#mark wunderlich

[goreprofonde]

- Mark Wunderlich, Fragment of St. Julian.

[poem-today]

A poem by Mark Wunderlich

Raccoon in a Trap

The kidskin of his clever paws charcoal black and clawed like a witch

scratch at the turf.  Hanging his head he hunches like a bear and in his fur turns

a boggy funk, a whiff like the hairy belly of a man.  I carry the cage to the edge of the woods

and he barks, bares a grin of sharps, points a flinty nose, moist and smart

to read his future on the air.  I believe this is the thief who stole the nest of chicks,

tore the vent from a hen and ate her in the company of her peers—a  husbandman’s

springtime menace, the glowing eyes in the night.  In the orchard, morning clouds

disperse.  The sun returns for another run pulled by the beasts of myth

before I put the muzzle of the gun through the wires and fill his warm head with lead.

Mark Wunderlich

[myinspirationjournalquotes]

I imagine them as they wander the high peaks, rippling like figures underwater, like figures one dreams and forgets, a shape drawn and erased so only the pencil's impression remains.

From "First, Chill" by Mark Wunderlich

[secretsoftheuniverse1987]

I'm going to start a poetry collection for Dean Winchester and you may think the first addition would be something from the renowned classic and this, your living kiss or perhaps from lazarus rises (amongst other things) but it will, in fact, be The Prodigal by Mark Wunderlich

[ulkaralakbarova]

Carla Moran, a hard-working single mother, is raped in her bedroom by someone — or something — that she cannot see. Despite skeptical psychiatrists, she is repeatedly attacked by this invisible force. Could this be a case of hysteria or something more horrific? Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Carla Moran: Barbara Hershey Phil Sneiderman: Ron Silver Billy: David Labiosa Dr. Weber: George Coe Cindy Nash: Margaret Blye Dr. Cooley: Jacqueline Brookes Gene Kraft: Richard Brestoff George Nash: Michael Alldredge Joe Mehan: Raymond Singer Julie: Natasha Ryan Kim: Melanie Gaffin Jerry Anderson: Alex Rocco Mr. Reisz: Sully Boyar Woody Browne: Tom Stern Dr. Walcott: Allan Rich Film Crew: Director: Sidney J. Furie Screenplay: Frank De Felitta Producer: Harold Schneider Casting: Barbara Claman Editor: Frank J. Urioste Production Design: Charles Rosen Set Decoration: Jerry Wunderlich Hairstylist: Christine Lee Makeup Artist: Zoltan Elek Construction Coordinator: Bruce J. Gfeller Leadman: Nigel A. Boucher Set Designer: Daniel Gluck Set Designer: Boyd Willat Sound Effects Editor: Keith Stafford Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gregg Landaker Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Steve Maslow Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Bill Varney Stunt Coordinator: Chris Howell Camera Operator: Joe R. Marquette Jr. Still Photographer: John R. Hamilton Gaffer: Jon Timothy Evans Costume Supervisor: Nancy McArdle Music Editor: Ken Wilhoit Script Supervisor: H. Bud Otto Studio Teachers: Arlene Singer-Gross Unit Publicist: Lyla Foggia Location Manager: Robert Eggenweiler Original Music Composer: Charles Bernstein Director of Photography: Stephen H. Burum Executive Producer: Michael Leone Executive Producer: Andrew Pfeffer Stand In: Marcia Karr Property Master: Barry Bedig Sound Mixer: Willie D. Burton Special Effects Makeup Artist: James Kagel Special Effects Makeup Artist: Stan Winston Production Manager: David Salven Second Assistant Director: William Cosentino Assistant Property Master: Gene Anderson Leadman: Frank L. Brown Construction Foreman: Richard Eckols Painter: Anthony ‘AJ’ Leonardi Jr. Paint Coordinator: John Tyrrell Propmaker: Mark Sparks Cableman: Robert W. Harris Boom Operator: Marvin E. Lewis Special Effects: Martin Bresin Special Effects: Joe Digaetano Special Effects: Joe Lombardi Special Effects: Steve Lombardi Special Effects: Gary Monak Special Effects: Robert G. Willard Special Effects Makeup Artist: Jill Rockow Visual Effects Designer: William Cruse Visual Effects Camera: Sam DiMaggio Visual Effects Production Assistant: Margaret Goldsmith Visual Effects Production Assistant: Julie Kelly Visual Effects Production Assistant: Kim Waugh Stunts: John Ashby Stunts: Janet Brady Stunts: Ron Burke Stunts: William H. Burton Sr. Stunts: Eddy Donno Stunts: Kenny Endoso Stunts: Donna Garrett Stunts: Buddy Joe Hooker Stunts: Shawn Howell Stunts: Tommy J. Huff Stunts: Linda Jacobs Stunts: Gary McLarty Stunts: Ernie F. Orsatti Stunts: Harry Wowchuk Grip: Leon Ayres Grip: Ben Beaird First Assistant Director: Tommy Thompson Movie Reviews: John Chard: Very up and down in its telling of an horrendous story. This is the loosely based on facts story of Carla Moran, a woman who was allegedly tormented and sexually molested by an invisible demon. Regardless of if the facts of the case are fictionalised for impact, or if indeed there is any basis of truth to the attacks in question, The Entity as a film fails to rise above average due to sloppy direction and a very poor script, whilst the score from Charles Bernstein is akin to being hit over the head repeatedly with a blunt instrument. That said, the film isn’t a total wash out, there are genuine moments of dread in the piece, and most of the tension and fear is realised from a very credible performance from Barbara Hershey as Carla. The nature of the beast with this type of picture will always be open to either scoffing or a fear of the unknown, so to get the audience involved with a topic like this you really need your protagonist to be believable, Hershey manages to do this in spite of the character bei...

