#poets doing poet things

[hersurvival]

The birds woke up with the sun

And haunted the trees out back.

Chirping and frantic,

I could see them through the glass.

Six feeders filled,

They've left.

Screaming and searching for nurture

But once offered

They turn back to ghosts -

Their song distant,

My feeders still full.

[liveandbreathemusicals]

Gay people will be like “this is my comfort show!” And then show you the most emotionally devastating, stress-inducing, tragic piece of media you have ever witnessed

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Peter Weir: ok this is the big finale and probably the most important moment in Todd’s whole story, showing the audience his growth from the shy awkward kid who couldn’t speak in class or participate in anything into this changed person

Ethan Hawke: don’t worry, I got this

Ethan Hawke: 🧍

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I really love the little detail of paw prints on the promotional posts for THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT because all of this stuff is coming from Taylor’s desk, so of course the cats would be stepping all over her desk and leaving their marks on her documents.

[nondelphic]

i love writing fantasy because you can create entire worlds… and then immediately forget the rules of the magic system you made up

[thoughtsandaisies]

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

There’s something soooooooooooooo beautiful in the way she sings, “And I'm just. getting. color. back. into. my. face, I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for so long.”

Like singing through it with gritted teeth, just barely starting to come out of the fog, realizing she survived (but at what cost) and it was hard-won, knowing she was dying and she had to do it, but it still hurts because she once loved the home that turned into a prison, she loved who they were in that home at one point, but she’s mad that it all blew up and she’s mad that she let herself stay in that place for long now that she has confirmation by leaving that it would have killed her. There’s exhaustion, there’s anger, there’s tenderness, there’s resignation all at the same time in her voice.

It’s such a stunning song.

[tortured-poet-of-thursday]

breaking down thinking of Neil’s smile when he came out of the curtain, crown in hand, hoping his father was proud of him, and how fast it faded when seeing the stern expression on the man’s face.

[byoldervine]

Writers, tell me about your story in the dumbest way possible

I’ll go first:

Superhero princesses save the world with the help of that one straight white guy who’s just happy to be here, couldn’t have done it without the fortune of a white woman defying all the odds by deciding against a gender reveal party

[neilperryismine]

the scene where they have the first dead poets society meeting and neil’s death scene feel like direct parallels with the shadows and silhouettes

[desire-mona]

to anyone who was also insane about the rsl hug gif: im about to make your life infinitely worse

[relicsongmel]

Thinking about Iris being blindsided by her love for Phoenix.

Iris feeling nothing for him at first, only dating him to prevent yet another needless death and even more blood on her sister's hands.

Iris seeing his earnestness and dedication to becoming a lawyer for his friend and being profoundly moved by it.

Iris asking Phoenix to return the bottle necklace less and less often because him doing so would mean her losing the greatest joy she had ever felt outside of her love for her sister.

Iris overthinking her own happiness when she's with Phoenix because this wasn't supposed to happen.

Iris stifling her love for Phoenix because she feels guilty for it.

Iris knowing her love is doomed to fail.

Iris feeling sick to her stomach when Dahlia expresses to her exactly how much of a nuisance she thinks Phoenix is and how things would be so much easier for her if she just got rid of him.

Iris debating if her love for Phoenix is worth dismantling the lie she's created.

Iris debating if her love for Phoenix is worth more than her own life.

Iris debating if her love for Phoenix is worth more than her sister's life.

Iris thinking her love will forever remain unsaid after Dahlia frames Phoenix for murder.

Iris seeing Phoenix again five years later in a cruel twist of fate and fearing her love will be discovered...and soundly rejected.

Iris seeing Phoenix again five years later in a cruel twist of fate and fearing her love will be discovered...but not rejected.

Iris fearing that she will be loved despite her love.

Iris fearing she will be seen for all she is, in all her unmasked, cowardly, selfish glory...and accepted.

Iris being unable to imagine a fate more cruel than being loved after all she's done.

Iris being doomed by her love.

[royaltea000]

He’s like the worlds shittiest Madonna to me

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Something something every time Charlie isn’t fighting to be the center of attention, he is always looking around to others to gauge their reactions and silently observing them all something something he is searching for connection, to fit in and be loved but he doesn’t know how to ask for love so instead he gains their attention by acting out in ways he knows they’ll notice and tries to pretend their attention and love are the same thing

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

The way Taylor talks about how she thought this person was going to be the one and saw her future with throughout the album only for things to end and her feel like she was almost deceived in a way is heartbreaking.

“There was danger in the heat of my touch/He saw forever so he smashed it up”

“You swore that you loved me/but where were the clues?/I died on the altar waiting for the proof/You sacrificed us to the/gods of your bluest days”

“When your impressionist paintings of heaven/Turned out to be fakes/Well, you took me to hell, too/And all at once, the ink bleeds/A con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme”

“You shit-talked me under the table/Talking rings and talking cradles/I wish I could un-recall/How we almost had it all/Dancing phantoms on the terrace/Are they second-hand embarrassed/That I can't get out of bed/Cause something counterfeit's dead/It was legendary/It was momentary/It was unnecessary/Should've let it stay buried/Oh what a valiant roar/What a bland goodbye/The coward claimed he was a lion/I'm combing through the braids of lies/"I'll never leave"/"Never mind"

“You said I needed a brave man/Then proceeded to play him/Until I believed it too”

“Hand on the throttle/Thought I caught lightning in a bottle/Oh, but it's gone again”

“Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand/Oh, still I dream of him/Please/I've been on my knees/Change the prophecy/Don't want money/Just someone who wants my company/Let it once be me/Who do I have to speak to/About if they can redo/The prophecy?”

[suburbansuns]

me & my dog by boygenius (2018) // letter to an old poet by boygenius (2023)