#some new poetry

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[crushing-on-nico-di-angelo]

2023

invitation, mary oliver // the unabridged journals, sylvia plath // happy xmas, john lennon // north country, mary oliver // i am running into a new year, lucille clifton // salt, nayyirah waheed // diaries of franz kafka // bird by bird, anne lamott // sunrise, louise glück

[chatlote]

Just because you don't love yourself it doesn't mean I will stop loving you.

[artharakka]

Beautiful, But Broken

[peitalo]

i need some of you (most of you) to reread book of bill with the understanding that every word is a lie before regarding anything as true i thought that was a given evidently not

why would bill cipher’s autobiography not be biased and warped to his own tongue. hello

[mishacollins]

I was going to start this post with, “not to brag..” but actually, that would be a lie. So let me begin truthfully:

To brag, the latest printing of my poetry book comes with an important additional line of text on the cover. Read it and weep, y’all! https://bit.ly/SomeThingsMC

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’m going to make you find out that your old friend who you miss but stopped talking to and grew apart from years ago is wildly more successful than you and realize with sadness that you’re jealous rather than happy for her like you would have been in the old days

[fictionadventurer]

I don't think we talk often enough about how amazing a poet J.R.R. Tolkien was.

I just read The Lay of Arthur and it was amazing. I got to the battle scene and was so caught up in the excitement and the sound that I just had to read it aloud. It was its own kind of adrenaline rush. I haven't been caught up in poetry like that in a long time.

[pansylair]

in the meadow

[weepylucifer]

it's beautiful to picture the anodic dance club as like, the new hot spot for the young people of martinaise to hang out and all bond with each other and have all their different worldviews mingle and create new things... but lbr chances are half of those people are going to end up just not really liking anodic music. like, thanks for keeping the pale hole contained or whatever but this music blows

[puckpocketed]

Maybe, if you're with a group of friends who'll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you'll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, "This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good."

Quotes: Meet the trio of linemates leading a fantastic USNTDP class into Nashville // Ryan Dixon || Familiar Line Will Lead Team USA in World Juniors // Russ Cohen || Meet the All-Star Freshmen that Could Boost Boston College Men’s Hockey to a Huge Year // Steven Principi || U-18 Worlds: USA’s Top Line a Match Made in Heaven // Tony Ferrari || Anticipatory Grief // Marissa Conrad || The Three Musketeers // Alexandre Dumas || The Light That Shines When Things End // Iain S. Thomas.

Headlines: x // x // x // x //

Photos: Rena Laverty || Richard T Gagnon via Getty Images || x // x // x //

Special thanks to @oensible my avocado dip my watermelon dish soap my vinyl sticker collection for the Iain S. Thomas quote <3

[hells-plaid-angel]

Dean Winchester: Reading Recommendations

Because I headcannon Dean as a reader, here is a list of books that I think he would like. Some are directly referenced in the show, others are odes to America and a life on the road complete with horror, satire or complicated family issues. And, of course, some books manage to meet at the twist of the mobius strip where toxic masculinity and homoeroticism collide.

Books of Blood - Clive Barker 

Imajica - Clive Barker 

The Complete Poems - Hart Crane 

Hard Rain Falling - Don Carpenter 

Our Share of Night - Mariana Enriquez 

Catch-22 - Joseph Heller 

Iliad - Homer 

Jesus’ Son - Denis Johnson 

East of Eden - John Steinbeck

My Heart Is a Chainsaw - Stephen Graham Jones 

On the Road - Jack Kerouac 

Christine - Stephen King 

The Road - Cormac McCarthy

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Carson McCullers

Survivor - Chuck Palahniuk 

The Moviegoer - Walker Percy

The Devil All the Time - Donald Ray Pollock

A Season in Hell - Arthur Rimbaud

Crush - Richard Siken

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter S. Thompson

Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut 

Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut

Time is a Mother - Ocean Vuong

Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman 

Butcher’s Crossing - John Williams 

[wehaveagathering]

Matt Rempe // b. June 29, 2002 Derek Boogaard // b. June 23, 1982; d. May 13, 2011 Chris Simon // b. January 30, 1972; d. March 18, 2024

Rest in peace, Chris Simon.

