#poetryfic

[mike-wheeler-faggotry]

HA I GOT MY SECRET SANTA PROMPT!!! sorry poetryfic readers im abandoning you until next year lmaoo

[gravelghosts]

I loved the poetry you featured in “teaching poetry to fish” so much! Do you have a list of all of those poems anywhere, or any additional recommendations?

hi! okay so I *didn't* have a list of all those poems in one place but now I do!

I always feel like I should put in a disclaimer that I'm a science-major idiot barely pretending to know a goddamn thing about lit er a ture, so like. there are SO many people who know so much more about poetry than I do, and SO MANY MORE POETS. these are just a bunch of things I happened to read and liked.

anyway because I'm ridiculous, in addition to just giving you a list I'm gonna also ramble about some of the poets a bit and tell you if I have any favorites of theirs that aren't in here. and I'm gonna break it down by ~era. and it’s all going under a cut ‘cause it’s gonna be long.

ANCIENT SHIT

horace: carmina 1.3, carmina 3.2. horace was a roman dude who wrote in latin and once upon a time I learned latin and tried translating some of his poetry. I can't really tell you much else about him. I forgot it all. but as far as latin poets I also really like catullus.

liu zongyuan: dwelling by a stream, river snow. I really just found these poems from googling and don't know much about their author, but he seems awesome. I believe he was writing during the tang dynasty? if you google his stuff or tang dynasty poets you should find some online sources with loads more chinese poetry from that era and it's pretty great.

PRE-19TH CENTURY EUROPEAN DUDES BEING DRAMATIC ABOUT RELIGION

there are so many people who can say so much smarter shit about this section than me. I learned enough to go grabbing what I wanted.

dante alighieri: inferno

john donne: the bait, a hymn to god the father

john milton: paradise lost

NINETEENTH CENTURY AMERICAN POETS

ok so I know a lot more american poets than I know other poets. just in general. I feel like the two giants of the nineteenth century are dickinson and whitman, and they're super different, and you can probably tell which one is more my style, but like, whitman's good too!

walt whitman: song of myself (I don't think I actually quoted this one but I echoed something from it in the text and now I can't remember for the life of me what)

emily dickinson! I love the shit out of emily dickinson. her poems aren't really titled, so this is just all the first lines: my life had stood a loaded gun, this world is not conclusion, how the old mountains drip with sunset, the brain is wider than the sky, a narrow fellow in the grass, I felt a funeral in my brain, to pile like thunder to its close, much madness is divinest sense, after great pain a formal feeling comes, bring me the sunset in a cup, the poets light but lamps, tell all the truth but tell it slant, split the lark and you'll find the music.

EARLY TWENTIETH CENTURY

okay so I feel like 1900 to 1930 or something was a RICH time for poets. there's a lot going on here. the world is changing and ww1 in particular makes everyone feel that way, especially in europe; you get a lot of poets processing that. you also get poets like robert frost over in america writing this kind of intentionally old-fashioned subject matter but with more modernism in it than you'd think. we're gonna do the europeans first:

wilfred owen: dulce et decorum est

william butler yeats: the second coming, sailing to byzantium

t.s. eliot: the love song of alfred j. prufrock

a.e. housman. this dude was a very sad gay man and classical scholar. I think he did a lot of latin translations but not of authors I'm too familiar with. he's the subject of a brilliant tom stoppard play, "the invention of love." housman poems I used were: vii. he would not stay for me, and who can wonder; xxx. shake hands, we shall never be friends; xxvi. the half-moon westers low, my love. and for americans:

carl sandburg: skyscraper. more processing of modernity! but this time in terms of its architecture, specifically in the midwestern context (chicago). I really think cas would like this poem.

robert frost: birches. I really liked and wanted to use "for once, then, something," which is about looking down wells and trying to see secrets, but I couldn't find a spot. it feels like an incredibly cas poem to me as well. I also nearly used "a dream pang" and "after apple-picking." in fact, am I sure I didn't use "after apple-picking"? oh dear. it's in the Vibes anyway.

HARLEM RENAISSANCE

langston hughes: poem, the dream keeper. there's a lot more harlem renaissance poets than I included here that I haven't really dug into yet. but I've read some claude mckay that I liked. I also love the langston hughes poem "the negro speaks of rivers," and while its language vibes very much with poetryfic, it didn't feel appropriate to take out of context in that way.

