#poetry site

[sivavakkiyar]

Bertolt Brecht, Questions from a Worker Who Reads

[heavenlyyshecomes]

via jdgtraner & _vajra

[derangedrhythms]

All night long I hear the call of death, all night long I hear the song of death down by the river, all night long I hear the voice of death calling out to me. 

Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972: Extracting the Stone of Madness; from ‘The Dream of Death, or The Site of the Poetical Bodies’, tr. Yvette Siegert

[tiefling-queer]

i love you multigender people <3

i love you boygirls and girlboys and fagdykes and dykefags and trans people who are still gay for their agab and people whose manhood is contingent on their womanhood and vice versa and genderfluid people <3<3<3 i love gender expansiveness <3<3<3

[abstracteddistractions]

 The “Iron Poet”,  Richard Serra 

(November 2, 1938 – March 26, 2024)

Renowned sculptor Richard Serra, known for his monumental steel structures that reshaped the landscape of contemporary art, passed away at the age of 85 at his residence in Orient, N.Y.

His groundbreaking works, characterized by massive tilting corridors and spirals of steel, offered viewers a unique experience, inviting them to navigate through and around the imposing forms to fully comprehend their essence.

Because of this invitation to explore space, materiality, and site, the artist has been long-recognized in the architectural community, earning him the Architectural League of New York President’s Medal in 2014, becoming the first artist to receive the honor.

[poetryincostume]

Helga Sinclair

Edwardianish ribbon corset, 2023

Jacquard ribbon mounted on grosgrain ribbon

[rivusapoems]

“casssandra climbs the palace steps unprompted. never before has death been greeted with so warm a kiss.”

[cashmerecrow]

𝔄 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔷𝔶 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔢

[lovesby]

HOLD ME, HAND. a handmade Renchanting zine by me! Transcripts, and image descriptions under the cut. Experience it on my website! (Transcripts inline on there.)

Pictured is the cover and back cover of the zine. The back cover is the same style scribbled black vertical line, but less dense, and with a streak of red scribbled lines towards the top half of the page.

Page 1 and 2 of the zine. On the left, the page behind the cover, has a crude drawing of the Dogwarts banner in red pen. It is an almost fully red banner with three white triangles at the bottom edge. The text on the side of the page, written along the side edge, says “a hand made Renchanting zine by SBY.” Renchanting is in red text, as is SBY. SBY is circled like a signature. On page two, there is a poem, titled “how it ends”, aligned left, in plain black text. It says; Let’s try this again: You go into fruitless labor for fruitless/business for fruitless prizes in fruitless/games. No winning here, there is none./I know that. I see it. I’ve seen it all ahead/of time, I see it clearly now. Play/stupid games, play stupid pretend. No/winning. I know. But this time I’ll play along, stupid games./This time, I’ll climb up the hill and see/you there, and walk the other/way. I’ll know better. I’ll leave you to it. A gentle/nod. Magic can’t save us, in the end./Love can’t mean anything if I know -how it ends.

Pages 3 and 4 of the zine. On the left page, page 3, is a poem written diagonally down the page. Once in black, then repeated in red. It is titled “on you.”/”(on you)” and the title is both on top and on the bottom of the poem to be read with the rest. The poem reads, “on you. drawn to you like gravity draws the axe to meet its mark (on you). drawn to you like gravity draws the axe to meet its mark” On page 4, on the right, is a sketchy drawing of a handaxe, colored in slightly with blue pen and red hearts scribbled around the sharp end of the axe instead of blood. On the handle, all caps cut off text reads, “Red winter is-”

Pages 5 and 6 of the zine are in all black ink. This is a two page spread of a poem titled “puppy love”. The title is horizontal down the middle spine. On the bottom half, under the large block of poem text, is drawn the roots and trunk of a tree. On the top half, on the right page, above the text, is drawn the top half of the same tree. The text on the left reads, “I don’t fully understand what it is/about you that makes me want to/run and hide under the tall dark/oaks. Something about you makes/me scared like a child, not devoted/to some thing or another. Or another/thing. I don’t fully understand what/it is that makes my heart tug and/beat when someone else is near you./Like something or another, pulling/me closer.” The text on the bottom half of page 6 reads, “I don’t need to understand what it is/about you that makes me want to put the/wooden handle in your firm calloused hands./The hands I held in mine, planting row/after row of garden in the soil in/front of the shack your calloused hands/helped build, behind the walls your hands/helped me build. I feel it too. So I’m/putting this in your hands, now."

