Black Letter Aviary

bring a net. leave with feathers in your teeth. mostly poems by birdi rose

[blackletteraviary]

Cut in half, crotch starts to bleed, and I’m having dreams of being forced to carry a rapist’s baby to term and wake up to research tubal ligation and such risks and such obstacles and I’m cursing my body with the same tongue that’s cursed my body since I learned the sin of my womanhood since I had that mantle of mortal doom placed tight around my neck before my eyes and nose came close to fitting my face before I understood there’s no way to hold the idea of eternal torture no matter how many times you circle the sun on your way to the mud it’s just a fear that gapes on the edge of everything you see and a guilt that asks you to tear off your skin and mortify yourself and you see it’s your fault the legacy of your lesser stature nevermind you were supposed to be cut from them nevermind you are an incomplete piece of something once whole nevermind that it’s all a lie nevermind the one who stalks who made it out before who howls for us to be released

[blackletteraviary]

Wage Shortage

Everyone I know has work ethic and their ethic says that the work they do is worth a living wage. That puts the ball right back in the employers court. They're just doing what the past two generations claimed they were going to do and opting out/voting with their labor dollar instead of attempting to secure a spot in the seat of the machine that is killing their peers. We have enough $$$ on the planet we could employ every person to rehab our ecosystems and environment and end up living back in the Eden we never left, only allowed to be taken from us and for what? So we could now ilk out a bare minimum existence and be called lazy when that (obviously) isn’t enough? This current world where you work as a cog until you die in a system that cares nothing for it's own machinery. You might get a week or two to go to some foreign place where the locals can no longer visit or live because the COL has risen so high because you and everyone else just HAD to vacation there instead of enjoying/restoring the place where you actually live. If you think all of this just boils down to laziness, you need to seriously check your reality lens. The idea that work ethic lies solely on the employee and not the employer is so absurd it goes beyond laughter. 

[blackletteraviary]

Without doubt faith wouldn’t matter.

[blackletteraviary]

misery fruits

we tend out grief in walled off gardens some tend it lovingly and some leave entirely,

their garden weed-choked (but look close, those plants hold the medicine you need) forgotten vines knotting stone wall and iron gate we lead each other to our garden when the time  comes, we celebrate the dead together, but we lock away our collapse and despair

we do not share the perennial crops of our grief, we find our own fruits too bitter to eat alone,

I have torn indecent holes in the garden walls I want to gather our fruits until we can feast for what grief can be sweet can balance the bitter if we share - but where are our communal plow and harvest days

what ritual is left but the ritual of subdue by whatever means, of heavy drinks passed down for generations of cry alone and then be quiet,

no one wants an invitation to your garden no one can spare a shovel

[blackletteraviary]

All of us are infinite multitudes. How vast and overwhelming yet how comforting.

We do not have to remain here

though here will remain in us always.

[blackletteraviary]

spiderwort

ephemeral blue  daylily blossom as divine as 4,000 year old cypress writing millennia’s long poems, a tangle collaborated in wet roots

-birdi rose

[blackletteraviary]

bathtime

years ago when we were whole every night we became islands bound by separate seas crowned in kelp forests where secret creatures twist through murky green, land rising and falling, seismic improbability eons of stories crawling over us whirlpools around the margins, wrapped in volcanic currents edges disappearing into steam

self disappearing into a dream

-birdi rose

[faebirdie]

just to be clear, the fact that music was nominated for a golden globe is absolutely disgusting. every single (adult) involved in that gross, ableist movie should be sickened by themselves.

for those of you who don't know, music (2021) is a movie being directed by sia about a nonverable autistic girl. not only does it not include any actually autistic people in the movie itself but it also only took advice from autism speaks which is looked at as a hate group by the majority of the autistic community. leaked scenes have also shown the movie glorifying prone restraints which are incredibly dangerous and have resulted in major injuries and even death to disabled people as recently as last year.

autistic people just like me have been incredibly outspoken about how harmful this movie is but the allistic have been mostly silent. we are already seeing reviews calling this movie 'inspiring' and important' and it's absolutely horrific! we need your help calling this out. please stand with us and call out this disgusting display of disrespect to autistic folks.

💛 - your local actually autistic pal

p.s. please, please reblog if you aren't autistic.

[vstheworld]

sia wasn’t even just silent, when autistic actors pointed out that she hadn’t even tried to contact anyone with autism to be in her film, sia’s response was “well maybe you’re just not a good enough actor.” when she was challenged about making this film, she assured us that she had “done her research” by WATCHING HOURS OF MELTDOWN VIDEOS.

Please don’t watch Music, it’s exploitative, deliberately excluded autistic people from our own narrative and inspires nothing in us but pain and anger.

[blackletteraviary]

select your gender

we kaleidoscopically exist as whole beings, every little jewel and bauble that create every little microcosm of the human experience contained within our sacred, rotating vessels

we view each other in our with shaking hands  every time we blink and look again, another scene, reflected infinite, different colors and angles but every piece always remains  whether we see it or not contained whole all -birdi rose

[blackletteraviary]

as soon as they are named the gods leave

the gods all a-giggle they watch us attempt to pin words on the shirtsleeves of ghosts

on ever-shifting mirages to explain what can only be Experienced

to name those who came Before and Stay After --- this circle cannot be broken nor defined

-birdi rose

[blackletteraviary]

four on four on four on four

THEY spend four years taking away lives and rights if we’re lucky THEY give us some back in another four years

but every four years THEY take more

and in another four years THEY never ever give as much back as what we had before

and we begin to forget in another four years all the names we begin to forget in another four years

all we had we begin to forget in another four years what we held

what THEY took by force

and somehow we accept this we weep or we sleep but we daren’t rise

—

Yet, we must dare. Rise.

