rie @bornwsunrise - Tumblr Blog

hello, my name is rie and this is a small blog where i'll post my own poems and other stuff from artists i admire

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”

— Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920)

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the funeral (a grotesque display of two queens’ grief, forced on them against their will) being interjected by images of aegon beating blood into a bloody ruin says something about how women’s grief is exploited and paraded around as a virtue while male grief is only allowed to exist in conjunction with violence.

female sorrow is expected to be public, dignified, and even noble, it serves as a symbol of quiet strength and resilience. otto uses it as a tool to gain sympathy for their cause. notice how he forced alicent and helaena into it, while he allowed aegon not to participate. wouldn‘t the king being at the funeral send a powerful message? yes, it would. but otto looks at aegon with contempt, the other councilmen and alicent do not know what to do with his tears. the realm cannot be allowed to see the king grieve. not like this.

male grief is denied its own space and validity unless it manifests in aggressive or destructive acts. aegon realizes this to some degree too— he lashes out publicly by killing the rat catchers. he shows his grief by being violent, by spilling blood.

the toxicity of it all is very effectively shown at the end when aegon is crying by himself. did he retreat there to be alone and finally let it all out? his mother is either letting him have that moment alone or she’s deeply uncomfortable with it and chooses to leave. no matter what motivated alicent in acting the way she did— the moment still reveals how male vulnerability is something people fear. it shows that even the most human expressions of pain are not acceptable for some.

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The taste of wild grass, a poem I wrote about the confusion that the feeling of love provokes in a aroace person, when you realize your platonic love might mean less, and how bitter it is to not be able to grasp the full meaning of it.

There's an aching loneliness in not being able to feel every kind of love, or the gradation society usually sets for love. It's scary to think about being left behind, it's scary to not understand what more you could've done. I hope this poem translates the heartbreak I think every aroace person goes through when navigating through life.

It is sad and bitter, but you're not alone, and there is nothing to gain in hating yourself. Take that part of yourself and cherish it, allow for it to be an opportunity, to focus on others, the world, to make the people in your life know how important they are to you. You are loved 💗

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do you want to know how one combats the venomous deafness of the world in the face of genocide? read about operation "nemesis"

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Operation Nemesis was the code-name for a covert operation in 1920s to assassinate the Turkish masterminds of the Armenian Genocide. The secret operation was headed by Armen Garo, Aaron Sachaklian and Shahan Natalie.

After the end of World War I, the Ottoman military tribunal condemned to death the principal Young Turk leaders responsible for planning and execution of the Armenian Genocide. However at the conclusion of the trials the condemned were freed. They fled to European capitals living under assumed names. In the early 1920s, the Armenian Revolutionary Federation (ARF) at their 9th World Congress held in Yerevan approved a secret resolution called The Special Mission to punish the main perpetrators of the Armenian Genocide. Between 1920-1922 the perpetrators were located and felled by the Armenian avengers.

Berlin, March 15, 1921 – Soghomon Tehlirian assassinated principal perpetrator of the Armenian Genocide Talaat Pasha.

Rome, December 5, 1921 – Arshavir Shirakian killed head of the first office of the Young Turks Said Halim.

Berlin, April 17, 1922 – Arshavir Shirakian and Aram Yerkanian assassinated Cemal Azmi, who had ordered to drown 15 000 Armenian children in the sea, as well as Behaeddin Shakir.

Tiflis, July 22, 1922 – Petros Ter-Poghosyan and Artashes Gevorgyan killed Minister of the Navy Djemal Pasa.

May 31, 1920 – One of perpetrators of Baku Pogrom in 1918 Nasib Yusifbeyli was killed.

June 19, 1920 – Aram Yerkanian assassinated former Prime Minister of Azerbaijan Fatali Khan Khoyski.

Tiflis, July 19, 1920 – Aram Yerkanyan killed Hasan bey Aghayev, one of the main figures accountable for the massacres of Shushi and Baku Armenians.

July 18, 1921 – Misak Torlakian assassinated Behbud Khan Javanshir, Minister of Internal Affairs of Azerbaijan.

Enver had fled to Central Asia from Germany. He was assassinated by Armenian Commander of Red Army Hakob Melkumov in Tajikistan in 1922.

Soghomon Tehlirian (1896-1960) is rightly considered to be the most famous figure in the special operational group (operation “Nemesis”) and may be considered as a symbol of Armenian revenge. This is due not only to the fact that his target was that most famous criminal, Talat, but also because his trial was widely publicised.

Tehlirian was tried for murder, but was eventually acquitted by the twelve-man jury. The trial examined not only Tehlirian’s actions but also Tehlirian’s conviction that Talaat was the main author of the Armenian deportation and mass killings.

The defense attorneys made no attempt to deny the fact that Tehlirian had killed a man, and instead focused on the influence of the Armenian Genocide on Tehlirian’s mental state. Tehlirian claimed during the trial that he had been present in Erzincan in 1915 and had been deported along with his family and personally witnessed their murder. When asked by the judge if he felt any sort of guilt, Tehlirian remarked, “I do not consider myself guilty because my conscience is clear…I have killed a man. But I am not a murderer.”

*In 2023, Azerbaijan having completed the long-planned ethnic cleansing of Nagorno-Karabakh (Artsakh) by forcing out Armenians, the indigenous population with a history of over 3000 years, named one of the central streets of Stepanakert (the capital) "in honor of Enver Pasha," - one of the orchestrators of the Armenian Genocide. Now let's imagine how the world would react if someone, anyone dared to "honor" Hitler in such a way. Why? Aren't Armenians as much "human" as Jews? Aren't we worthy of the world's attention and of its empathy?

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Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

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Mosab Abu Toha, from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza

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Ellen Bass, from "Guilt", Mules of Love

#favorite #i like to think our sins are indelible yet God sees them and still chooses to forgive #i like to think we bear our sins on our skin forever yet still try to be better #if you feel the weight of your own sins and still chooses to drag them along you are alreasy forgiven in a way #what's left is to forgive yourself for the weight

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Maurice Denis

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Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!

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[ Text ID: the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting? ]

Nothing like the green plastered on the white walls of a spanish morning

[Frigiliana, Spain : original photo]

The bus is full of women its handles are red and the silence is filled with friendly conversations ; my nerves calmed for the first time in a while

[Frigiliana, Spain : original photo]

Spanish days are never ending and seem to disobey the sun telling them to sleep. They lie awake and even at night the sky is pink, bright as the moon keeps waiting for the ink to dry.