[sociologyonthemove]

A wander through Rhymney Street over Easter break by Macy White

As I embark on my sociological exploration of Cathays’ bustling streets, I am drawn to the materiality of place - the tangible expressions of urban life that shape our interactions and perceptions. Descending the steps from Crwys Road reveals a resplendent display of graffiti, injecting bursts of colour into the otherwise monotonous thoroughfare. Traversing the alleyway, the urban sounds emanating from Crwys Road gradually fade, signalling my departure from the commercial hub and entry into the place of my inquiry: Rhymney Street. Negotiating the scattered remnants of commercial consumption strewn across the pavement (Puwar 2019), I keenly feel the absence of the usual student energy that permeates this space. As Easter break unfolds and the students vacate, a quietude settles, allowing me to experience the changing temporal rhythms of this space. Conceptualising the street as a dynamic entity, shaped by cultural expressions and diverse mobilities (Hubbard and Lyon 2018), I delve into uncovering the ‘co-production of lives and landscape’ (Knowles 2011, p.137). Walking becomes my tool for immersion in the representational and lived world (Wunderlich 2008, p.125), facilitating an exploration of the essence of being in place (O’Neil and Hubbard 2010).

I embrace the flâneur, or rather the flâneuse - a wandering existence that combines elements of ‘reportage and poetique’ (Gantz 2005, pp.150- 152). In my walk, marked by its fluctuating pace and rhythm, I strive to align with the inherent rhythms of place, consciously ‘urban roaming’ (Rendell 2003, p.230 in Wunderlich 2008) to explore the landscape materially, physically, and sensually. Much like the 'discursive walk’, it transcends mere destination, inviting immersion in the journey itself (Wunderlich 2008, pp.132-133).

Turning left onto Rhymney Street, the absence of students, typically omnipresent in this lively enclave of Cathays, is palpable. The street, usually pulsating with youthful energy, now lies eerily quiet. Without their presence, the essence of the street transforms, and I sense the emptiness around me, discerning the absence of fellow pedestrians (Degen 2008). As I traverse its length, I am enveloped in an ‘intense sensuous encounter’, each step shaping my embodied experience and perception of the streetscape (Degen 2008, pp. 3-5). The transition beneath my feet, from rough concrete steps to smooth tiny concrete squares creates a ‘reciprocal and body-bound exchange with the environment’ (Wunderlich 2008, p.126). The air, devoid of the usual cacophony of voices, carries a stillness only broken by the distant hum of traffic echoing from Crwys Road. Navigating the street unencumbered by the usual obstacle course of debris and litter, I am struck by the unfamiliar tranquillity. It’s an unusual sensation, walking along a street typically alive with fellow students, now deserted. The pavement, usually a bustling thoroughfare, now bears witness to my lone walk (Rose 2020), its surface worn by the countless footsteps that have traversed it. Amidst the quietude, a blossom tree captivates my gaze, its petals scattered like confetti in a celebration of spring’s arrival. Stepping onto the road, I’m drawn by the ethereal beauty of the blossoms, their vivid hues contrast the usual sight of litter-strewn pavements. The fragrance of spring fills my nose, a refreshing departure from the usual odours of exhaust and decay. Blossoms carpet the ground, untouched and undisturbed. As my gaze follows the meandering path of the road, its unconventional zigzag design symbolises the intricate dance of spatial negotiation it represents. The narrowness of the street presents challenges for various forms of mobility, each encounter requiring a dance of movement and direction. Today, however, is different - allowing me to move freely. Returning to the narrow path, I contemplate the dynamics of access and mobility that define this space, pondering the diverse ways in which we perform in urban space (Amin and Thrift 2002; Wunderlich 2008).

