#since a lot of people who've done art for this poem are queer and i don't think it's an accident

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

just. like. the fact that the two headed calf poem is about the brevity of life and the cruelty of those who can't find beauty in the freakish and holding on to what moments and wonders you can, but at the same time.

at the same time you've got this little calf seeing twice as many stars in the sky and you've got people making art of him, over and over again, so much of it, so many mediums and styles from so many people who've probably never even met each other, so much of everything, from the passionate and the introspective to the scientific and the shitposty, all these people celebrating him and mourning him and preserving him, protecting him, replicating and resurrecting him however we can.

and you can take a little freak and wrap him in newspaper, but an idea, even one as small and strange as a two headed calf, is so much harder to kill. you can't stop the newspaper, but tonight stretches on, returned to over and over again with every picture, every bit of contemplation, every joke and meme, on and on and on and on.

twice upon twice upon twice upon twice as many stars in the sky. and we can see them all alongside him.