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Poetry and Conclusion.



As Dolores kept on reading his namesake Shakespeare's works, William rested his head on his chin and looked at the poet.
"You never read Shakespeare, Ressy," William said, in a low yet clear and echoing voice.
"Get your premise right, mister logician. I do read Shakespeare. I just don't read it out to anyone. Well, not just anyone."
"Then to whom?" William asked, leaning forward to hear the answer.
"what absurd question. I'm reading it to you right now, aren't I? Who else happens to be present in this room?" Dolores said with a slight frown.
William chuckled. "Yes, but you said 'not just anyone.' You're implying that there is a category of people that you read it to. And I fall in that category."
Dolores waited. "So?"
"So I wish to know how you perceive this category of people. Who are they of yours? To you? Colleagues? Rivals? Family? Strangers―"
"Everything," Dolores said.
"Everything? Now you're being absurd, Ressy. No one can be everything to anyone. It's not practically possible. You're being poetic. I don't understand poetry―"
Dolores mumbled with a smile. "Yet you hear me recite."
"―give me something logical. What does it mean that someone's your everything? Are they the mother that gave you birth? The teacher who beat you? The villain who slit your throat? The lamp above your head? The book you hold? How are they your everything?
Dolores smiled. "Even with your logical cranium, you do understand a lot of poeticism, my friend. They aren't my mother to give me birth but they are the sun that gave me life, were I to imagine myself as a sapling. They are my teacher not since they beat me but since no one who stepped in my life walked out without teaching me something. They aren't my villain, but were they to become one, I'd chin up and look with pride at the ruins they created around me. I'd chin up and let them slit my throat."
"Dolores..." William whispered.
Dolores ignored that, even though hearing his own name had become a painfully heartwrencing activity. "The lamp that brightens my little world― ?" Dolores gestured around his library― "Why, yes, they are that. The innumerable words and phrases of love, solitude, desire, and pain bound in this book? Aren't- aren't people like that too, William? Aren't we all... books? And doesn't that really make you my...
William urged. "My what, Dolores?" he whispered. "Everything?"
Dolores shook his head with a smile. "No, just that."
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"and now we are wounded..so deep and so well that no one can hurt us except Death itself"
#from this me and niamh came to the conclusion jrr tolkien wudve been a hockey rpf girlie#anwyay w/o to my darling wife who just randomly send this poem w a 'sidgeno' this is y i love u#nhl#pittsburgh penguins#evgeni malkin#sidney crosby#sidgeno#nhledit#kyle.graphics#hockey poetry
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“The Exeter Book gives no authors and no titles to the 193 poems it now contains; nor are solutions given for the Riddles…Riddle 75 consists of a single line of verse: Ic ane geseah idese sittan. Literally construed, this reads: ‘I a single saw woman sitting’; the adjective ane (one) qualifies the noun idese (woman). My first translation of this read: ‘I saw a woman sit alone’. Initial vowels alliterate in Old English verse; ane and idese agree in sound as well as grammatically; both are in the accusative case.
Some scholars have thought this one-line riddle incomplete. It had no accepted solution. A woman might sit alone for various reasons. I received a postcard which suggested that the answer might be ‘A Hen’. Another reader wrote proposing ‘The Moon’, which was attractive, though Old English se mona is masculine. I remained undecided, assuming all the while that the woman must be the subject. She might be lonely, like the women who speak the Exeter Book poems Wulf and Eadwacer and The Wife’s Lament; or like the speaker of Ezra Pound’s version translated from the Chinese, ‘The Jewel Stair’s Greivance’. I was still looking in this direction when another postcard came with what must be the correct solution: ‘A Mirror’.”
—-Michael Alexander, The First Poems In English
#Michael Alexander#exeter book#poetry#riddle#tbh I don’t find that answer so conclusively correct but he’s obviously the expert I can’t even read the original
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god - collected writings
from: side wounds | precious wound | stay away | against such things there is no law | shooting star
#web weaving#god#poetry#religious imagery#religious themes#on faith#queer poets#poems#prose#quotes#words words words#lena's poetry archives#also technically#lena's fanfic archives#good omens#somehow this isn't even close to a conclusive list
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Megatron’s Poetry
In my mind

- this is beautiful work from Tove Ditlevsen.
#maccadam#mtmte#transformers#megatron#I think about his poetry a lot#he would write something like this on the lost light#Magnus would review it#so concerned with legacy#or is that just a cover up excuse for fear of dying#maintaining he came to all his conclusions on his own
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Perhaps we never deal with the problem, only find ways to distract ourselves from the pain.
#romance#quotes#life quotes#literature#words#etc#lit#words n quotes#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#poetry#thoughts#dramatic thoughts#mine#original#conclusion
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Ineffable Prompt-a-thon - Unfinished

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon Repository | Main Poetry List
My dear I wanted to- It’s important, I fear- That is to say- I hope you’ll hear I love-
Ineffable Prompt-a-thon Repository | Main Poetry List
This poem is also available on AO3.
