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I was actually speechless when my CD showed up today and "But Daddy I Love Him" lyrics stopped me in my tracks. CONCRETE POETRY??
Pattern poetry is probably the more accurate categorization for this ex., but I immediately thought the lyrics echo the shape of one of the most famous examples, "Easter Wings" by George Herbert.
I know the variants have different shapes for the lyrics (circle, square, octagon). But any googling of Concrete Poetry or pattern poetry will inevitably lead you back to the OG George Herbert (or like... ancient Greece, but ignore that for now). I also saw someone on Twitter say that the variants could even symbolize the many interpretations (and no true muse) of this song.
Below is a brief breakdown of "Easter Wings".
On its base level, in "Easter Wings" the speaker meditates on one's relationship to God. I have been thinking, prior to this booklet showing up at my house, that the "him" in BDILH could potentially be God. Or at least one interpretation of it could be. Sunday best, pearl clutching was an early tip off.
Anyway, pattern poetry is more than just shaping a poem into a fun shape or even an obvious shape. The physical shape and visual appearance of how the poem is printed works in combination with the themes and content of the poem to amplify the meaning. It adds another level (a third level?) where the poetry has to be seen to be fully understood. Also because you need to see the poem, authors use its shape to manipulate words, phrases, meanings. Essentially, if you heard the poem it would sound one way, but reading it will reveal the authors true meaning. Dear reader, indeed.
This is an oversimplification, but in "Easter Wings" the wider lines are, to borrow a phrase from "Robin," lighter. The narrowing signifying this turn to despair, pain, disconnect from God. Similarly BDILH lyrics narrow at the most biting part of the song and give way to that incredible running through field energy we end on.
And not for nothing, but the only way I would find the joke of "I'm having his baby, no I'm not," would be if she was talking about God. Lol iykyk.
Anyway, Herbert has another very famous poem. One taught to me in middle or high school - maybe you've seen it before too. It's called "The Altar". The first illustration is harder to read and a little more obvious, the second is how I've seen it reproduced more commonly (still the shape of an altar).
And naturally, the word altar made me think of another song from TTPD... So Long, London.
This woman terrifies me...
Anyway, Taylor wants you to put her reading glasses on! Album booklets, lyric videos, the choice is yours! As I always find with her booklets, she fully embraces writing out her lyrics as poetry. You'll notice a lot of changes from the Genius versions, for ex. Album booklet's punctuation, line breaks, new sentences, etc. have changed the entire "meaning" of lines/songs for me. Usually, whatever reframing I find is richer than what I had accepted on the first listen.
I've also noticed how simple the lyric videos for TTPD are in comparison to previous albums, but she's (ok her digital media team who I would not doubt are under STRICT instruction) playing with text quite a bit. Like Herbert above we have many instances of spacing, CAPS, vs lowercase, even collage like effects that completely reorder the lyrics, perhaps even the meaning.
#TTPD#The tortured poets department#taylor swift#but daddy i love him#so long london#george herbert#the altar#easter wings#concrete poetry#pattern poetry#visual poetry#album booklet#TTPD lyric video
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autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all
#i am coping you see#i love drawing autumn stuff.. and after producing hundrets pages of tma doodles in school it was time to. draw them properly#the ironic part is that it's raining ugly as im posting this. :[[#aaaaaand you know i planned to have much more characters like this at first... but i ended focusing too long on this one piece so i probabl#won't do other ones#(plus i have arcane to draw god. but i think i want the finale to come out first)#what can i even say. don't let me near blending layers it always ends up looking like this.#jon is my ugly clashing patterns grandma. you agree#(oh and martin is holding a notebook cause he goes to write poetry on autumn walks#if you're still here reading this have a nice day and a peaceful sleep kisses<33#mine#my art#the magnus archives#tma#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#melanie king#georgie barker#fanart#digital art
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Neide Dias de Sá, Untitled, (ink, letraset and cutting on paper; diptych), 1960s [Galeria Superfície, São Paulo. Poema Processo arquivo. © Neide Dias de Sá]