MORE AMERICANS, SO MANY AMERICANS

marianne moore: the fish. I like marianne moore fine in general, I'm not head over heels for her, but she was a big mentor of elizabeth bishop, and she wrote a poem called the fish, so. I also like her poem about ostriches.

allen ginsberg: howl, kaddish, song.

sylvia plath: blackberrying

elizabeth bishop: the fish, insomnia, seascape, one art. elizabeth bishop is a big rec for me - you can get all her collected poems in one reasonably sized book, she didn't write all that much over the course of her life, and her use of language to evoke places and moods absolutely floors me.

robert hass: meditation at lagunitas

HELLO LET'S GO TO SWEDEN

okay so listen. the one non-science class (the only one!) I took in college was on scandinavian literature. so I know a couple swedish poets. that's it. but I LOVE THEM.

tomas tranströmer. my favorite book of translations is bright scythe, translated by patty crane. I recommend ALL of it without reservation but what I included was: baltics, romanesque arches, kyrie, winter's formulas, face to face, allegro, the nightingale in badelunda, secrets on the way. I didn't wind up using "firescribbling" but put that on your tranströmer list too.

edith södergran: hell, dangerous dreams, vierge moderne. I don't know as much about her as I do about tranströmer but I love her stuff! and there are some that felt EXTREMELY deancas-relevant but that I didn't have a chance to include: triumph of existing & the instrument's lament. all the poems I have of hers are in a collection entitled love & solitude. honestly, go read those last two, like, now. if you can't find them come back here and tell me and I'll transcribe them. you need them. that's all.

SEAMUS HEANEY GETS HIS OWN SECTION

look so I only used a single seamus heaney poem in this whole damn thing but who cares? he's a legend. and I love all of his stuff. the vast majority is SO specific and evocative of rural ireland that it wasn't very transferable to the context of poetryfic. I used "valediction."

NATALIE DIAZ GETS HER OWN SECTION

I also only used one natalie diaz poem because I didn't really know her yet. but she's the BEST. she's my FAVORITE. I used "these hands, if not gods." her whole new poetry collection postcolonial love poem absolutely knocks me out, and her first one is great too. if you want another poem that you can find on the internet try "if I should come upon your house lonely in the west texas desert."

I DON'T KNOW I FOUND THEM ON TUMBLR

uh. these are some poets I don't know anything about. I just saw them on tumblr. and was like yes that's the stuff.

hannah faith notess: yoshi (a pastoral)

jane mead: I have been living

craig morgan teicher: another day

PEOPLE I'M MAD I DIDN'T LEARN ABOUT IN TIME FOR POETRYFIC

joy harjo, especially "invisible fish" (I mean come on) (I did write an extra fic just to use that one though)

anna akhmatova. incredible russian poet. I’m really just getting to know her now.

ada limón. I think I did actually know some of her stuff (especially "what it looks like to us and the words we use," which I could have used if the opportunity arose, it just didn't) but I am looking forward to diving deeper.

BONUS SECTION FOR MARY OLIVER

I mean she's mary oliver. if someone wants to be snide about her popularity, don't listen to them, she's brilliant. I feel like I didn't really dive into her body of work for poetryfic because I probably would have found so much relevant that I'd get myself all turned around by it, but the one I came closest to using is "don't hesitate."

I hope that this is something like what you were hoping for! I had fun rambling, anyway. :D

[aliatori]

FANFIC - mouthful of forevers

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Gladiolus Amicitia/Cor Leonis

Summary: Cor finds a way to connect with a distant Gladio.

Rating: Mature

Notes: Inspired by the poem “Mouthful of Forevers” by Clementine von Radics

If the capacity for guilt hadn’t been burned out of Cor with all the ruthless precision of a life spent at war, he might feel a degree of guilt at how much he enjoys the peace and quiet with Gladio gone.

Objectively, it’s a beautiful day. Sun pours in through the window, streaming in behind one of the faded navy blue curtains that isn’t quite pushed back from the glass, the glittering surface of the lake visible beyond the thick row of reeds lining the shore. Picturesque and idyllic—exactly what he imagined all those years ago when he first dreamt of respite, exactly what he imagined when he and a broken, empty Gladio left Insomnia behind months ago.

Cor’s eyes drift down to the pine flooring of the cabin, following a liquid trail of dark brown stains from the front door to the kitchen, where a wounded Gladio had collapsed three days prior. Gladio has always read as easily as a open book, the pages lined with clear, bold print, but lately…

Lately, it’s as though Gladio is ripping the pages out of that book, consigning them one by one to various flames: the seductive, shimmering allure of recklessness; the pure, cleansing fire of anger; the guttering, smoldering embers of shame; the cold, biting intensity of loneliness. Most of all, Gladio has been surrendering to rage, a rage powerful enough to devour all other emotion and swallow it down to drown and die. Cor has been hoping—knowing full well how treacherous hope can be—Gladio will reduce himself to cinders and start to grow anew, will let the ashes of his sorrow enrich the soil of his new life.

He hasn’t.

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[waggingtongue]

Why must I be good to feel better

and who made these rules?

Fads have come and gone

for eons, but the rules of nature

have never been tamed.

Tough love from a tough broad

that are worthy of learning young.

[aeondeug]

And got through Timespinner. Went after the Nuvius side of things first because patricide is awesome and I’m happy I don’t have to make up with that fuck. More video games where you don’t have to make up with your father in any fashion and get to bitterly hate him till the very end. Fuck the concept of having to forgive someone just because they’re your family. That aside...

