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Cosmic Funnies
trying on a metaphor
Misplaced Lens Cap

roma★
will byers stan first human second
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

oozey mess
ojovivo

Love Begins

#extradirty

Product Placement
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art

shark vs the universe
One Nice Bug Per Day

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Xuebing Du
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letters to milena by franz kafka // camouflage by ron hicks // the golden notebook by doris lessing // ? // a letter to galatea kazantzaki by nikos kazantzakis
Clementine von Radics, James
— Theodore Roethke, from “Straw for the fire.”
Margaret Atwood, from “Aging Female Poet on Laundry Day”, Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986
whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)
mirror traps by hera lindsay bird
Hegelian dialect
James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
"Pain was true. If something made you feel like death, then you had to believe in it. It couldn't be a fantasy you'd invented to protect yourself."
—Seth Dickinson, The Monster Baru Cormorant
"What else is true? You beg each thing to answer. You make mouths for the answer to crawl through. You bite the inside of your cheek. You paint the world red all the way through."
—Cameron Awkward-Rich, "Essay on the Theory of Motion"
Poem by Shauna Barbosa Art by me 🍊
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Bir yerlerde bekleyenin olması, gece dağ başında yakılan bir kibrit gibiydi. Belki bütün karanlığı aydınlatmıyordu ama eve dönüş yolunu gösteriyordu. Auschwitz Kütüphanecisi, Antonio González Iturbe
“writers & lovers” is killing me
Arabic dark academia
Having tea first thing in the morning, the afternoon, evening, night and whenever you have nothing to do and whenever you have everything to do
Practicing calligraphy, hoarding calligraphy pens and quills like a dragon hoards its jewels
Youre now a calligragon btw
Pretentious hand written letters
Fragments of poetry and prose on the wall
In Egypt you can buy a vintage gramophone (as far as I remember)
Wrinkling your nose at orientalists who have clearly never been anywhere near the culture they're trying to portray.
Appreciating the orientalists who have in fact been there and paint like it. (Sorry to disappoint but there were never sexy slave babes roaming the streets)
Mourning for the scholars of Al Andaluas and times when Arabic was the language of science
Arguing over e'arab (the value of a word with regard to others in the sentence) and balagha (it translates to "eloquence" but is more like a complex version of figures of speech) of words
Arabic being such a complex language you get carried away sometimes
Passing the allotted wordcount so you start going over your paper and compressing a whole sentence, consisting of a conjunction, a subject, a verb and two objects into a word in desperation
Words like فأسقيناكموه (faa'skainakumooh) meaning "and so we have let you drink it" being an example.
Tea over burning coal. Over logs (hatab) tea over bokhour/oud hits different and you know it.
Brewing coffee over low heat and humming to Layali Al Ouns
"No offense but I like real coffee" when someone mentions starbucks
Um Kulthoum and Asmahan are superior you cant change my mind.
NO I DID NOT FORGET ABDUL HALIM HAFEZ I WANTED HIM A BULLET OF HIS OWN.
Fareed al atrash concerts at 3 am.
Nothing you ever cook will be under seasoned.
Reciting poetry to yourself in the mirror
Big chunks of jewelry (usually gold) engraved or woven through with intricate patterns and swirls. Wearing four bracelets in one hand is absolutely fine and under dressing is a myth
Owning swords is not out of fashion (ancient arabs were well known for their swordsmanship) but using them is, unfortunately <3
Wondering how they won wars with these swords. I couldn't even lift it enough to stab myself if I wanted
Extra names. People called شهد honey (shahd), جمال beauty (jamal), زهرة flower (zahra), ليلى night (laila), سماء sky (samaa), مهند/سيف sword (mohanad/saif) and صفاء purity (safaa) like it's the most normal thing in the world (which it should be, along with names of ancient gods)
Poetry from the abbasid era describing palaces and fountains and music so eloquently your heart skips several beats and you wonder how it is still beating at all and if, after all, you have been born in the wrong era.
Classic poetry from the school of Apollo brimming with romance and yearning you have never seen matched.
Poems that tear at your heart and stitch it whole with every bayt (verse? The equivalent for it) and you keep coming back for more.
Stories so well told that you swear you can see the princes and charmers and musicians and dancers all flicker to life in the flames before you
Historical masjids and churches.
Going to the palaces and shrines and towers from the ancient days of yore
Not exclusively (as neither is anything on this list) arabic but BRAIDS and braid jewellery that clinks when you shake your head
The unwavering belief that poetry is meant to be sung.
Singing poetry because it is meant to be sung
Thick eyebrows
Lining already lash lined eyes with kohl.
Beautiful brown eyes. Honey eyes. Chocolate eyes. Freshly turned earth eyes. Eyes that hold all the ethereal beauty of the world.
Hair styled in dark, thick curls or braids
Savouring the way the words move around from your throat to your chest to the tip of your tongue, like liquid gold,
The sweet music from the strings of a qitharah (string instrument)
Scented candles are cute, but have you ever heard of oud (perfume infused wood)? Anyhow one of my Sudanese friends make it AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL.
Wanting to study with the scholars of baghdad and azhar so bad
Recognizing that for all your culture, some of it is inspired by others and that's okay.
Please add what you can to this list. It is far from complete.
ah shit im sorry man, my schedule for the week is all booked
Cant relate here is my schedule 😎
Hey everyone! I’m looking for turkish - English translations of Turkish poems because my spouse is turkish and I’d like to leave him little paper scraps with poems on them. If you have a favourite turkish poem or poet please let me know!
Kışın derinliğinde güneşin çiçeği özlediği gibi, Ben de seni özlüyorum
I miss you like the sun misses the flower in depth of winter.