Moving along the stream of Victorian terrace houses, the sight of vacant parking spaces saturates the landscape, a clear indicator of the residents' temporary absence. Each empty slot stands as a silent testament to the usual vibrancy, now momentarily subdued. A few cars linger, their ownership a mystery amidst the desolate scene. Nearby, a lone pigeon pecks at the pavement, its rhythmic bobbing a solitary dance amidst the stillness. Having traversed this path countless times, I’ve observed how the space is a product of human activity, where the lively rhythms of student life imbue this space as inherently social in its construction and interpretation (Lefebvre 1991). Yet today, the absence of students renders the street eerily tranquil. Noticing the absence of food bins, typically present after bin collection, I am struck by the street’s newfound pristineness, unencumbered by the remnants of urban life. Sunlight filters through the clouds, casting elongated shadows across the pavement, accentuating the architectural intricacies of the surrounding houses. With each step, I engage kinaesthetically, attuned to the rhythm of my own movement and the surrounding environment (Wunderlich 2008). My breathing slows in harmony with the leisurely pace of my urban stroll, while my footsteps echo the unhurried tempo of the street’s dynamic. The atmosphere unfolds with a subdued rhythm of its own, the usual clamour of activity now replaced by a serene ambiance. Delving deeper into the sensory tapestry of nature, I hear the gentle rustle of the leaves, the occasional chirp of a passing bird, inviting introspection and contemplation of the city. The warm caress of sunlight on my face adds to the pleasure of the walk, casting a glow over the streetscape. As I exchange a smile with a fellow student passing by, I am struck by the serenity that surrounds us. In this moment, we are the sole occupants of this street, a rare occurrence in this part of the city. I am reminded of my own embodiment, the familiarity of the encounter, the shared understanding of navigating these streets as students, creating a sense of connection without interaction (Neal et al. 2015). As our paths briefly intersect, I reflect on the temporal dimension of student life. The ebb and flow of the academic calendar define and shape not only our existence but also the rhythms of the city.

Walking along, I approach the bridge spanning over the adjacent train tracks, its steel arches stretch like a symbolic gateway connecting this student-centric streetscape to the vibrant allure of City Road. As I gaze upon it, thoughts of the diverse inhabitants of this city flood my mind, where the city serves as a conduit for connection. This ‘two-way encounter between mind and the city’ (Lefebvre 1996, pp.104-111) reminds me that I’m not solely in a student landscape but rather in a multicultural urban metropolis (Watson 2016). An older man descends the bridge onto Rhymney Street. He carries food shopping bags, their weight causing his shoulders to droop slightly, a testament to the practicalities of everyday urban life. The subtle nod of his head, dictated by the rhythm of his music, suggests a detachment from the external urban world, lost in the melodies playing through his headphones to drown out the city’s noise (Back 2017). Despite the absence of the usual energy that permeates this space, his presence enriches the street’s dynamic rhythms, adding depth to its urban symphony. As he moves ahead, I’m reminded of the interconnectedness of people and the myriad stories woven into these fluid and ever-changing streets (Hubbard and Lyon 2018), embodying the ‘intricate ballet’ of urban life - a choreography of pedestrian movements and social interaction (Jacobs 1961, p.65). A car passes by its zigzagging motion echoing the street’s unconventional design, momentarily startling me with its disruption. Music blares from its speakers, briefly drowning out the rare ambient sounds of the street. In the distance, a group of older adults stroll leisurely, their laughter and animated conservation filling the air. As the car fades into the distance and the laughter of the group recedes, I’m reminded of the array of human experience that animate the city streets.

