#yes that shel silverstein

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Country Lessons With Hoochie

Been on a huge Dean Dillon kick lately, figured I’d put a little list together. I know a lot of y’all don’t listen to country much, or maybe you never have, but I hope you’ll give it a shot. Dean, born Larry Dean Flynn, is an American songwriter credited with much of George Strait's success, but he’s got an extensive catalog far beyond what he’s penned for Strait. Below, I’ve compiled a list of some of my favorites.

Tennessee Whiskey - David Allen Coe (1981), George Jones (1983), Chris Stapleton (2015) Miami, My Amy - Keith Whitley (1985) Tequila Eyes - Randy Rogers Band (2016) An Empty Glass - Gary Stewart (1988) Ocean Front Property - George Strait (1987) Unwound - George Strait (1981) Nobody in His Right Mind Would’ve Left Her - Keith Whitley (1985) Spilled Perfume - Pam Tillis (1994) Every Little Honky Tonk Bar - George Strait (2019)

With over two hundred songs to his name, if these aren’t for you, chances are the others might be. Tennessee Whiskey remains one of the most famous country songs of all time, and there's no doubt Dean helped solidify Straits spot as the King of Country – though it's worth considering his continuing contributions. With recent hits from Lainy Wilson and Luke Combs, he continues to mark his place as a legacy in country music. 

[fightagorillaonceeachweek]

Say what you want but in my heart the song “A Boy named Sue” is about how trans people are forced to become tougher due to growing up in an unsupportive world.

[haveyouheardthisband]

has there ever been a poll where "i've heard of them, but haven't listened" has won? thank you so much for doing this!! i'm in awe of your dedication!!

Yes, but it's pretty rare. I think this is all of them (so far): Gojira, Pussy Riot, William Shatner, Lil Yachty, Skid Row, Shel Silverstein, Cannibal Corpse, Tramp Stamps, and Phish

[dabiconcordia]

Where the Sidewalk Ends 

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. by Shel Silverstein

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"If you are a dreamer, come in"

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[swiftthistletea]

friday afternoon circletime preparing to read some Shel Silverstein kidskino "my mom got me this book waaaaaay back in 1993"

"you have a mom!?" "yes" "who is she??" "well she's my mom." "no, i mean who is she." "she's my mother." "whats her name." "her name is N and she lives in Texas." "you dont live with your mom???" (literal earth shattering shock) "no I dont anymore. Does your mom live with your grandma?" (thoughtful confusion, gears turning, realization happening)

[itsbenedict]

The Flood is a tabletop game by Jenna Moran about poetry mutilation and farmland financialization. Last August, Farn, Zero and I all played it. These are the results:

Where the Sidewalk Ends, by Shel Silverstein (maimed by me)

There is a place where sidewalk ends And right before the long street bends, And there the grass grows soft for friends, As under sun the road it wends And there the moon-bird rests from flight To cool in the peppermint night. Let’s leave this place where smoke blows white And dark streets wind away from sight. Yes, Ickle, Pickle, Tickle Too Go o’er sidewalk with flying shoe. “Hooray! What fun! It’s time we flew!” Say each and every -Ickle Too And Captain Ick drives Pick down streets While Tick cooks stews with beans and beets And higher, higher, in their seats Ick Pick and Tick chase sidewalk’s sweets. Past pits where asphalt flowers grow We walk a walk measured and slow, And watch where chalk-white arrows go To reach where sidewalk dare not flow. Yes, walk a walk measured and slow, And go where chalk-white arrows go, For children mark, and children know Where sidewalk ends, it ends fo’ sho’.

Question, by May Swenson (vivisected by @eternalfarnham)

Body my house my horse my spouse How will I rouse when you are soused Where will I sleep What tea will I steep What prey, like sheep Upon shall I leap Where can I go With my to all fro too late for the show How will I know in thicket ahead If my genes will spread when Body my shed- raised dog is dead How will it be to lie fancy free without cash to buy A house in Mai Lai With cloud for shift how will I grift? Body, mortgaged horse and house And rouses GDP from the thicket How can I rest? I’ll sell my shed-raised dog And we all lie fancy free in Mai Lai To profit without needing any grift But how am I meant to grift When I own such a profitable house, Comparable to a timeshare in Mai Lai And bring with them a faithful little dog Called Body to investigate thickets? Your wallet will ever be thick. It Will let you achieve results without grift Your investors? Like sheep. Just trust me, dog, Your body, like a temple, but, a house On such a venture? You can’t let this lie! But if you don’t want Mai Lai Or to eval treasures in the thicket, Away this deal, then turn to theft and grift Then let the cops slam you in the big house Where you’ll be eaten by a faithful dog. In this race I have no dog. Do I seem like the kind of girl to lie? If so, I’ll return to my giant house, Because I left you in the cruel thicket, And need therapy. But my guy has grift And back the world’s most profitable dog: The body of this poem is no grift. You can’t let this venture eternal lie As if dead, never roused from the thicket. You’ll thank me when you beat the gambling house. A thicket fit for capital’s running-dogs, In you I lie, and profit without grift.

