. there are a few potential options to consider: his coming of age ceremony, marked by his first suit, tears shed by a chthonic companion as he matches a face to the name of the man behind the cameras. or perhaps a bit later, as he builds up to taking over the title of L, a slow transition over yotsuba as he stops automatically bowing to his father's will and takes on his role as hidden director instead. or maybe, at the very beginning? watching the notebook fall, writing his first names, his earliest stumble into grace and heavenly sanctity...
none of these moments fit. in not one of these cases does light yagami grow up. he changes, sure, he shifts, he goes through the motions, sneaks out of old cycles and breaks in the new ones. but not once does he Grow, does he sit back and truly Reflect. he looks into his past and he grieves his younger self, the stain on his soul he must take for all the lesser beings onto which he bestows his glorious salvation. he calls his actions criminal, but a necessary evil for the sake of a world, to achieve the moral standard he was always taught to uphold. he graduates. he moves out. he leaves his family behind.
but not once does he grow up.
he grows older. he watches his sister's health decline, sits by his father's deathbed and listens to him regurgitate his own lies back at him. he crawls across the dirty floor of a warehouse, soaked in his own blood, begging for the impossible as his 40 seconds tick away. he spends six years reigning as a god, believing the same lies he told himself when he was seventeen, when he made his first mistake and didn't know how to accept it. he does not move on. he does not grow.
perhaps that's the true tragedy of this moment, that for every memory he regains of the past, he learns nothing of the future. such a static entity, in the end.
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compare the framing here, between ch.1 and ch.53. he never stops looking at it the same way, sweating and nervous and terrified. he knew what this entailed, right from the beginning. tragedy is to be found only in the lies he allowed himself to believe in the interim. note the addition of headphones, in the previous spread— he won't even allow himself to hear his own screams.
pack it all away, buddy. you'll face the reality of your finite, mortal lifespan soon enough.
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heathcliff-the-unworthy · 4 months ago
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This kind of machine is impossible.
theolddivorcedzukka / the creation of adam, michelangelo / source unknown / perpetual motion, wikipedia / wide sargasso sea, jean rhys / the crucible, arthur miller / swing time, zadie smith / design by johann bessler / perpetual motion, wikipedia / haunted women, heather havrilesky / photo by ronen zvulun / i wrote this for you, iain S. thomas / perpetual motion, wikipedia / art by Rea Kolarova + quote from the house on marshland, louise glück, image creator unknown. / a questionnaire, noor unnahar / selected works, yi sang
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fromtheseventhhell · 8 months ago
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"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister? | Jon VI
--metaphorical knives at feigning neutrality regarding his sister
Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold... | Jon XIII
--literal knives from breaking that neutrality to save her
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the-ghost-king · 10 months ago
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Of Tender Death and Perpetual Care
markus zusak, the book thief // tweet by @petfurniture // gustav klimt, mother and child // jk. rowling, harry potter and the deathy hallows // andrew wyeth, perpetual care // ocean vuong, on earth we're briefly gorgeous // oscar wilde, the canterville ghost // henry scott holland, death the king of terrors // markus zusak, the book thief // hugo simberg, the garden of death // markus zusak, the book thief
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forest-fire-witness · 1 month ago
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You are Spring.
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gibuckaroo · 8 months ago
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achilles and patroclus; he is half of my soul as the poets say.
[original text in post: When you took Patroclus from Achilles— is this what he felt? When he saw him lifeless and pale and unmoving in another soldier's arms as they delivered the very reason he was here on earth—did he feel the ground move from under him? Did he feel time cease? Did he feel the way I do now? Out of breath, out of life, out of time, out of love. When you took his person, did he also want to dig a hell of his own?]
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poems-of-the-anentomologist · 4 months ago
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suffocating 
I’m doing the dishes again
Staring into the water
At that boy
How can I call myself a girl when the face that stares back
Is just another random boy
You’d see playing on a subrban corner
My name isn’t my name
People don’t call me by my name
I’ve been cut off
From everyone
If I died tonight
Nobody would notice
Just another kid
Just another teen suicide
It’s better than the alternative
To suffocate in this form
Would be preferable
To living in a world where nobody sees me
It’s better than the alternative
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hersurvival · 4 months ago
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unwell. and i want to be able to say, "ignore this, all of this. this dark and edgy protective coating." to chalk it all up to the books I read or that i became a poet due to the fact that i twisted my mind to romanticize the smallest things just to cope with them and now i cannot stop falling into limerance, all-consuming obsession, with opposing parallels and forced symbolism. but this glimmer of darkness has been shifting, twisting, evolving from the beginning, born with something rotten in the pit of my stomach my mother called demented. desperate to find something to scare me, something to fear that's not of my mind's own creation. and i wonder if there's a corner yet untouched by shadows, i wonder if the void is still consuming all the light i touch, or if it has reached capacity, the same way i wonder how a dagger through the heart might feel or being chased through unknown woods and dragged onto the road.
how much can i take, how much are you capable of?
one day i will die and i want to know what it will be like.
