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sagihairius

you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”

memewhore

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🌳 Live Oak, with Moss by Walt Whitman, illustrated by Brian Selznick

Rating: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟/5

As he was turning forty, Walt Whitman wrote twelve poems in a small handmade book he entitled “Live Oak, with Moss”. The poems were intensely private reflections on his attraction to and affection for other men and Whitman’s most adventurous explorations on the theme of same-sex love. This revolutionary, beautiful, and passionate cluster of poems was never published by Whitman during his lifetime and has remained mostly unknown to the general public- until now.

To read Brian Selznick write on how Maurice Sendak was offered to illustrate this, but passed away before he could and thus, Selznick illustrated this instead, really felt emotional to me. Sendak said that you can’t illustrate poetry, yet Selznick did a beautiful job enveloping the reader in the world of Walt Whitman and setting the scene for “Live Oak, with Moss”.

These poems were gripping, beautiful, and gave me a sense of melancholy at what is lost and never found. But they also gave me a sense of hope and joy reading about love and finding those you need and those who need you. What a gift. The Afterword by Karen Karbiener was really enlightening to give some background to when, where, and why Whitman wrote these poems.

‘“Live Oak, with Moss” doesn’t declare manly love organic, natural, and pure; it takes as a given that it is. And it is, whether it’s expressed between two men or several men or even by one person fantasizing about a future love.’ —Karen Karbiener, in the Afterword

#this book is probably the most beautiful thing I own #I am glad I rediscovered Whitman and fell in love with his poetry #you know who to blame for that #live oak with moss #walt whitman

holybeings

I love birds. Reasons for living. Little earth choir everyday are you kidding? Beautiful. Indebted and lucky for it.

inmyvampireempire

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)

unhappytogekiss

a new reality tv show called So you think you can write Doctor Who

twelve episodes, twelve contestants - a mix of annoying middle aged sci fi authors, fan fic authors and random people off the street

a variety of against the clock writing tasks, big finish scripts, ability to interact with actors without shouting at them and challenges where you have no budget or doctor for an episode

judged by solely by christopher eccleston

this is how you find the new doctor who showrunner

scribeherself

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

muuutant

You ever just realized how lucky you are that you did that weird thing that led to you being friends with the people you are friends with?

winedark-maverick

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

annabelle4

Lying awake, calculating the future, Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel And piece together the past and the future, Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception, The future futureless, before the morning watch When time stops and time is never ending; And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning, Clangs The bell.

from "The Dry Salvages" by T.S. Eliot