untitled, by @cloakofshadow (grievously injured by Zerovirus)

The world was born in flame and gold, By decree of realm’s supreme, Fresh and free of painful earthly debts. You would not dare the market break, The world was born- then torn and sold, Creation’s value pierced the sky It pleases you to buy and buy and buy To know all things would surely grow in price. A thousand graphs housing bearish prices, That quaver tracking values of soft gold, Merchants follow but one goal supreme, Flee from spectres, shadows of your true debt. All souls are born in void, and break, So why not make some cash when they get sold Souls born in an empty void-like sky Know nothing but that they must buy buy buy. And all their reason works to buy Lights that cast no shadows but for price, Each night ursines fight for flecks of gold, Strive and strife and prove themselves supreme. Constant siblings are their death and debt, Each others’s skulls they crack and fiercely break. No use for pebbles that you cannot sell, No need for solid stone beneath the sky. And even you, who seeks the sky You would not dare not to buy; You’ve made the grave your lordly price And drawn all warmth from hoarded gold Atop which you take repose supreme Lest ye be taken by the cursed debt You fear to burn but shall be pleased to break What you hold but know can never sell. An empty place beside the antiques sold Rich linens shipped across the distant sky My lord has said, you shall not buy, You shall not spend, you shall not price, You shall be bold and uphold gold, You shall not fear the doom of debt, You shall fund the one true high supreme, Your assets shall not break. But wake again when you are broke, I make to you a flaming sell- And swear on god who rests in sky, That your name she sure shall buy, And till she returns next with a price, To labor for your pile of gold. Worry not about your debts, But sing praise towards the supreme. This world of gold that does not bend or break Where souls are sold and take with joy to sky The will of god is buy at any price! Debt is frail; your wealth shall reach supremes.

Apologies to the artists involved, but we did survive the Flood and made upwards of thirty three thousand imaginary dollars.

[broomsticks]

ten books to know me

Rules: 10 (non-ancient) books for people to get to know you better, or that you just really like.

tagged by @landwriter, who has some gorgeously soft recs [like their sandman dream/hob fic] here! mine are uh, mostly not, so. be warned XD

where the sidewalk ends by shel silverstein. probably the oldest book i physically own, gifted me by a family friend. such memories of chatting to her about danny the champion of the world and the phantom tollbooth and etc, it was formative in so many ways! crediting this book for the fact that i’ve never been scared of poetry, for one.

the city & the city by china mieville, introduced to me by my current partner. the one before that was a mitch albom kinda guy and the one before that was a carol ann duffy and the one before that was a jeanette winterson. all of whom there is a place in my heart for but yes: scifi/low fantasy spec fic! if i could only read one genre of fiction it would be this. no i have not read babel and i will soon!! also: oryx and crake and mmmm cloud atlas.

the little prince by antoine de saint-exupéry. fun fact: i first read this book in chinese.

the ender’s game series by orson scott card — if i had to pick one it might be xenocide, han qing-jao my baby. the other formative childhood fave i don’t talk about enough: artemis fowl!

we need to talk about kevin by lionel shriver. idk i am frightful and this book is a comfort read. my complicated feelings re. possibly ever becoming a parent, don’t ask me about them!

chronicle of a blood merchant by yu hua. love some horrible histories x blaaaack humor.

the time traveler’s wife by audrey niffenegger. my kinda romance 🥰

neil gaiman’s short story/essay collection view from the cheap seats. picked this up secondhand, gave it away, would love to own again someday. one of my fave essays in this book: all books have genders. also: the salmon of doubt by douglas adams and ursula le guin’s the found and the lost / the unreal and the real.

ted chiang’s exhalation gets a special mention for being my desert island book. every single story is so thought-provoking.

battle royale the manga. enjoyed the novel too, oh lighthouse massacre my beloathed.

AND on that fun note: tagging people with cool fic taste @allalrightagain @bluesundaycake @consistentsquash @fanfiction-thesis @lumosatnight @mblematic @phantomato @slashmarks @sleepstxtic @thistlecatfics @unspeakable3 gimme books! talk to me about the Books That Made You! anyone else who wants to play, too, tag me if you do :D

[nopenototdaysatan]

Hi Satan!

