#tory adkisson

[geryone]

The Flesh Between Us, Tory Adkisson

[evadneares]

Tory Adkisson, "Anecdote of the Pig"

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i love you like a rotten dog, i love you like my canines are falling out of my gums. like a monster, like a beast. like something not worth loving back.

Marie Lu The Young Elites / @/bloodyhellharry (on tumblr) from The Infamous Willow Prank, Part Three / Hélène Cixous excerpt from Love of the Wolf, "Stigmata: Escaping Texts" / @/thymoss (on tumblr) / Virginia Woolf The Waves / Deborah Landau Soft Targets / Tory Adkisson Anecdote of the Pig

i. Marie Lu, The Young Elites

[ "So. Tell me, little wolf. Would you like to punish those who have wronged you?" ]

ii. @/bloodyhellharry

[ Pencil drawing of three panels of a comic strip. The first image is of a closed hatch. The second image shows the hatch being opened slightly. The third imagine is the largest. It shows a wolf with a large shadow, snarling at the cracked hatch. "IF HE'D GOT / AS FAR AS THIS HOUSE, / HE'D HAVE MET A FULLY GROWN / WEREWOLF" ]

iii. Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf

[ "The lamb loves its wolf. The wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love of the lamb. The lamb loves the wolf's fragility, and the wolf loves the frail one's force. The wolf is now the lamb's lamb and the lamb has tamed the wolf. Love blackens the lamb." ]

iv. @/thymoss

[ Messy sketch of the head of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of it's face, pointing away from it. "I will / remove my teeth, for I / want to remain / kind despite / my anger" ]

v. Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[ "I press you to me. / Come, pain, feed on me. / Bury our fangs into my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob." ]

vi. Deborah Landau, Soft Targets

[ "We are animal hungry down to our delicate bones." ]

vii. Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig

[ "Do you still believe myths / can save you? Foolish creature. / Let me be clear: every version of the story / ends with you being slaughtered." ]

[dogearedheart]

this is how it was always going to be. you know this. you've always known. you wrote the script.

[what resembles the grave but isn't, anne boyer || lazarus rising, supernatural || I didn't apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah) || unknown || grief lessons: four plays by euripides, anne carson || carry on, supernatural || the truth about grief, fortesa latifi || anecdote of the pig, tory adkisson || aeschylus: the oresteia, aeschylus || @/heavensghost]

[thensson]

Anecdote of the Pig, Tory Adkisson || Konstantin Korobov || The Love of the Wolf, Hélène Cixous || Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanthi, George Seferis || Ossuaries, Dionne Brand

[corruptedtwinks]

Tory Adkisson - Anecdote of the Pig /// Anne Sexton/Linda Pastan - The Poet Of Ignorance/Why Are Your Poems So Dark? /// Gregory Orr - Origin of the Marble /// Twenty One Pilots - Polarize /// Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid’s Tale /// Ernest Hemingway - The Complete Short Stories

[martellspear]

girls when their "I could not prevent it" translates to keeping sarah in the house for a little while longer but she still dies / reading they both die at the end and hoping that the characters survive / tory adkisson's every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered / suddenly it's december, and you're not seventeen anymore / mary's womb was also a grave / feeling empathy for ghosts haunting the narrative / denying there are certain fates they can't change, the castle was inevitable going to crumble

[othellho]

Tory Adkisson, Oracle to Oracle

[joontora]

Ode to Sneakers

BY TORY ADKISSON

Cleveland, Ohio

arranged in a pile, stinking like wildflowers,

used gym socks protruding

from their “mouths” like stamen.

Why is the stink of bacteria so alluring to me?

The accumulation of single cells in a dark,

damp sole, the minutiae of Adidas, Chucks,

& Nikes lying on the floor

with mute tongues. This is my secret

that stops being a secret

when I write it. There are four guys

living here, around twenty or twenty-five pairs

between them. Upstairs I hear them snoring,

masturbating, watching old war movies

while I lean low & lift a shoe to my nose

to inhale its bitter acid. I’m breathing in

a chronicle of the day’s many male

labors—running track, basketball, P90X—

with closed eyes, aware that this metonymy

can’t draw me to a field, or us any

closer, than taste or touch might.

It’s too dark. Too difficult to grasp anything beyond

myself—& even then, being invisible is exciting.

Just listening is exciting. Above me

thunder rolls, mattresses squeak, bombs

are going off. Down here, I’m face down in the chasm

between shame & denial, my erection

a bridge to a better, more sensual world.

[unfathomable-understanding]

[The title cover of I AM THE PRETTY THING THAT LIVES IN THE HOUSE - Osgood Perkins, Netflix]

[ « I wasn’t beautiful anymore. / Now I looked like what I was, a raw wound. » Janet Fitch, White Oleander]

[ID: a scene from ‘I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House’. Lily is sitting in a chair, her back to us. She’s talking into an old phone. She is sat at a table, facing a window. The room is dark. A small lamp is on the left, close to a chair hung upside down on the wall. The subtitles read, This is how you rot. End ID]

[« At least she is there, / I’d thought, even if she is just a ghost and doesn’t speak, / at least she is / there » Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Whitching]

[A scene from I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House. Most of the image is pitch black; the characters on the far right are faintly illuminated. Ms Blum has her eyes closed while Poppy’s ghost whispers in her ear, her left hand up to hide her mouth.]

[« Let me be clear: every version of the story / ends with you being slaughtered. » Tory Adkisson, Anectode of the Pig.]

[« ‘Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.’ / ‘I don’t believe in ghosts,’ I said, faintly. / ‘Some people can’t see the color red. That doesn’t mean it isn’t there,’ she replied. Sue Grafton, M is for Malice »

I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House, 2016

[geryone]

The Flesh Between Us, Tory Adkisson

[kiwifrowner]

“Do you still believe myths can save you? Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered.”

—Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig

[aimseytv]

[solokabuto]

mmmm morgan core

[musinghotline]

I love you like a rotten dog, I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, Like a monster, like a beast Like something not worth loving back.

[lauraneedstochill]

Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig / Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians series — Book One: The Lightning Thief / Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images / a poem by @a-j-s-the-only / by @florisbaratheons / Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees / artist Geloy Concepcion, instagram project “Things You Wanted To Say But Never Did” / a poem by @safarthroughwords / Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden.