Cool Poems I've Found

(they/she) i do this for myself so i have a convinient place to put all the poetry i like. still, if someone else finds any enjoyment in this, then welcome abroad, friend!

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Anorexia, drug addiction, love, dependency, all that surrounds me. desire for two brief moments - thank goodness!

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Emancipation. Where to find it? How to wear it?

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The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. Bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis.

David Lynch The Angriest Dog in the World (1983)

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detail of the oil on canvas painting, ‘Deadalus and Icarus’, by Johann Carl Loth

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“the witch doesn’t burn in this one” by Amanda Lovelace

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big ghosts

big ghosts contra

band my diction war

korea's north sees red as

america flags china's chopped limb

british crowns hong kong cut for duplicity more capitalist than capitalist trades commie goods slant contagion

door slam hello hunger remember japan's occupation desperate flee inland seeking kuomintang line as red gushes sweet at first from north only to double back in broken glass kneeling

we flay ourselves in dismay headless corpses fragrance harbour grandfather costumes jewellery chains debt as father uncles scramble door to door against america's abandonment

we dream superior technology car camera oven made of butter cookie tin

we joy our small we praise america envision a new europe

boots mark us red double your labour double the gun teeth out of mother tongue all lip left on body ghosting english

i subject curse court curt discourse hi normal yeah yeah sure boss whatever you say

 - Larissa Lai, 2009

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird / V

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

 - Wallace Stevens

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Mona Saudi, tr. by Kamal Boullata, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Arabic Poetry by Arab Women

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Shot in the Dark, 1943 by Tom Lovell (American, 1909–1997)

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Smooth Horizon of the Verb Love / 2

calendar of murmurs vague caresses about the planet and its water we could have confused words but there were doors open confetti in the midst of darkness gentle ways to swoon in a corner with she who put her tongue in my mouth

 - Nicole Brossard, 2010

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ouch,

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We have built cathedrals out of spite and splintered bone, of course they aren't pretty, nothing holy ever is- 

 - Brenna Twohy

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Detail: The Geography Lesson (Portrait of Monsieur Gaudry and His Daughter), Louis Léopold Boilly, 1812

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I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought

I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should.  - Benedict Smith

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jonny bolduc, 2016

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Bernard Tschumi: Advertisements for Architecture. (1976-1977)

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The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal.

Camille Paglia