Wandering along, I’m drawn into the unique narratives ingrained into each property, like a curious observer unravelling the mysteries woven into their walls. These houses, though aged, each tell a diverse story: some have been modernised or re-vitalised with vibrant coats of paint, while others wear their age with dignity, their earthy-toned exteriors hinting at decades of history. Rhymney Street stretches out before me, its length a reminder of the multitude of stories that intersect and intertwine along its path. The homes wear the marks of their inhabitants, from the eclectic display of empty alcohol bottles to the colourful tapestries distinguishing one dwelling from the next. Amidst the mosaic of houses, a bright sky-blue residence catches my eye, its vibrant cheerful hue radiating a welcoming aura. Verdant plants grace its windows, their leaves glistening in the gentle sunlight that filters through. Three empty gin bottles, repurposed as candle holders, stand as quirky ornaments, their colourful wax sticks casting a playful glow. Fairy lights drape elegantly, their soft illumination dancing against the drawn curtains. This dwelling radiates a sense of belonging, a visual testament to the thriving community that calls these walls home. This way of walking to learn the city (Back 2017) unveils the intricate intermingling of the senses that transcend the body, inviting us to observe and grasp the essence of place (Amin and Thrift 2002). As the sun dips behind the cloud, casting a shadow over the street, the pattern of drawn curtains and the absence of lights hint at the departure of these residents, revealing the temporal nuances encountered along the way.

Arriving at the end of Rhymney Street, I’m greeted by a vibrant tableau. This segment of the street, leading directly to the nearby ‘student’ pubs, pulsates with vitality and motion. Cars squeeze into filled parking spaces, creating a patchwork of haphazard arrangements along the path. The houses exude a sense of occupancy, curtains drawn open and lights on, imbuing the area with life. Ahead, three young people emerge from their house, one recoiling in disgust at the sight of open food bags strewn by their doorstep, with a screechy ‘eww’. They deftly navigate the obstacle course of debris with a rhythmic sidestep, sharing laughter as they go. Continuing my walk, the sounds of laughter, conversation, and music drift from the nearby houses, filling the air with a lively energy. The shift in ambiance is striking, with a vibrant vitality animating the landscape. Diverse individuals move along the street, using it as a thoroughfare to access the nearby commercial activity, intertwining place, journey, and people (Knowles 2011). In the absence of the usual student rhythms, other groups of individuals emerge, their presence becoming more visible against the backdrop of the urban setting. As I approach the street’s end, I peer over the boundary wall, absorbing the diverse tapestry of urban life below. Cars stop and accelerate, engines humming. Pedestrians hurry along the pathways, their strides embodying a ‘purposive walk’ of constant rhythmic and rapid pace (Wunderlich 2008, p.131). Deliveroo bikes dart through the traffic with purpose and urgency. The cacophony of movement and the scent of exhaust amalgamate through my embodied perception, mediating my sense of place (Degen 2008, pp. 4-6). The array of mobilities enrich the urban rhythms of Cathays, reaffirming that urban life is everywhere and in everything (Amin and Thrift 2002). Standing still, I’m struck by the contrast that while Rhymney Street rests, the urban city continues to pulse with urban rhythmicity – it never sleeps (Smith and Hall 2013). Turning around to admire the length of Rhymney Street, its expansive stretch reveals it as more than just a thoroughfare – it’s a social hub with its own unique cast of characters, embodying ‘the shifting social and cultural terrains of urban life’ (Barker 2009, p.155). I reflect how the return of students will transform the streets’ dynamic again, where everyday life redefines the polyrhythms (Smith and Hall 2013) and materiality of place. Turning to leave, the yellow double lines of the street stretch out before me like a guiding beacon, bidding farewell to Rhymney Street as I re-join the rhythm of urban life, journeying back into the heart of the city.

Methodological Note

The ‘rhythm of walking generates a rhythm of thinking’ (Solnit 2001, p.5), where mind, body, and the sensory stimuli of place coalesce (Ingold and Lee Vergunst 2016; Springgay and Truman 2017). Walking serves as a mediated and constructed pathway, imbued with kinaesthetic richness, guiding our exploration of place by sensitising our bodies to the phenomenological processes of existence (Solent 2001; Wunderlich 2008; O’Neil and Hubbard 2010). For Knowles (2011, p.136), these journeys provide imaginative tools to delve into the ‘fabric and fabrication of cities’, offering insights into the idiosyncratic construction of lived experience and place. As described by Ingold, they constitute an ‘improvised matrix of movement’ connecting physical spaces with the social practices that shape them (2000, pp. 220-226). This fluidity and interconnection inherent in walking affords a deeper understanding of the multifaceted processes through which landscapes are formed, experienced, valued, and contested (Watson 2006; Macpherson 2016). City walks, with their capacity to stimulate new perspectives and narratives, peel back the layers of overlapping social, historical, and contested materialities woven into the urban tapestry. This way of engaging with the city ‘from below’ (Back 2014), provides a means to explore the multi-temporality, rhythmicity, and socio-sensory processes of the landscape (Amin and Thrift 2002).