It's question time!

I've been wondering, how long have you been writing? Are there poets who inspired to write? Do you have a favorite poem?

Btw your poems are really lovely, I love reading them <3

Hoshi! Hey. CX How are you doing?

I have been writing since I was a kid. I remember trying to write poems when I was like 10/12 ish. I didn't create anything I liked until I was 14/15 though. Won a contest with that one. I have that one on Tumblr as well. I have only recently brought my love of poetry into the fandom space. It's been almost a year now since I started working on Never Had the Chance which was my first and I think it will always be one of my favorites.

Yes! I am so glad you asked cause your question reminded me of what I believe was my first favorite poet. So, when I was really young (elementary school age) my teachers read from "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein. I loved those poems as a kid. As I grew and learned about more poetry and I loved it more and more. I think it was around middle school that I learned about my current favorite: Edgar Allan Poe. And in particular the poem titled Alone:

"From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were -- I have not seen

As others saw -- I could not bring

My passions from a common spring --

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow -- I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone --

And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --"

Those are the first 8 lines and as an undiagnosed neurodivergent kid desperately trying to be like my friends It hit me to the core. I had found a new outlet for my depression and it soared. Giving me a place to both vent and create. Alone has always been my favorite poem and I memorized it so many times in school that I still at 30 remember how I recited it.

I'm so happy you enjoy them. More is incoming! I just finished the first draft of the next chapter of H&H. I've got plans for H&H Side stories I might start writing today, and I will be starting to work on October prompts both whumpy, cozy, and otherwise this month!

(Truthfully I'm most excited for the whump. Surprisingly I'm most excited to mess with Warriors most of all. Maybe I'll give him something fluffy as well to make up for that.)

[homelessnerd]

what are some books you love and why?

Oooo good question! I haven’t read any in awhile, but I’ll drag out my memories

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir - A sci fi that has a lot of thought about the science without any romance as far as I remember. It’s about a scientist that’s stuck in space with amnesia trying to figure out why the sun is dying. It also has a unique ending, as far as I remember it’s happy but not in the normal way

Gregor the Overlander series by Suzanne Collins - Yes the Suzanne Collins that wrote the Hunger Games. It’s a series I read as a kid that’s still good today, fantastic worldbuilding and surprisingly complex story for 3rd graders to read

Wingfeather Saga by Andrew Peterson - Another series! Christian author, amazing worldbuilding and story, and you can find some of the music in the books online! He and his family sing as well and the songs are BEAUTIFUL

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein - A book I read as a child that teaches some good morals. Also my sister saw me reading it and that’s how she decided she wanted to learn how to read which is sweet 😊

Thank you for the ask! This was a fun one to answer

[angelosearch]

Who are your favorite poets? :)

AHHHHHH omg I haven't been able to talk about poetry in SO long.

First, the classics. I am not huge on William Shakespeare's plays, but I do like his poetry. Oscar Wilde is just an icon. I like a lot of poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley and Emily Dickinson. I HAVE to mention Edgar Allen Poe because he's from my state but honestly, I like his overall ideas over his execution most of the time. Joyce Kilmer wrote one of my favorite poems of all time, "Trees."

Moving closer to the present day, there's Allen Ginsberg. Howl changed how I understood poetry as a whole. Shel Silverstein taught me what poetry was in the first place. I also enjoy Edward Albee and Joyce Carol Oates.

Getting into poets who are writing right now, Maggie Nelson wrote this collection of poems called Bluets that I adore. I also got to take a seminar with her through my college. Finally, I saw Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz give a reading and she was just... mezmorizing. Honestly, poetry is meant to be performed, which is why I haven't read much since college. But if someone invites me to a poetry reading, I am so there.

My favorite collection of poems is Unleashed: Poems by Writers' Dogs. It is just what it sounds like and yes it made me sob uncontrollably by the end.

Curious to know if you or any of my other mutuals have thoughts about poetry!

[haveyouheardthisband]

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"This library book is 42 years overdue."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[havewereadthis]

"A favorite of many, Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree is a powerful story about the importance of being generous and the dangers of being selfish. The ending is sure to stay with every reader long after turning the last page."

[impuretale]

"The jigsaw piece I cut from my subjects is a symbol... they're missing a piece of themselves."

Me as a detective: Yes. A piece is missing. Because YOU CUT IT OFF, SHEL SILVERSTEIN.