After I do some cleanup I’ll head through NG+ to handle the Vol Terris side of the equation. This will also be where I get the perfect a boss achievement. We’ll just go at the Cat Sentry till we get what we’re after.

Endings are nice. I’m extremely weak to that whole ‘And to save the world and my loved ones I must become a god who does not exist in the world’ thing. I am also extremely weak to SUDDENLY TIMESPINNER NOISES AND NEL GOING ??? NEXT TO THE STATUE OF THE ETERNAL MOTHER. That will be turned into a poem at some point. I will need to think on it though. And other poems too. I must write. Poetryfic for it. Because it deserves such things.

[ceaselesslywatched]

wrote some martin poetry, for all your jonmartin poetryfic needs

[libraryscarf]

for the crew of rogue one on the beaches of scarif

There are worse things than hunger,

There are things worse than thirst.

We are the homeless, the hollow, the wild,

The uncrowned kings of history,

The soldiers of a hundred silent wars.

But we are also the fabric of souls and stars

And when we burn, we take you with us.

[ao3feed-spirk]

Forgot in cruel happiness; that even lovers drown

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CZiet7

by wcdewilsonn (oceanboys)

When his mother died, he had been distraught for weeks, unable to think past the wave of misery and loss her death had drummed up inside him. And here he was, again, grieving for another one he loves, those turbulent emotions wrenching through him, wrecking him; watching Jim’s youthful, bright face lie cold and blank on the biobed in medbay.

Jim gets hurt on an away mission. Spock kind-of copes.

Words: 4705, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Star Trek Songfic and Poetryfic

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek AOS, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jim Kirk, Spock, Nyota Uhura, Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Spock

Additional Tags: Gays in spaaaace, Boys In Love, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Minor Injuries, Injury Recovery, Major Character Injury, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Spock is panicking and decides that dicking down his Captain is the best way to deal, Chess games as foreplay, Hurt Spock, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Top Spock, Bottom Kirk, that boy is a bottom.jpeg

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CZiet7

[xannik]

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[ao3feed-kirkmccoy]

no colours in our skin; till we let the spectrum in

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NU2MUi

by wcdewilsonn (oceanboys)

Lately, Jim’s golds had started splotching with a vibrant lilac, giving Leonard pause the first time it had happened. He had stood there, staring at Jim, until Jim called his name with a small smile and raised eyebrow. He had blushed once again, and said something about a medical checkup, before storming right off the bridge again, completely forgetting what he had originally went to do. He hadn’t seen Jim at all, really, since then, and he was vaguely glad for it; Leonard was sure he’d be caught staring again, and no good could come of that.

Or; the one where McCoy sees colours.

Words: 5175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Star Trek Songfic and Poetryfic

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Leonard McCoy, Jim Kirk, Spock, other unnamed characters

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk/Leonard McCoy, James Kirk/Leonard McCoy

Additional Tags: Synesthesia, (sort of?? It is and it isn't), Colours, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, god these boys are in love and it's killing me, Pining, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Top McCoy, Top Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Bottom Jim, Bottom Kirk, Bottom James T. Kirk, abominable use of Italics YET AGAIN, my writing is pretentious and so am I, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Anal Play, First Time

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NU2MUi

[ao3feed-mckirk]

no colours in our skin; till we let the spectrum in

by wcdewilsonn (oceanboys)

Lately, Jim’s golds had started splotching with a vibrant lilac, giving Leonard pause the first time it had happened. He had stood there, staring at Jim, until Jim called his name with a small smile and raised eyebrow. He had blushed once again, and said something about a medical checkup, before storming right off the bridge again, completely forgetting what he had originally went to do. He hadn’t seen Jim at all, really, since then, and he was vaguely glad for it; Leonard was sure he’d be caught staring again, and no good could come of that.

Or; the one where McCoy sees colours.

Words: 5175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Star Trek Songfic and Poetryfic

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Leonard McCoy, Jim Kirk, Spock, other unnamed characters

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk/Leonard McCoy, James Kirk/Leonard McCoy

Additional Tags: Synesthesia, (sort of?? It is and it isn't), Colours, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, god these boys are in love and it's killing me, Pining, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Top McCoy, Top Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Bottom Jim, Bottom Kirk, Bottom James T. Kirk, abominable use of Italics YET AGAIN, my writing is pretentious and so am I, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Anal Play, First Time

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/16364954 via AO3 works tagged 'James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy' http://archiveofourown.org/works/16364954

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[cepsefogah-blog]

Today is another Poetryfic day for me. Rocked two stages already (KNUST, College of Agric & Natural Resources, and KNUST College of Art and Built Environment) got one more stage to go. Check poster for details #megborna #poetry #poetrycommunity #cepsefogah #performance (at KNUST)

[aeondeug]

“how much poetryfic do you want to exist aon?”

do you see how many prose fics there are for like big m/m ships in big fandoms? i want that much. that exact amount.

[xannik]

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[aeondeug]

the poetficcer begs ever for poetryfic. finding any brings me joy.