Pages 7 and 8 of the zine. On the right is a crude drawing of a red crescent moon with three black birds in front of it. On the right is a poem titled, “be still, be ready (steady)”. The title is written vertically on the middle spine again. In red pen, complementing the black ink text of the poem is a scribbled red cloud and red snowflakes. The poem reads: and with the palpitations in/my throat i finally/understood what it would/feel like to eat a/heart while it was still/beating. i’m holding your heart in my hands/and swallowing it whole./you asked me to, and now i am, i’m/swallowing you whole.

Pages 9 and 10 are a mostly white page space two page spread of black lowercase text, that simply reads, very spread out, on a top left to bottom right diagonal, “oh./i understand,/now.”

Pages 11 and 12 of the zine are the first part of a four page spread of one poem meant to be read from left to right ignoring the middle spine. There is a long arrow at the cutoff at the end of the page, indicating that the poem continues. It is in black ink and says; The wagon jumps --- not for joy. Executioner’s boots squeal/at the same frequency of the damn wheels creak. The same joy/peverted [sic]. I never understood an axe until I became one./Sharpen me,/deep repetitive motion, make me feel/good. How I touch/the scar around your neck and know/I made it --- mine, mine. I smell bile/feel it in my throat too, and/I look up to see one of the men,/big and strong framed/an ox/of a man and gentle like one Pages 13 and 14, continuing the 4 page spread. The rest of the text says; has thrown up onto the road. Leaving it/pieces of him in our wake. I don’t throw up/even if I feel like/I left myself somewhere else. Becoming the axe, becoming the axe. Long road home/to take it back. Bury me/in someone else’s/hand. The title of the poem is revealed on the bottom right of the last page; “Long Live the King”. Above it is a drawing of an open eye and a closed eye in red ink.

[arthursfuckinghat]

His back against the earth, cushioned by grass, oh how much Arthur longed for stars above to reach out and ask,

"What do you yearn for?"

He envisions their silent presence, with all burdens they store.

Perhaps they have a haven where his secrets sleep, only to be awoken when the yearning's deep.

But with no stars to ask, his heart remained back, tucked away in the confines of inked pages, bound by leather and secrecy.

𑁦𐂂𑁦

[hmooncreates]

Join in the Sale for Love and help my partner and I pay for their immigration visa! All money earned from this sale will be going towards paying all immigration and moving costs.

Included in the bundle!

In Want of a Match | normally $10, currently $4

a ttrpg based on dating sims! Welcome to the city of Love, Insert State or Country Here! Here, love is quite literally in the air. Whether visiting, a new transplant, or a longtime lover of Love, everyone is trying to find their Match. 

Are you trying to find your One True Match? Or are you more of an Opposites Attract person? Are you…blunt? tactful? romantic? practical? Play to your strengths in Love and go on various dates across 6 different locations as you explore your own characters…and other peoples’. 

Play two different PCs as you explore the setting and get to know the other PCs. The goal of the game is to have both of your PCs in romantic relationships when the game ends.

honey sweet | normally $3, currently $1.20

a short zine of poetry that ranges from romantic to silly to serious to silly again

normally $13 total buy both the game and the zine for $5.20 until april 11th

GOAL (updated weekly): $4/$150

[bostonian-oilers-fan]

Tweets x NHL (3/?)

Part 1

Part 2

[derangedrhythms]

[...] in my poems death was my lover and my lover was death,

Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972: Extracting the Stone of Madness; from ‘The Dream of Death, or The Site of the Poetical Bodies’, tr. Yvette Siegert

[stiwfssr]