My reflexive journey aimed to contextualise the diverse mobilities and urban rhythms of the streetscape by juxtaposing them with my previous experiences. Using walking to tap into the ‘sociological imagination’ (Mills 1959), I observed in-situ how the influx of students shapes the social, material, and physical landscape. Immersing myself in the sounds, smells, and sights of my journey fostered an embodied ‘phenomenological sense of place’ (Pink 2008, p.178), deepening my personal connection to the city. My walk intended to uncover the stories and histories woven within the streetscape while remaining attuned to the ‘music of the city’ (Lefebvre 1996, p.227). The rhythms of the city serve as the coordinates through which individuals frame and organise their urban experiences (Amin and Thrift 2002, p.17). By examining cities through the journeys that traverse them (Knowles 2011), we can unveil the intricate interplay of urban dynamics, cultural expressions, and spatial configurations that flow through and define city life. The infrastructure of Rhymney Street dictated my pace; its long, linear layout, devoid of the usual pedestrian flows, allowed me to pause, reflect, and freely navigate the streetscape without conforming to its typical rhythms. By acknowledging the fluidity of urban representation (Knowles 2011), I aimed to capture the evolving essence of urban existence through employing a ‘literary sociology’ approach, embracing writing that mirrored the creativity and fluidity inherent in the walk itself (Back, 2007, p. 164). My student identity and familiarity with the city are significant, as they provided context-specific knowledge about its identity and connection to the student community. This reinforced my sense of belonging and identity, influencing my experience, perspective, and interpretation. Focusing on the street as a synecdoche for the city (Amin and Thrift 2002), I sought to uncover how the streetscape comes alive, is lived in, and moves with the rhythm of urban life.

References

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Back, L. 2007. The art of listening. New York, Ny; Bloomsbury Academic.

Back, L. 2014. Reflections: Writing cities. In: Jones, H. and Jackson, E. 2014. Stories of Cosmopolitan Belonging: Emotion and Location. Hoboken: Taylor and Francis.

Back, L. 2017. Memory, City Life and Walking. In: Bates, C. and Rhys-Taylor, A. eds. Walking Through Social Research. London: Routledge, pp. 20-37.

Barker, J. 2009. Introduction: Street Life. City & Society 21(2), pp. 155–162.

Degen, M. 2008. Sensing cities: regenerating public life in Barcelona and Manchester. London; New York: Routledge.

Gantz, K. 2005. Strolling with Houellebecq: The Textual Terrain of Postmodern “Flânerie.” Journal of Modern Literature 28(3), pp. 149–161.

Hubbard, P., Lyon, D. 2018. Introduction: Streetlife – the shifting sociologies of the street. The Sociological Review 66(5), pp. 937–951.

Jacobs, J. 1961. The Death and Life of Great American Cities. New York: Vintage Books. Lee Vergunst, J., Ingold, T. 2016. Ways of Walking. Routledge. Knowles, C. 2011. Cities on the move: Navigating urban life. City 15(2), pp. 135–153. Lefebvre, H. 1996. Writings on Cities. Oxford: Blackwell Publishing. pp. 147–159.

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O’Neill, M., Hubbard, P. 2010. Walking, sensing, belonging: ethno-mimesis as performative praxis. Visual Studies 25(1), pp. 46–58.

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[wyrmalien]

Thank you for the tag, red!!!

1) The last book I read

A Children's Bible by Lydia Millet! It was pretty okay, but not really what I had expected

2) A book I reccomend

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski <3 worlds least accessible book but I adore it, if you feel up to reading it you absolutely must

3) A book I couldn't put down

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher, a very cool take on the Fall of the House of Usher that I really really enjoyed

4) A book I've read twice (or more)

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux :) autism.

5) A book on my TBR

God of Nothingness: Poems by Mark Wunderlich. picked this up purely because the cover looked fun I am not immune to judging a book by its cover

6) A book I've put down

WEYWARD BY EMILIA HART. borderline TERFy women bloodlines witch book I haaaate it I don't know if I will ever finish it

7) A book on my wishlist

Cath Maige Tuired physical edition.....I long for you.

