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@berk-brain-rot
This is a side blog because I just really really like the way Berklie Novak-Stolz writes and I think about the things they write so much I had to get the brain worms out somewhere.
If you haven't read them, you should, now, go away, they're much more interesting than I am, go read their book Lazarus Rises (amongst other things).
If you don't like Berklie Novak-Stolz, you're incorrect. They're so good, go reread their stuff.
One of the things I think that has always been a marker of good poetry to me is I can go back and reread and reread and reread and attach to some new line because you change and therefore poems, good poems, change too.
I used to burn the candle at all ends but now I can't help but see some home and sense of healing in Berklie's next lines
After all I "create and destroy and start again." Now in a new, hopeful, settled portion of my life and yet I am still here, starting again "loudly and with restless limbs".
Who up thinking about "if I were to peel an orange I'd need a shovel to give you a slice"?
anyway here’s a poem i don’t really like/can’t figure out how to fix so it’s probably not gonna make it into the next book but you guys can read it if you want
Ok you know how there's certain songs you hear, and you hear it, but then you put it down and you move on because eh, I mean it wasn't nothing but you're not interested enough to call it something.
And then you find yourself humming it a little and you go "well I guess this part was really good" and you play it over. And then you don't realize you've put it on repeat, and you continue on with your day, and as it loops over and over you're mouthing the words, interspersed with humming in between phrases you don't know, until eventually it comes on and it fills you with such a rush that you don't remember what the first song sounded like?
Because it's not that first song, it can't be, the first song was a little of nothing and not enough to call something, and this one is bright, and the lines they stick, and your tongue carries the tune and you hum and hum and it's not the same song.
"And- and they can't-
they cannot meet my eyes."
"O Death, you left this one half alive!"
Like you hear it right?
"the gathered masses i have been left behind"
"what did they expect when i, told to rise, had only Lazarus, day three to be my guide?"
girls will be like, “i don’t have catholic guilt. i use the imagery when writing because it’s fun to play around with!” and then write this:
the guilt of questioning that which i cannot make myself believe despite my desperation to do so, mainly.
also cause it didn’t really fit the ✨vibes✨
So I've been insane about every iteration of this poem, partially because one does not read things written by Berklie Novak-Stolz if one was or expects to remain sane, but also mainly because holyfuckingshitohmygod
Uh rapid fire thoughts because I was scrolling Berk's blog at 5 am and saw the red on the lines and blanked out
They rewrote it to actually model scripture????? Like poetry as a genre is so cool because of the ways you can break or change the presentation and enhance or change the meaning, but guys. Guys. They rewrote it to model actual bible passages!!!
Holy is a tasty word now, specifically because of this poem. I will not be elaborating
holy shit how did I miss this before "holy the time holy the "grave" holy the "angels" holy the cloudy skies i'm forbidden to" The "grave"?????? The "angels"?????? Berk. Berk you need to stop being this cool. Berk please man
"Holy the promise not made mine?" I cannot read this voice without the internal narrator sounding like a child. I will not be elaborating, feel free to cry though
Wax-wing angels just fucks, so hard. How do you tattoo that in visual form? I will figure it out
"holy." Berk I'm running head first into a wall you can't do this to me
having a funky lil name is just an endless cycle of:
“can i have your name please?”
“of course! my name is berklie novak-stolz. that’s berklie, b e r k l i e, novak, n o v a k, hyphan, stolz, s t o l z, berklie novak-stolz.”
“i’m sorry, could you repeat that again?”
over and over and over and over again until you die
The amusing thing to me is how much a stim your name is. I love saying "Berklie Novak-Stolz". It rolls off the tongue so nicely, fantastic tasting words
Brain Worm of the day:
how are they so cool how are they so cool they're so incredibly cool and they're so nice whether or not they have a resting bitch face (not a critique, quoting them) and they're just such a good writer and they're insane (/pos) in the most interesting way and they're so incredibly smart and i just
I'm incredibly normal about this author actually
girls will be like, “i don’t have catholic guilt. i use the imagery when writing because it’s fun to play around with!” and then write this:
the guilt of questioning that which i cannot make myself believe despite my desperation to do so, mainly.
also cause it didn’t really fit the ✨vibes✨
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........
Jesus fuck
Ok, ok, poem has been reread, walls have been stared at, and I have thoughts (I'm not entirely sure they're coherent but this is tumblr and a blog based on the hyperfixation of one poet, I cannot ever promise you coherency)
So
Berk tends to have a pretty conversational style to their poems in general, but this one is presenting in a way a lot of their others aren't.
These lines, man these lines make me insane
The half formed thoughts that keep going until you have to just stop?? The way you can feel a breath taken after "okay."??? The childlike quality to it of just needing the other person to not be upset, anything but upset?????
Insane.
Then you have this
Berk isn't talking to some generalized audience, they're not talking to some unknowable god, intangible grief, or even themselves. They sat you down right in front of them "face-to-face" to speak.
Excuse me while I go stare at another wall for five minutes.