#art#visual poetry#poema processo#visual writing#letraset#geometry#pattern#neide dias de sá#galeria superfície#poema processo arquivo#1960s
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EMPTY WALLS & SILENT HALLS…
Sometimes you find yourself back where once you frequented. Staring anew a view you’ve seen a hundred times before. There’s a silence amongst the noise. A ringing in the ear. The mind wanders. Wonders with distant eyes. Moments of the past are seen once more from times sat amongst those walls. Forgotten whispers reverberating the halls. Conversations caught. Trapped within the membrane. Revealing themselves once more. Years have passed. Yet there you stay. Sat silent amongst those empty walls…
#my artwork#don’t repost#memories#architecture#buildings#squares#pattern design#pattern#procreate#shapes#design#colour#doodle#writing#my words#words#school days#perspective#poetry#reflection#digital illustration#art#artist#illustration#artists on tumblr#burtonsdoodles
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Algy could see that the weather in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was feeling nervous and agitated. It could not make up its mind to any particular pattern or state, and an apparently never-ending succession of clouds sweeping in from the Atlantic brought rapidly changing conditions. Algy wondered whether its unstable mood was owing to apprehension arising from the forecast of a massive storm which was predicted to hit the area at the end of the week…
At times the skies did clear to a beautiful blue and the world was rendered in colour… but not for long. More often, soft greys swept all the colours away and frequent showers rained down on Algy's head as the hooded crows called peevishly from the tall spruces nearby.
However, determined to take advantage of even the briefest moments of sunshine after the long, dreary months of darkness, Algy remained undaunted. Hopping up into a convenient tree in one of the drier interludes, he waited patiently… and sure enough, before too long, he was rewarded with a touch of almost-warm, glowing light… for just a few short moments, for unfortunately the sun had not "come to dwell":
The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwell— And Life would all be Spring! She felt herself supremer— A Raised—Ethereal Thing! Henceforth—for Her—What Holiday! Meanwhile—Her wheeling King— Trailed—slow—along the Orchards— His haughty—spangled Hems— Leaving a new necessity! The want of Diadems! The Morning—fluttered—staggered— Felt feebly—for Her Crown— Her unanointed forehead— Henceforth—Her only One!
[Algy is quoting the poem The Sun – just touched the Morning by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]
#Algy#photographers on tumblr#writers on tumblr#scotland#scottish highlands#emily dickinson#the sun just touched the morning#poetry#poem#fluffy bird#spring is coming#blue sky#sunshine#Scottish weather#light#changeable weather#sunshine and showers#weather patterns#storybook land#fluffy#stormy weather ahead#january#winter#seasons#changing seasons#hope#whimsy#original character#original content#adventures of algy
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when i think back on my life when i was just a small, fragile child i wonder in what part did i change? my thought patterns? how did i think? i remember her but she has no idea who i am but we are somehow.. one?
#when i think back on my life#when i was just a small#fragile child#i wonder in what part did i change?#my thought patterns? how did i think?#i remember her but she has no idea who i am#but we are somehow#one?#literature#pink#poem#poetry#reading#spilled thoughts#aesthetic#dealing with grief#lost of loved one#typography#childhood#nostalgia#writing#safe space#random thoughts#quotes#humans being humans#love life#corecore#idk what else to tag#quoteoftheday#relatable quotes
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#poetry#prose#words#lit#poem#spilled ink#literature#life#love#frescowho#art#origami#paper folding#paper#design#prawn#nikon#nikon life#photography#snapshot#capture#queensland#australia#creative#patience#peace#colour#pattern#crustacean#sea creatures
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Where do I belong when my own mind no longer feels like home?
#pattern#apatternaday#surface design#daily project#artists on tumblr#featured#illustration#drawing#art#house#architecture#poetry#words
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He texted you first. He replied quickly. He flirted. He called you. He got you attached. Then, out of nowhere, he barely responds. His replies slow down. He starts acting distant. The flirting stops. He cuts you off. He leaves… Almost every woman has been through this, and it’s hard to face.