8) A favourite book from childhood

Maybe A Fox by Kathi Appelt, a very beautiful book to me that I absolutely reccomend. I've read and reread this one a lot as well

9) A book you would give to a friend

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sôsuke Natsukawa, its fun and silly and I like the weird worldbuilding

10) A nonfiction book you own

The Wager by David Grann, which was very very good, I couldn't wait to read more

11) What are you currently reading?

"Bobcat" and other short stories by Rebecca Lee, its just okay so far

12) What do you plan on reading next?

Omnibus by Dylan Thomas

Eyeeeee don't feel like tagging sorry. if you see this consider yourself tagged :}

13 books!

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

(I was tagged by the kind @glueblade, thanks for sending the ask!)

1) The Last book I read:

The Lost Metal, by Brandon Sanderson

2) A book I recommend:

I really enjoyed The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller!

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

It's a clichéed response, but Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. Damn but I loved Gideon (the character) from the start and I wanted to know more about her.

Also Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett. My favourite of his so far!

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

Do mangas count? Because I've read the Fullmetal Alchemist series by Hiromu Arakawa quite a number of times lol

5) A book on my TBR:

The rest of the Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells. I only read the first novella so far, and I'm hooked!

6) A book I’ve put down:

I tried to read The Well of Time a couple of times, and I've never quite managed. I don't know why it just doesn't click with me.

7) A book on my wish list:

God, so many. I'd be curious to read anything by R. F. Kuang, like the Poppy Wars series and Babel.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

I was a big fan of the Bartimaeus series by Jonathan Shroud. Barty is still one of my favourite narrators ever.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

I have the tendency to lend my books to my friends, does it count? For one, I got two of them hooked on the Stormlight Archive series by Brandon Sanderson that way. I have a friend who would really like Uprooted by Naomi Novik too, but I haven't had the occasion to lend it to her yet!

11) A nonfiction book you own:

I like reading history books these days! So I have a few of Martin Wall's books about Anglo-Saxon history, and couple of books about the Viking age and the Roman era too.

12) What are you currently reading:

Artificial Condition, bu Martha Wells, and Irish History by Neil Hegarty.

13) What are you planning on reading next?

Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett. And a lot, lot more lol...

I tag... @baepsae-7, @andordean, @mass-convergence, @kelenloth, @ramblesanddragons and anyone who would want to try! But no pressure if you don't have the time!

[sweatermuppet]

from on the autobiographical impulse by mark wunderlich, published in "god of nothingness"

[Text ID: Am I more tender because I am penetrable? How many men have been inside my body? /End ID]

[elizabethanism]

That the wind blows and the birches outside my window sing a little.

And that cooing and chucking of the dove I hear is also a kind of song.

That the difference between the living and the dead is mostly one of conjugation.

—Mark Wunderlich, from "Proposition"

[mythologyofblue]

Some days arrive with what feels like hope

and the sky bleeds gold like a flame.

-Mark Wunderlich

[ixalitsplace]

“The Trick” by Mark Wunderlich, The Anchorage

[headlightsforever]

That we were born suffering, but that we are not meant to suffer. That the wind blows and the birches outside my window sing a little.

- Mark Wunderlich, "Proposition" from God of Nothingness

[ixalit]

Do you have any queer book recs? Fiction, nonfiction, poetry... I’ll take anything really 😅

I do!

I’ll put my queer fiction/fantasy, nonfiction, and poetry recs below the cut. 

Fiction/Fantasy

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

One of my all-time favorite books. Ever. Seriously, I’ve read it so many times I could probably quote parts back to you. It reads like poetry with a beautiful story and happy ending. It’s about two teenage boys in El Paso, Texas who become friends and eventually more. The author himself is also gay. 

There’s also a sequel, Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World, coming later in 2021

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

I think one of the reasons I like this book (and series) is because it reads like fanfiction. That’s probably because it... kind of is! It’s a similar universe to Harry Potter, with a magical boarding school and a “chosen one” who needs to defeat an antagonist. But there’s also a lot more narrators, funny snark, and gay makeouts.

This is part of a series. Wayward Son is the second book, and the third book, Any Way the Wind Blows, is coming in July 2021. 

Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat

Again, I think one of the reasons I love this series so much is because it reads like fanfiction. And that’s probably because it was originally posted on LiveJournal!