Then again man, you can hear the panicked look up, the immediate rephrasing as you try and get them to know and understand that "I cannot". She can't, she can't, and they know it looks like they won't, but they can't and-
~author falls into indistinct mumbling once again~
But, I think the thing I appreciate most about this poem is how hopeful it is in it's portrayal of affection nonetheless.
Because the listener (you, me, and every reader after) is letting them speak. They're letting her trip over words, rewrite phrases, pause to take breaths, put pebbles over and over and over again back in your bucket while pretending to put ones back into theirs until your bucket is full and theirs is not-
And then we still "together set off",
"Shoulders brushing" in companionship,
"fingers joined" in the only way you know they'll be able to accept and give help,
and a silence filled with company for miles as you refuse to leave them behind.
Guys they posted another poem. I'm very normal about this I promise you, just need to you know, reread it seventeen more times, which is the normal amount because I'm very normal about this poem
come closer i exhibit normal and not obsessive behaviours
Press x to doubt
Am I the good boy? Really??
I mean this in the most sincere, heart-filled-with-love way, this dog looks like a worm on a string
@icaruspendragon
In honor of wormageddon 3 (if you guys haven't seen it yet, here you go, it's very cool, you should go watch it), here's a good boy on a string
It is bang season and I have been unfortunately too busy to do any new feral raccoon analysis for you all lately.
So instead you get shittily made memes, enjoy.
@icaruspendragon
so, i know that asexuals are people who feel little to no sexual attraction/urges to anyone or anything. but i want to know if there’s a word for someone who has sexual urges, but doesn’t want to act them out with anyone? like the thought of being intimate with someone just has no appeal and actually freaks you out a lot and anytime you’ve been intimate with anyone it’s just done nothing for you and actually just made you really uncomfortable.
hey 2015 me, it’s 2024 me. it’s aspec. the word you’re looking for is aspec. which is something you very much are. you don’t “grow out of it” cause it ain’t really one of those things you grow out of. sorry for all the years of confusion, but we get there eventually lmao
It's a crime to not have this permanent context immortalized with this post
My name is Berklie btw
Your name is fucking stupid. Get over yourself.
i am, in fact, still thinking about this.
“berkley/berkeley” is anglo-scottish in origin and means “birch tree meadow.” there are, of course, several spelling variations, mine just happens to be berklie.
it’s not a common name, some might go so far as to say it’s unique or unusual.
i’ve never met another person with my name. and as a kid, i hated it. when i was 12 there were two boys around my age who lived across the street from my dad. i didn’t grow up with them. they didn’t know me by the name i hated, i only saw them every other weekend and wednesdays. it was the perfect opportunity to go by something else. something normal.
so i told them my name was ali. which was picked be my middle name (which is also not spelled how most people would think) is alece. it’s pronounced like elyse, but spelled that way because my great grandmother’s name is cleonece, but when she immigrated she started going by alice. assimilation and whatnot, but when you combine them you get alece.
anyway. i went by ali. and i hated it. it just didn’t feel right. but it was too late to change it.
my dad ended up moving and i haven’t seen those boys since.
i still wanted a “normal” name. i looked forward to the day i would turn 18 so i could change it to something like jane or eleanor.
i’m not sure when i changed my mind or how i felt about my name. but now i really like it. i like that i don’t know anyone else with my name. i think it’s funny that i can never find keychains with my name on it, and on the rare occasion i do, it’s not spelled the same. i like that despite being largely known as berk online, my friends always call me berklie. i like that when people compliment my name (which happens a lot) i get to say, “thanks, it was a birthday present.” and it make them laugh. i like making people laugh.
“wtf is that name?”
mine. the answer is it’s mine.
There are some words and names that always feel right on your tongue and that come across as their own form of music by cadence alone.
What I'm saying is Berklie Novak-Stolz may sound overly formal, perhaps long, and maybe largely unknown.
But it sounds like skipping yourself across river stones, just to tuck yourself into quick laughs and the comfort of ridiculous thoughts.
Berklie Novak-Stolz.
Berklie. Quick-witted Berk. Berklie Novak- quick skipping stone quirky messed up questionably quiet quotable quick clicking laugh person made of quintessential comforting ridiculous thoughts Stolz.
In other words, what is Berklie Novak-Stolz if not something you can't help but like to hear on the top of your tongue.
Welcome to Wormageddon 3: Whackadoodle Worm-For-Youddle Balls-Out-Bananas Bonanza (Give to Charity: Get Worms)
How it works:
-Donate to this Palestinian family’s gfm (any amount, from any place)
-Send proof of said donation to berklienovakstolz @ gmail dot com (minus the spaces)
-I send you worm
It's so weird how "Heat of the Moment" by Asia has pavloved dogged me, by one Berklie Novak-Stolz, into a feeling of genuine joy, connection, and happiness whenever I hear it.
Not weird because it was Berk who inspired such feelings, I'm convinced that anyone who sees Berk interact with the world in even the smallest extent we get through our screens would be able to feel such things through them, but because my original understanding of the song was of such an opposing nature.
But it's not anymore, and I've got @icaruspendragon to thank for that, so happy (late) Tuesday everyone.