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#feelings#text#emotional words#emotional#emotions#quotes#life quotes#thoughts#love#my thougts#spilled writing#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled words#spilled poetry#pattern#why
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You're gonna carry that weight
Cowboy Bebop | All These Things That I've Done, The Killers | On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong | Mattress Performance (Carry That Weight), Emma Sulkowicz | You're So Cool, Nicole Dollanganger | Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear, E.E Scott | Papyrus of Ani | Impossible Weight, Deep Sea Diver | The Gang Carries a Corpse Up a Mountain, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia | an old poem about reflections, Grendel Menz | @jb-blunk | @intactics | The Glass Essay, Anne Carson (thank you @grapecaseschoices )| Henry V, Kenneth Branagh | I, Carrion (Icarian), Hozier | Carrying the Skeleton, Marina Abramović | Atlas, Serhii Hetmanchuk | Dark Knight questline, Final Fantasy XIV
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#web weave#web weaving#art#writing#prose#poetry#lyrics#weight#trauma#bear with me. i love connecting things and seeing patterns#this was inspired by talking to king about the dark knight quest and sending that cowboy bebop card as an argument#also that henry v screen is for baron specifically. remember my chorus/dark knight thought? Do You See My Vision#edit: added the anne carson quote thanks to grapecaseschoices' tags#i can't believe i forgot about that one
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DO WHAT YOU CAN AND DONT BE A DICK ON THE INTERNET
i was writing a post about how it's unhelpful to shame average people for not meeting your standards of activism and calling them evil and things like that bc shame is not a reliable motivator and you don't know these people blah blah blah. and then i ended up writing this so here u go:
like. let's imagine you're an average guy. you work a job under a shitty manager and you still can't pay rent and afford groceries at the same time. you have untreated physical and mental illness and/or trauma. you don't have energy to cook a full meal. one of the microwave foods you like is being recalled. lead or e. coli or something. you can't remember when you last had water. you are too tired to clean the mold and algae off the corners of your brita. and who knows what is in the tap water.
a new episode of your favorite show just came out. you post about it. someone comments or makes a video about you and several others who are not posting about [serious issue]. saying you are heartless and inhuman. and you've heard about [serious issue] on a site or from someone who is supposed to be the most trustworthy on this topic. this random person on the internet is telling you things that don't match up to that. they're telling you that you should've had researched more. that not knowing enough is not an excuse. there is mold in your brita filter.
the video about you has thousands of comments. they're saying they think you should know what it's like to experience [serious issue]. then maybe you would take it seriously. you have the privilege to post about your favorite show. you are being lazy. these people are like piranhas. your dinner has e. coli or something. you have to clean your brita.
you want to research [serious issue]. you care about people. you started to but you are hearing different stories. one of your sources is from the same internet the random person came from. you thought you weren't supposed to trust the internet? another source can't even stand up against itself. that one is supposed to be trustworthy.
you see someone getting torn apart for posting misinformation. comments say they should have done their research. these people are like piranhas.
now you're seeing it. raw footage. you need a break and your notifications are flooded. why haven't you posted about this yet??? it's the least you could do. are you lazy??? don't you care??? these people are like piranhas. you still need to clean the brita.
no more internet. you need to clean the brita. sponge, soap. tap water. thin green and black streaks coming off the corners of the pitcher. all done. well now the sponge has mold on it. new sponge. your brita filter is getting old. new filter. do you even deserve a new filter? do you deserve fresh water? whatever, just refill it. tap water. waiting. tap water. waiting. tap water, fridge. check your phone.
brita filters are getting recalled.
lead or e. coli or something.
#ohio#i still think about you#this exact situation hasn't happened to me#it's partly based off my experience and partly off of others#and britas have not been recalled to my knowledge but i do know they're like#not a great or amazingly effective brand#i hear they are very bare bones#like they're alright#don't worry about lead in ur brita is what i'm saying#handmadeorganicpost#art#??#writing#prose#poetry#writer#this is not about one situation#i've seen this pattern since 2020 at the earliest#handmadeorganicart
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okay guys i wasn’t joking when i said i had the urge to write a poem - i call this one…
an ode to fa player
the weeks drag on, an endless stream
of days which just all seem the same
but then it comes, a shining beam:
the search bar where i type your name
you’re slow to load, my laptop groans
log in, breathe out,
oh wait,
you froze
log in again,
this time,
please work,
third time lucky,
this is beserk
but now the sound won’t fucking work
i press refresh, you glitch and jerk
i’m slamming my head against my desk
a loyal fan’s most gruelling test
your blue screen taunts me time again
i’ll just give up, i think,
but then!
