prose, verse, poetry, lyrics
visual art: @whoreofhorus
current pfp: poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning
current bio/header quote: Seamus Heaney's The Grauballe Man
follows from @abracazabka

if i look back, i am lost
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@byronicist
prose, verse, poetry, lyrics
visual art: @whoreofhorus
current pfp: poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning
current bio/header quote: Seamus Heaney's The Grauballe Man
follows from @abracazabka
HOWâS THAT HOUSE THAT RAISED YOU? - Lev St. Valentine
âHer eyes are extraordinarily pure and beautiful, but she has the cold quality of a mermaid. I am sure you would like her. She scares me to death.â
â Tennessee Williams, from a letter to Donald Windham c. July 1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (1968)
On July 5, 1852, Frederick Douglass was invited to address the citizens of his hometown, Rochester, New York. Whatever the expectations of h
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A scrapped illustration for Charlotte Perkins Gilmanâs âThe Yellow Wallpaperâ (1892).
âAnother kind of courage. The courage to be repulsive. Everyone should have been through it, in any case, everyone will have to go through it.â
â Claude Cahun, from Aveux non avenus (Disavowals), 1930, tr. Susan de Muth
Nancy Willard, from âQuestions My Son Asked Me, Answers I Never Gave Himâ
Richard Siken, from a poem titled "Drug Plane," featured in I Do Know Some Things: Poems
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This thread lives rent free in my brain. And randomly came across my FB feed so of course I had to dig it up out of my Tumblr to share what fb shared.
I like this one
a poem by a female fag about being a man dyke
do you have any favourite love letters from the past?
âYou have fixed my Life â however short,â Wilfred Owen to Siegfried Sassoon
âI am reduced to a thing that wants Virginiaâ / âThrow over your man, I say, and come,â Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf
âLove is my religion â I could die for that, I could die for you,â John Keats to Fanny Brawne
âI know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days,â Oscar Wilde to Alfred Lord Douglas
this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving
what the FUCK man.
You know how some people talk about timeless themes in literature and you kind of low-key think they're full of shit? Sometimes they're not.
repression doesnât eliminate desire but distorts it