#my fav poem ever
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the-hot-zone · 26 days ago
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recommendations for @mail-me-a-snail & honestly everyone who follows me bc y'all know i give out recommendations like candy. i think especially you may like I think love is something that happens to other people and HOW TO BE A DOG (the latter is similar to Your Faithful Servant).
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swordheld · 1 year ago
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how did u choose your username?
oh, this is a fun one!! i think i considered being swordtold at first, for that very ancient myth vibe of the sword being this narrative tool for adventure and structure and physical time, the parable being passed down through the centuries until it meddles into modern day rhetoric and ideology – a kind of fantastical tool, a spark of magic, of possibility.
i like the arc of the story of a place being physical / having it be held by time and hand alike, wearing with the years and having it become something different to each holder, each reader, each experience fantastical and individual.
having that kind of physicality to it; swordheld is the action of taking up and holding the sword yourself, choosing your own narrative, leading your own story. self-identity has always been something i struggle with (a novel concept i know, i know), so it felt right for this blog, since most of my older blogs before this one have been just me silently reblogging and never really posting anything myself, and i wanted this to be the change to that.
i've always had trouble wranging my social anxiety, esp. on the internet, and previously thought that keeping my words to myself helped keep the timeline cleaner, in a way, no messy thoughts for others to sort through, especially ones i believed no one would want to read anyway? but it never felt right, keeping myself apart from it all, esp. not in the way i so avidly enjoyed reading others' posts and additions, keeping their words close to my heart.
i wanted it to reflect that this was a space i was holding for myself? and i'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but this - this i think i got right. i love being here, on this blog, and the joy that it brings me. everyone else enjoying it too has been a wild ride that i never expected, and still surprises me, one that brings a little extra thrill to my heart whenever i think about it.
i had other urls that i liked, but i didn't want this blog to be tied directly to any of my fandom/story interests, since i wanted it to really just be a sort of archive of artistic inspiration and resource, like a little library or museum. i use them now as lil sideblogs of more niche interests now, which is rather lovely.
it hasn't always felt like it fit perfectly, the way that i'd like, but for some reason i can't think of really wanting to change it anytime soon. it feels mythic yet modern in a way that feels like puzzle pieces finally slotting into their place, something my own and inspirational to me, like a lantern i'm holding to make my way by. my own kind of light, if that makes sense – a star i know by name.
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undeadvinyls · 7 months ago
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The void calls your name, she says,
And to you, the universe is beautiful
And the universe, calls you their beloved.
And the world, It cradles you like an absence that crushes your soul. Can you, Can you call the world beautiful like it calls you?
i can <3
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yakultii · 4 months ago
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really gotta sleep but just accidentally wrote a lil poem¿ for main yipee this poem is exactly how I feel about my entire existence but more specifically I was lying on my bed just now and visualising falling into a real life deep dark black hole that I couldn’t get myself out of which prompt this piece LMao
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eerna · 1 year ago
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sometimes I take Millennium from my shelf and thumb through it and just. take in how amazing everyone involved with that zine did. and how lucky I am to be doing Night Divining with so many of those talented people. fandom is great yall
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gorillaxyz · 11 months ago
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HIIII DAVID MITCHELL HIIIIII
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9h05t-f4c3 · 9 months ago
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i’ll always understand
by: me <3
take my heart into your hands,
hold it with all the gentleness in the world.
take my heart into your hands,
caress it with the delicacy of a shiny pearl.
take my heart into your hands,
crush it with the vice of a million men.
take my heart into your hands,
purge it from this world again and again.
take my heart into your hands,
watch the scars stretch with every beat.
take my heart into your hands,
watch the blood drip down onto the street.
take my heart into your hands,
i promise i'll always understand.
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incohorace · 2 years ago
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I saw a man this morning Who did not wish to die I ask, and cannot answer, If otherwise wish I. Fair broke the day this morning Against the Dardanelles; The breeze blew soft, the morn's cheeks Were cold as cold sea-shells. But other shells are waiting Across the Aegean sea, Shrapnel and high explosive, Shells and hells for me. O hell of ships and cities, Hell of men like me, Fatal second Helen, Why must I follow thee? Achilles came to Troyland And I to Chersonese: He turned from wrath to battle, And I from three days' peace. Was it so hard, Achilles,  So very hard to die? Thou knewest and I know not— So much the happier I. I will go back this morning From Imbros over the sea; Stand in the trench, Achilles, Flame-capped, and shout for me.
I Saw A Man This Morning – Patrick Shaw-Stewart
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hotcinnamonsunset · 1 year ago
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me, blogging every day: #loveeeee #❣️❣️❣️ #love is stored in the kitchen #mwah <3 #this is what love is alllllll about
me, tasked with finding poetry about love: …
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ungrateful-cyborg-moved · 1 year ago
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8 and 12 (please!)
I'm not from the US asks
8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?
Kinda yes and kinda no.
It's never happened that someone thought I was from another nationality (aside from a few Swiss people assuming I'm Swiss, but then again I live in Switzerland so I'm not sure it counts). What does happen quite frequently is Americans speaking of someone saying they're French and when I look them up online, they're either Belgian or Swiss. This happens a lot about people and food x)
12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?
To be honest... I don't read any translation of French stuff, considering I can just read them in French x) So no opinion on it, except it's nice if it gets people to learn more about other countries' art. I do feel about the translators, however xD
On a tangentially related note, I get the impression that our sense of humor doesn't translate well, though. Might be just anecdotal but the French stuff known in foreign countries rarely seem to be our funniest pieces of art.
Thanks for the ask, @anpansblog!
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portokali · 2 years ago
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also!!!! @thegarlicbreads tagged me to share my most recent, current & next read!!! ty lett that's a v fun game! 🍃
tagging @mothvhs @pherelpis @pinknoisemp3 @quillsand @catboyparrish @librarybi @byrons and everyone else who wants to do it!!!
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hillhousebi · 2 years ago
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tamiko beyer, february
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truetogaia · 2 years ago
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UGH i love lang leav so much RAHHH
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deathsweetblossoms · 2 years ago
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somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
-- e. e. cummings
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noxtivagus · 2 years ago
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LITERATURE CLASS RN!!!! IM SO GIDDY
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taniscentral · 14 days ago
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certified nic silver/cameron ellis shipper
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