It’s official summary is: “Damen is the true heir to the throne, but when his half brother seizes power, Damen is captured, stripped of his identity and sent to serve the Prince of a rival nation as a pleasure slave.” But IMO it’s so much more than this. This series is fascinating and intriguing and I couldn’t put it down. 

Warnings for a shitton of unresolved sexual tension and several explicit scenes, including noncon. 

This is part of a trilogy. Here is the second book, The Prince’s Gambit, and the third is Kings Rising.

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong 

This book is a letter from a son in his late 20s to a mother who can’t read. It’s beautifully written and heartbreaking and a wonderfully brutal look at race, class, masculinity, and family.

Ocean Vuong is also a poet, and it definitely shows in his writing in the best way. 

Nonfiction

When Brooklyn Was Queer by Hugh Ryan

I bought this as a Stucky fan to help my own fic writing, but came to love it for so many other reasons too. It’s an amazingly researched look into the queer history of Brooklyn, New York spanning the 1850s through the late 1900s. It’s full of just as many funny stories as heartbreaking ones, and was riveting the whole way through (as well as giving me a much-needed education for my writing). 

This Book Is Gay and What’s The T? by Juno Dawson

I got these books when I was starting to exploring my gender and sexuality. They’re very informative and easy to read, and were a wonderful resource for my parents to learn about the lgbt+ community after I came out. Since then, I’ve used them in my sex-ed classes and recommended them to many queer teen and parent groups I’ve been asked to speak at. 

To give you a taste, some of the chapters in This Book Is Gay are “Where to Meet People Like You”, “The Ins and Outs of Gay Sex”, and “Stereotypes Are Poo.” The author herself is also trans. 

Poetry

Crush and War of The Foxes by Richard Siken ( @richardsiken-poet )

If you are gay, on tumblr, or in fandom, there’s probably a 99% chance you’ve heard of or read something by Richard Siken. Both of these books are full of impactful words and beautiful (and sometimes horrible but still beautiful) imagery. I have yet to find any other poet that comes close to his unique brand of poetry. 

Please, The Tradition, and The New Testament by Jericho Brown

Please focuses on love and violence, and has become one of my favorite books of poetry. 

The Tradition deals with how we’ve become accustomed to fear and terror in all aspects of life - bedroom, classroom, workplace, the movie theater... His poems discuss everything from mass shootings, rape, police brutality, and homophobia, and it’s a beautiful book. 

The New Testament is more about examining race, masculinity, and sexuality in the context of religion. It’s a wonderful look at life, death, rituals, good and bad, shame, and culture. 

The Anchorage and Voluntary Servitude by Mark Wunderlich

The Anchorage is a beautiful collection of poems that all seem to relate to each other in a web of repeated details and voice. It’s split into four sections and takes you on a journey when you read it altogether. 

Voluntary Servitude is largely about love, sex, betrayal, family, and heartbreak. It’s full of strong imagery and beautiful words. I would put this, Crush by Richard Siken, and Please by Jericho Brown into the same category. I absolutely love them all. 

Collected Poems by Thom Gunn

This is a big book of most of Thom Gunn’s poetry and includes his books Fighting Terms, My Sad Captains, Jack Straw’s Castle, Touch, The Man With Night Sweats, and more. It covers many subjects throughout his life and career including HIV/AIDS. He’s heavy on and more formal with meter than some other poets, so if you like that, give it a try!

Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong

Another from Ocean Vuong! This one is a poetry collection that looks at everything from love, romance, and family to memory, grief, and war. It’s also beautifully gentle, and I’m always left stunned by his words. 

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This year I did not love the first snow

From "First, Chill" by Mark Wunderlich

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Winter Study by Mark Wunderlich

Two days of snow, then ice and the deer peer from the ragged curtain of trees.

Hunger wills them, hunger pulls them to the compass of light

spilling from the farmyard pole. They dip their heads, hold

forked hooves above snow, turn furred ears

to scoop from the wind the sounds of hounds, or men.

They lap at a sprinkling of grain, pull timid mouthfuls from a stray bale.

The smallest is lame, with a leg healed at angles, and a fused knob

where a joint once bent. It picks, stiff, skidding its sickening limb

across the ice's dark platter. Their fear is thick as they break a trail

to the center of their predator's range. To know the winter

is to ginger forth from a bed in the pines, to search for a scant meal

gleaned from the carelessness of a killer.

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