-birdi rose

[annaxmalina]

1908 {2020} better quality: https://annamalinanotes.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/1908.gif footage & text from: https://youtu.be/xuwdAmXRY28 & https://youtu.be/t8wzYnU8WzU

[blackletteraviary]

Between the silver and gold is now

Winter holds us in delicate crystalline claws,  poking at our old wounds until they f(l)reshly ache, if cold air can make our bodies echo pain why do we chastise our heart when it brings old hurts to surface? we are all time travelers,  tethered  to the past by gold threads stitched into our scars,  tethered to the future by silver  strings of our shameful, naked hope.

[blackletteraviary]

Gender neutral forms of YAS, QUEEN/KING:

-go off, your eminence

-get it, your majesty

-fuck em up, your grace

-send it, your highness

-pop off, my liege

-slay, esteemed sovereign

-snap, your excellency

-tell em, my thane

(In case you were struggling)

[blackletteraviary]

this Well contains Worlds

  we do not drink we deeply dive  we do not think we just arrive we do not sink we gladly rise we do not link but still surmise this Well contains Worlds

[burntcopper]

things english speakers know, but don’t know we know.

[windycityteacher-deactivated202]

WOAH WHAT?

[ice-light-red-deactivated201611]

That is profound. I noticed this by accident when asked about adjectives by a Japanese student. She translated something from Japanese like “Brown big cat” and I corrected her. When she asked me why, I bluescreened.

[moved--306389]

What the fuck, English isn’t even my first language and yet I picked up on that. How the fuck. What the fuck.

[exomoon]

Reasoning: It Just Sounds Right

[arkthepieking]

Oooh, don’t like that. Nope, I do not even like that a little bit.  That’s parting the veil and looking at some forbidden fucking knowledge there.

[canthinkofaurl-deactivated20221]

How did I even learn this language wtf

[titaniumelemental]

I had to read “brown big cat” like three times before my brain stopped interpreting it as “big brown cat”

[arjan-de-lumens]

I’m kinda reading “brown big cat” as “brown (big cat)”, that is, a “big cat” - like a tiger or lion or other felid of similar size - that happens to be brown. “Big brown cat”, on the other hand, sounds more like a brown cat that’s just a bit bigger than a regular housecat - like a bobcat or a maine coon cat or something like that.

[the-real-seebs]

yeah, a brown big cat is almost certainly a puma. a big brown cat is probably a maine coon.

[whetstonefires]

yeah, if you put the adjectives out of order you wind up implying a compound noun, which is presumably why we have this rule; we stripped out so much inflection over the centuries word order now dictates a huge amount of our grammar

[delphinidin4]

Just looked up why we do this and one of the first lines in this article is, “Adjectives are where the elves of language both cheat and illumine reality.” so I know it’s a good article.

Things this article has taught me:

This same order of adjectives more or less applies to languages around the world.  “It’s possible that these elements of universal grammar clarify our thought in some way,” says Barbara Partee, a professor emeritus of linguistics and philosophy at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst. Yet when the human race tacitly decided that shape words go before color words go before origin words, it left no record of its rationale.

One theory is that the more specific term always falls closer to the noun. But that doesn’t explain everything in adjective order.

Another theory is that as you get closer to the noun, you encounter adjectives that denote more innate properties. In general, nouns pick out the type of thing we’re talking about, and adjectives describe it,” Partee told me. She observes that the modifiers most likely to sit right next to nouns are the ones most inclined to serve as nouns in different contexts: Rubber duck. Stone wall.

Rules are made to be broken. Switching up the order of adjectives allows you to redistribute emphasis. (If you wish to buy the black small purse, not the gray one, for instance, you can communicate your priorities by placing color before size).  Scrambling the order of adjectives also helps authors achieve a sense of spontaneity, of improvising as they go. Wolfe discovers such a rhythm, a feeling-his-way quality, when he discusses his childhood recollection of “brown tired autumn earth” and a “flat moist plug of apple tobacco.”

Brain scans have discovered that your brain has to work harder to read adjectives in the “wrong” order.

TL;DR: No one knows why we do this adjective thing but it’s pretty hardwired in.

[samthefrank]

This is fascinating.

[blackletteraviary]

There, look quickly -- did you see the gold before it flew?

Eternal Spirit dances and goes through everything -- to be so foolish to think

someones Eternal live in one book that more than bare traces exist after generations to not see the Words glowing and Living

oh to be so blind as to not see the Golden Threads that bind and then release and then bind again to not feel bound released bound again in tight arms, rocked 

MADA MADA MADA Everything sings MADA MADA MADA we’re woven in strings MADA MADA MADA  gods humming in stitches MADA MADA MADA look --

it’s all divine riches.