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shaylogic · 5 months ago
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"Love and Death" (1824) by Lord Byron
I watched thee when the foe was at our side,     Ready to strike at him--or thee and me, Were safety hopeless--rather than divide     Aught with one loved, save love and liberty.
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I watched thee on the breakers, when the rock     Received our prow, and all was storm and fear, And bade thee cling to me through every shock;     This arm would be thy bark, or breast thy bier.
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I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes,     Yielding my couch, and stretched me on the ground When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise     From thence, if thou an early grave hadst found.
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The earthquake came, and rocked the quivering     And men and nature reeled as if with wine. Whom did I seek around the tottering hall?     For thee.  Whose safety first provide for?  Thine
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And when convulsive throes denied my breath     The faultest utterance to my fading thought, To thee--to thee--e'en in the gasp of death     My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought.
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Thus much and more; and yet thou lov'st me not,     And never wilt!  Love dwells not in our will. Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot     To strongly, wrongly, vainly love thee still.
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I can't believe I'm being made to ride or die for Taylor Swift but some of the Christians condemning other Christians for listening to her are behaving like they've never heard a song before
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all-or-nothing-baby · 3 months ago
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i saw the tv glow and took a breath that was the and biggest most satisfying lung-full of air in forever and a day oh that O² oh me oh my and oh hell how i simultaneously choked asphyxiated suffocated so utterly and so completely to the sound of my own slow death but somehow still managed to drag my stiff bones home to the place that is safe though that word has a different meaning for me yet now here i am i am here stuck like a pig on a spit roasting myself in the very room i allegedly live in and can't stop won't stop staring at my notself my very wrong reflection in the cruelly mirrored on/off too-big screen friend and am crying and crying and smiling and smiling because maybe just maybe there is still time for me and for him there is there is there is is there is there is there though where is it i can't see it can't see that time and what if it's because it's run out actually run away from me what then what then what oh how about this i could just stop time again and make art of the way i've been destroyed and put back together a billion times a day all day everyday ad infinitum for my too-many years on this mad spinning rock yes what about this and what about that how about if i draw something write something with all of the snot and the tears and the sweat and the blood and the piss and the shit all of it because it is everydamnwhere all over the place hanging around or hanging on wait no no wait i know i'll just sit here instead and write this void post to my phone from my head to my phone like i'm dead dead already then i'll scramble myself like the egg that i am to wipe my face clean and put on an old shirt and comfort show and some graces whilst having at it and apologising more and again to everyone all of them every thing living dead in both worlds real and not both the ones in my head and in each and every universe the multi quantum static channel and say sorry so sorry i'm so so sorry for that and for this and for hernotmehim for your fiction and mine and for the terribly simple and complex horror that is my hellish existence a blight on all yours but it's okay even though it's really not really no more please i can't well okay just one more time yeah it's okay it's alright i'll just keep smiling keep breathing and keep dying again yeah just like this just like that because hey it's okay as it is always 10.30pm on a saturday night somewhere, right?
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visceravalentines · 17 days ago
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from October, by Louise Glück
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psychopomp-recital · 3 months ago
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I am in the religion of stained finger nails, scraped knees and ancestor bones.
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My church is my fingers through my hair as I braid, the lighting bugs on my porch rail, and the songs someone long gone used to sing.
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burquillos · 1 year ago
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what are your overall thoughts on the fontaine arc so far? i've been dying to know!
OooHhh I LoVED IT!!
I wasn't as hyped for Fontaine as I was with Sumeru (but that's just due to aesthetic preference and because the forest region and the akademiya resonates with me) but I really enjoyed the ride including the world quests.
The storytelling was a bit different and it felt like they've learned a lot from former AQs. It was less bombastic and more subtle (at the start) and the scope of the story was a lot smaller relative to Sumeru/Inazuma. Which was PERFECT buildup for the reveal at the end.
For me it has the same sense of heartfelt fantasy of the Mondstadt AQs but also the layers and big reveals of the Sumeru AQs (both quests that I really love!!)
I knew they were cooking. I was patient and my patience was greatly rewarded. That is all I could ask for as an audience. The catharsis was delicious 👌👌👌
AND YET they are not done yet. Still so many unanswered questions. Major endgame players like Skirk and the Hexenzirkel are starting to show their hand. But Furina (or Nuevillete's??) 2nd Story Quest is still bound to happen + Interlude chapter(s) as well as our annual Dainsleif shenanigans is still something to look forward to and I am excited 😊🎉👏!!!
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