@ineffablyruined
Don't read the tags on this one. They're far too desperate.
#good omens#good omens poetry#ipat#goodomens#aziraphale#poetry#poem#ineffable prompt a thon#I'm going to explain the shit out of this one#this is a cinquan with an abaab rhyme scheme#but as you can see- the second and fifth lines do not rhyme#because of the unfinished nature of the whole experience#it is meant to lead you to the natural conclusion that “you” would rhyme with “to” but it's missing#unfinished!#get it???
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Gay Is Not A Synonym For Shitty: Blackout Poetry Version
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I loved you that hurt let me see your lips pressed close True blue prince of a failing empire drive through the night Drive back home Things aren't the same I sleep with your old shirts it's strange I'm supposed to love you I've given up time is caution your shadows on the wall, I kiss them Things get so bad pick up the phone walk through this house you saved my life my heart my eye Photo-proofed kisses I remember it's strange I know to love you repeat
#fob#fob art#fall out boy#ginasfs#gay is not a synonym for shitty#fob is queer culture#poetry#blackout poetry#blackout poem#poem#whilst make this i came to the conclusion that those markers are kinda shitty oops#well it is what it is#making poetry based on lyrics is interesting because a lot of the time lyrics are poetry to me#kj post#maybe i should make a poetry tag if i decide to make and post more poetry#fuck it poetry/writing tag ->#kaye.verse
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Hey, hey! RnR not requested! (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#DAX#ZEX#Does anyone still use RnR lol#I think I was a little too late for that but in my brief stint on FF.net I did get a couple reviews so *shruggles*#ANYway lol#The topic of VUX poetry came up and it would not leave me alone#But at the same time it is so hard to English-phoneticize VUK ZIX into my preferred poetry method!#So I gave up and went with a playground chant lol#I also wasn't sure which direction it would be read in apart from bottom-up :0#Japanese is top-down right-to-left so maybe it's inverse?? I don't know!#That's what I went with this time anyhow lol#Also making up rules on the spot lol - ''a'' is always contextually inferred by its surroundings#Have I thought about the implications of inferred subject/singular vs. plural phrasing? No! Give me some time tho ♪#Lol#I have also pretty firmly come to the conclusion that -ing sounds just aren't a thing lol#At least not written and not comfortably spoken#You could force the sound but it's exactly what it says on the tin - forced#So the rhyme-scheme is a bit funny haha - that rhyme doesn't translate at all! But it is still fun to write a little ship-poem hehe#ZEX does not approve but it's not his poem is it! Tentacles to yourself! Don't stick your trunk where it's not wanted!#I do love when DAX is silly and lovestruck haha
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Something something the curtains are blue or whatever but underappreciated media analysis phenomenon is when someone else reads something you wrote and points out the blue curtains that you hadn't even noticed yourself hanging up while you built it. Like fuck they sure are I genuinely hadn't noticed I just flung em up I was concentrating on the carpet. Hey that shade of blue goes nice with the carpet huh. I should get more decor in that colour. Does this make sense to anyone
#like my pal proofread some poetry for me and one of the things they said was like#'your cadence is really good and i like how you do bouncy assonance rhymes when you're playing or introducing a concept#then sharper rhythmic rapid lines when youre passionate or angry and then switch abruptly to a completely different rhyme scheme to#indicate that you've gotten upset or reached a conclusion'#i never in my life noticed myself doing that. i just write based on vibes and mouthfeel. but now theyve pointed it out???#dude its in like half my poems. its a really recognisable voice. i didnt know i had one of those and i definitely didnt know#that my choice of meter is such a clear emotional throughline to a reader#but yken what. i like that shade of blue
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"So that the revolution does not completely rot I leave you with a message I am old And your utopia is for future generations There are so many children who will be born With a little broken wing And I want them to fly, comrade I want your revolution To drop them a piece of red heaven So that they fly." - Pedro Lemebel from A Last Supper of Queer Apostles
#thisismynarrative#current reads#this book is so dense which is wild bc the essays are so short but they hold entire books within them & it truly felt like a maze#guided by pure stubbornness and a refusal to give up reading Lemebel's words#ALSO can i just say my favorite books/writings have always been the ones that teach me how to read them. i don't mind feeling lost for a bi#it makes the conclusions so much more pleasurable to arrive at#like yes#like isn't this one of the hardest things to do but i did it anyway#like i get to experience this book and these words#poetry#quotes#pedro lemebel
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Pride Poems Day #18 Theme: Agender
This poem is dedicated towards @leafgorge, a wonderful Agender Fellow and my sister in crime for this project
Broken Dawn
Fractured sun rising over a kaleidoscope sky A broken dawn over a patchwork world Made of stolen memories,
This isn’t our place
blue, pink, yellow, red broken machines broken things
Fragments of a metal world Dot the landscape
I’m grey, I’m not broken I don’t have their affliction
blue, pink, yellow, red broken machines broken things
A reminder of what could’ve been
#poetry#poem#pride#pride month#pride poetry#agender#do you ever write something and go#“what the fuck did I just say”#this poem does that for me#ALSO LEAF I WROTE IT LISTENING TO WILLARD#this one isn't really agender#so idk#why it has that tag#but oh well#death of the author and all that#draw your own conclusions
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Astarion “I’m not one for literature” Baldursgate. Sir. You have a book in your hand literally every single second you’re at camp.