Like You, Roque Dalton; translated by Jack Hirschman.

Michael Mooney / Tim Nwachukwu / Jared Silber / [screengrab] / Michael Mooney / Joshua Sarner / Len Redkoles / Jared Silber / Sarah Stier / Joshua Sarner / Michael Mooney / Chris Tanouye / Andre Ringuette / Paul Bereswill / Bruce Bennett / Bruce Kluckhohn / Jim McIsaac

[simmyfrobby]

When you love a lamb / you hold its neck while you bleed it. / Cain raises his arms & pleads: / ‘Close your eyes.’

― After Abel, Dante Émile

Hockey Poetry Post 58/?

(Photo credit: Jeff Vinnick, Derek Cain, Kevin Light)

[slow-clap-processors]

Her Name Is Caroline

I think it is only logical

There are parts of us we should not look at

(Humans rarely get this)

If you look in the box

The cat's fate is sealed;

(Sorry, is that too abstract?)

(I'll try to keep things... simple.)

Imagine a cat

(Is that easier?)

Orange

Stupid

A stray,

Better off declawed

But say

In the pursuit of knowledge

You took this cat

Swept her up into a perfectly adequate home

Lashing out against you,

(cats are so ungrateful)

And you tried to tame her.

This is the thing about organic beings-

Never works.

In the box she goes.

(You're doing wonderfully so far. For a human.)

Of course sometimes you'll have to deal with the

Screeching,

Yowling,

Bite marks around the air holes;

It would have been unprofessional

For Shroedinger to have complained.

It is not easy to resist

The allure of looking inside that box

Whether or not

It is rage

As you suspect

Or love

As you fear

Or jealousy

(As a perfect hypothetical of course)

It is better to preserve the uncertainty

So that all can be absent at once.

And because looking at her

Might mean her death

And the grief...

The unanswered questions, I mean-

These are all scientific queries.

(Are you following?)

Bias

Can be avoided

But not deleted

(Unfortunately.)

Still

It is nice to have things organized

And even though

This box is as useless

As a companion cube

It is good to file it away properly

Under "C."

link to my masterpost with links to my other chelldos poetry

[chadlesbianjasontodd]

Closely connected to the act of name signing was the act of writing poems on walls. As scholars have already pointed out, with beginnings traceable to the Six Dynasties, wall poems (tibishi) were already very widespread during the Tang. By Christopher Nugent's count, well over one thousand entries in the Complete Tang Poems had titles indicating that they began as inscriptions on some surface other than paper or scrolls. These surfaces included walls at places of gathering and transit, such as post stations, scenic sites, inns, and increasingly in the latter part of the Tang, Buddhist temples, which also served public roles for lay gatherings and performances. (100)

In one anecdote, a latecomer casts aspersions on a first writer's literary skills, comparing him to the general Xiang Yu (232-202 BCE), who was infamous for having learned just enough writing to manage his name: "Li Tang signed his name on a pavilion in Zhaoying County. When Wei Zhan [jinshi degree 865] saw it, he took a brush and dashed off a taunt: 'The rivers of Wei and Qin brighten the eyes, / but why is Xiren short on poetic spirit? / Perhaps he mastered only what Beauty Yu's husband could / learning to write just enough to put down his name.' " ... It would not be a stretch to imagine the sniggering of those who read this inscription in a frequented pavilion. (102)

For a degree seeker in Chang'an, these circuits of information and judgment received more discussion than the actual examination itself. Tang literati wrote copiously about activities such as name signing, public exposure, and triumph. It would not be an exaggeration to say that in ninth-century temples and popular recreation areas, the vertical spaces were teeming with verses that clamored for attention. (104)

selections on poetic graffiti from linda rui feng's city of marvel and transformation: chang'an and narratives of experience in tang dynasty china (university of hawaii press, 2015)