finally, you’re sailing true
the screen no longer buffers blue
the picture? grainy
the commentary? shit
but, with the game, i don’t mind one bit
and yet you’re never quite on track
the buffering starts, the glitch is back
refresh, log in, okay, on a roll!
except now i’ve missed
a fucking goal
this is the wsl lament
the endless reams of time misspent
staring at your log in page
my watching interspersed with rage
you buffered then, you buffer still
braved only by the strong of will
your loading screen, abhorred by all,
was football’s greatest obstacle
and yet i’ll miss your shitty site
fa player,
my friend,
goodnight
#fa player#me when i switch rhyming patterns every single stanza#i wrote this in ten minutes okay it’s not meant to be good#wsl#an ode to fa player#poetry
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It’s Fine Press Friday!
Today we’re taking a deep dive into Songs for Gaia, a slim edition of poetry by Gary Snyder (b. 1930). This understated, beautifully-crafted letterpress volume was printed in 1979 for Kah Tai Alliance at Copper Canyon in Port Townsend, WA, a fine press dedicated solely to poetry since its founding in 1972, and was handbound by poet and bookbinder Samuel Green. It features woodblock illustrations by poet and printmaker Michael Corr (b. 1940), who learned his craft while living in Kyoto from block printer and illustrator Takeji Asano (1900-1999). Asano was a notable figure in Japan’s Sōsaku-hanga woodblock printing movement. The book is quarter bound in cloth with a cover marbled in a finely executed combed feather pattern, a touch that lends a hint of psychedelia to its otherwise traditional aesthetics. It was released in a limited edition of 300 copies.
Snyder, who is popularly known for his time amongst and spiritualist influence on the Beat poets and the counterculture of their generation (along with Kerouac’s portrayal of him as Japhy Ryder in the 1958 novel The Dharma Bums) spent 13 years in Japan (1956-1968) studying Zen Buddhism, forestry, and ecology. A scholar of Asian languages versed in cultural anthropology, he also studied calligraphy with accomplished calligrapher and seal carver Charles Leong during his time at Reed College. Snyder’s calligraphic signature graces the half-title page of this edition.
This modest yet potent edition of Songs for Gaia is a fitting form for the work of a poet whom writer Bob Steuding once characterized as cultivating an “accessible” style and “a new kind of poetry that is direct, concrete, non-Romantic and ecological.” As Snyder wrote of his own work in A Controversy of Poets, “I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.”
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-Ana, Special Collections Graduate Fieldworker
#Fine Press Friday#fine press fridays#marbling#Gary Snyder#poetry#Copper Canyon Press#Songs for Gaia#Samuel Green#Michael Corr#woodblock illustration#woodblock#letterpress#fine press#feather pattern marbling#UWM Special Collections#handbound book#hand binding#Ana
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Neide Dias de Sá, Untitled, (ink and letraset on vegetal paper), 1967 [Galeria Superfície, São Paulo. © Neide Dias de Sá]
#art#visual poetry#poema processo#visual writing#letraset#geometry#pattern#neide dias de sá#galeria superfície#1960s
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"We are drawn to the familiar, even if it's painful because its what we know."
— Brene Brown
#books & libraries#literature#english literature#inspiring quotes#dark academia#philosophy#love#book quotes#poetry#wisdom#brene brown#chatgpt#meta ai#patterns#familiarity#toxic relationship
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It doesn't matter.
I've learned to play into it,
Use it to my advantage.
Just a girl.
The trauma of it all
Has left my brain damaged.
Rearranged. Patterned.
Marked with a curse.
My body covered in blood
Only I can see.
What else can I ever
Expect to be?
@nosebleedclub June 23rd - Patterned
#nosebleedclub#patterned#just a girl#tw sa implied#trauma#objectified#mental health#poets on tumblr#female poets#poets corner#poets and writers#poets of tumblr#poetscommunity#writing#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#poetry#poem#original writing#spilled writing#spilled poem#writing prompt#sad words#sad poetry
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