#this itself is poetry

[lucidloving]

D. Alan Holmes, Enlightenment // Signet Amenti // @cryptonature // Alan Wilsom Watts // Evan M. Cohen, "Oceans" // Nikita Gill // @pauladoodles // Julian Gough, "Minecraft End Poem" // Sleeping At Last—Saturn

[schneesisterss]

alicent standing finally free amongst the sky and sea and rhaenyra crushed by the weight of history

[psychologeek]

Jewish people online: someone I know died :(

Goyim online: yayy another dead jew i mean, Zionist! Go back to where you came from!

Yemen (1 jew, imprisoned by Houthies): ...

Poland (ethnically cleansed 99% of the Jewish population in 8 years):

(Not new. 2019, for example:)

Tzur Erlich:

Two memorial days in very close date,

In favour of some calculation

What is the cost of having a state

And what was the cost when we didn't

שני ימי זיכרון סמוכים כל שנה,

לטובת החישוב הכללי

כמה עולה לנו עם מדינה

וכמה עולה לנו בלי.

(צור ארליך)

(feel free to rb. It's the only way to get more ppl to see it)

[obesogen]

garbage disposal

Some of us in this life are only meant to be a massive, fat, fuckpile–

wobbling uncontrollably and constantly fucked on all sides,

by dicks of all kinds,

slippery between the rolls with cum and lube,

Eating anything given to you indiscriminately

and undeniably

Sow and Pig and Hog

-like

The food is all the perfectly good food that no one in the apt. building wants,

It slides towards you from a hopper above into a funnel around your fat little face,

connected to a collar that has a radio to call out to your feeder,

sitting in the dark of the basement eating and eating and eating all the remains,

And if you don’t eat fast enough that blubbery mug will be

Suffocated

in leftover sandwiches and half-eaten slices of birthday cake.

You love all food you aren’t picky where it comes from,

Belly swollen and spread out in front of you on a pile of mattresses,

groaning and perspiring.

But now suddenly,

you feel the food piling up above your head inside the cone faster

You sense for the first time in so long, fear,

You scream out, not that loudly –

because you can hardly breathe

“hey im too full still! I— ccc-aan’t eat all this!! Please!”

Your feeder pretends not to notice you

You feel the massive expanse of your back get cold with dread

You can still feel the faceless others fucking you, grunting, uninterested in your plight

And you just start eating your way out,

and silently pray your stomach doesn’t burst

[fearandhatred]

i was thinking about this line from my fic:

But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys.

and i came up with this. i hope the vision came through

[dustykneed]

(tsfs feels anyone? fanart below.)

You've been in his head.

But he says, never faltering, the words,

"I choose the danger."

It is in that moment that you understand:

He could never, would never,

Has never hated you.

Now you realize:

this is what humans refer to as love.

[nightskies-and-sweetnothings]

finally did some bits of my journal that i made! so heres pages one, two, and the cover :)

i’ll put the august page in a separate post because i have something else that goes with it :)

[temothylol]

i was struggling with shadows quills the other day, so i was scrolling through reference images, trying to figure out how his silhouette works.

and then i realized that its a star.

and i had to sit down with that realization

[faaun]

the way that diff languages sound r so fascinating they're all different and all so vivid

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Dialog, 1973 :: By Rudolf Bonvie :: (The Mind Will Follow)

[from a larger series of photographs here]

* * * *

Turn Again To Life by Mary Lee Hall

If I should die and leave you here a while, be not like others sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep. For my sake – turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something to comfort weaker hearts than thine. Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine and I, perchance may therein comfort you.

[ghosts-of-love]

you know how people always write "clean me" on the back of dirty vans? drove to big tesco earlier and saw this instead

[lovethytendytenderly]

Somebody Told Me by The Killers // an edit a day til penguins hockey, a countdown (day 27)

x

[sheavesandbounds]

sometimes her family looks at me and their tongues curl around the name of a dead girl i stare them in the eyes with an unfamiliar smile until they swallow it down uncomfortably they do not know what i am all anyone knows is that she went away and i came back in her place i wear her skin i carry her flesh and bones and puppet them as if they were mine but they do not fit me and so her family wails and cries: how could i desecrate her memory? how could i even consider changing her body? how could i mutilate her? she is not the one being mutilated i have sliced and torn and ripped away parts of my soul to try and fit this body, yet it slowly rots around me i can feel it coming apart at the seams from the pressure of containing even fragments of me and still they call me her name, as if they cannot smell the stench of death

i understand that they loved her they miss her they mourn for her they think that i am doing this to hurt them her can they not see that dragging around this corpse under the guise of being her is more disrespectful to her memory than anything else? can they not see that i loved her too?

the girl is dead but the body remains i will reshape it to fit me and it will be my turn to live.

Inspired by this post and the tags

[solaestial]

The Sweet Escape - Poets of the Fall

bonus version with fewer color tweaks

[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)