#conclusion: he’s a habitual liar#Astarion#bg3#for reference; he said this WHILE picking up a book of poetry in the arcane tower
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What is this feeling in my chest?
Why does it feel so tightly wound like the string on a guitar
It pinches my lungs
Making it harder and harder to breathe
Why can’t I just breathe deeper?
This tightness squeezes harder,
Bringing spots into my vision,
Matching my darting gaze and my fidgeting fingers
Can’t stop moving
Can’t stop twitching
Can’t breathe
Nothing feels right
Everything is wrong wrong WRONG
It won’t go away
This feeling
This endless
Pit
Of
Nerves
Help me
I want to whisper
Scream
Cry out
But I can’t
I’m stuck
Frozen in time and space
Waiting for this feeling to go away
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
#ellipses#the feeling of continuation#waiting for a conclusion that’ll never come#feeling anxious#is this just stress#or a three hour long session of being on the brink of an anxiety attack#who knows#not me#but it’s still here#and I don’t know why#writing#poem#poetry#poems and poetry#writing poetry#poets on tumblr#my poetry#poetblr#poets corner#my poem#original poem#poems on tumblr#Squishy’s book of poems
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okay you said to ask you about poetry so here goes: what is a poem that completely caught you off-guard?
HI THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION!! okay okay ive posted about it but most definitely tend by margaret yapp . which is definitely one of the poems where im like i TOTALLY understand if this isn't up your alley but HEAR ME OUT
funny story i actually read it real fast at first and my first instinct was well this is silly. and i sent to my friend in a like get a load of this poem way but then SHE was like wait omg i kinda like it. and that forced me to look at it and Actually Try and Read it and then i was like oh well. im afraid i DO like it now (i am not immune to judging a poem by the first few lines).
anyways so! what do i like about it? now that i've had time to get used to it i really do like the way it's written! it's silly, yes, but i like how conversational it is and i love how you get comfortable in it only for it to punch you with the ending. i think it hits the same niche as helen of troy calls her sister --conversational while building upon a theme.
margaret yapp said : "tend is also a poem about missing a friend" and its really THAT that got me. like i get it. it kinda reads disjointed, a little bit. like little snippets of messages you would send to a friend, i think. but it also has that vibe of trying to not dwell on it (immediately shifting the focus off of the wondering): obviously i wonder about you/& the eggplant will need to be used by tomorrow/& the greens. ill go for ego murder unless nurture/sounds better? nature?
i dont know!!! one of those where i need to think about it more to really tear apart what it Means to Me but for now. i've settled on this. i really do like it. really fun to read out loud :]
#asks#THANK YOU FOR THIS!#sorry this is rambly and doesnt really have a conclusion#but oftentimes it takes me a While to form a Conclusion about a poem#poetry
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#New Beast#writing#poetry#2024#December 2024#December 15 2024#one of my favorite lines of literature is the last line of Portrait of The Artist#its “Old artificer old father stand me now and ever in good stead.” (the orginal has commas but you cant do that in tumblr tags…)#the line gives a satisfying conclusion to the books Icarus metaphor#and acts as a good segway into the uncertainty of Stephen’s life after he finishes school and leaves Ireland and the church#everything about it is brilliant down to the exact phrasing#first Stephen addresses who he is talking to as “old artificer” and thus we instantly know he is talking to Daedalus#then he acknowledges his relation to Daedalus when he calls him father — which would make Stephen Icarus#the fact that father is second to artificer portrays a favoring in one of Daedalus’ titeles over the other#and a reluctance to acknowledge Stephen’s place in the story as Icarus#after all this line is him asking that he does not fail in his attempt to be an artist and discover the purest mode of life#this line jerks identity around a bit and implies identity by context but not very directly#we only know the artificer to be Daedalus of course due to Stephen’s last name and the book’s subconscious Icarus metaphor#it isn’t directly stated who’s who and why. you just have to put it together yourself#I wanted to do that here#there’s this thing at the end where it calls the reader Daedalus then the minotaur right after talking about the monster in the labyrinth#the assumption is that the monster is the minotaur#but now its been established that the reader could be either and that it doesn’t seem to matter which name they answer to#now who the monster is is less clear#and given the talk of mirrors earlier it could be a reflection#all sense of identity and place in the story has been lost#I could go on but I don’t want to explain TOO much#anyways hope I succeeded in doing what I wanted with this one#which this one is mainly about how I realized recently that I am not exactly who I thought I would be at the start of high school#not really in a bad way or anything more like I looked at who I was and who had thought I’d be one day and was like “huh! neat”
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