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Specifically, to "swash a buckler" referred to the act of pounding a buckler (small shield) against one's own chest as a sort of macho display.

wonkygal

Essential reading (poems, essays, articles):

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson (x)

Witch Burning, Sylvia Plath (x)

Lead, Mary Oliver (x)

Her Kind, Anne Sexton (x)

The End of Poetry, Ada Limon (x)

Please Follow Me, Sophie Calle & Jean Baudrillard (x)

Winter Hours, Mary Oliver (x)

Coming to Writing, Hélène Cixous (x)

The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action, Audre Lorde (x)

The Semiotics of Sex, Jeanette Winterson (x)

Twenty One Love Poems VIII, Adrienne Rich (x)

Burning the Old Year, Naomi Shihab Nye (x)

The Pain Scale, Eula Biss (x)

Eleven, Sandra Cisneros (x)

After Life, Joan Didion (x)

October, Mary Oliver (x)

Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost (x)

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, Jonas Mekas (x)

Variations on the Right to Remain Silent, Anne Carson (x)

Morning in the Burned House, Margaret Atwood (x)

The Sentence, Anna Akhmatova (x)

Meditations in an Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich (x)

The Empathy Exams, Leslie Jamison (x)

Taking Care, Callista Buchen (x)

Subtotals, Gregory Burnham (x)

How To Be Polite, Paul Ford (x)

Looking at War, Susan Sontag (x)

On Keeping a Notebook, Joan Didion (x)

Psalm, Dorianne Laux (x)

Inflammatory Essays, Jenny Holzer (x)

this excerpt from Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden (x)

Elegy for My Sadness, Chen Chen (x)

When You Are Old, WB Yeats (x)

Invitation, Mary Oliver (x)

Having a Coke with You, Frank O’Hara (x)

Small Kindnesses, Danusha Lameris (x)

The Things Is, Ellen Bass (x)

Variation on the Word Sleep, Margaret Atwood (x)

Poem, Langston Hughes (x)

headspace-hotel

Would a neurotypical god create that many beetles

depsidase

valtsv

i love hanging out with people who are more normal than i am it makes me feel like a fucked up deep sea creature

valtsv

zukoandtheoc

anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art

taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make

i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture

just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive

queerhollyleaf

inthefallofasparrow

rysttle

thesnicketfile

Jan 11, 2022 - Daniel Handler joined the Beyond the Trope podcast to chat about writing, humor, kissing, and Poison for Breakfast (interview recorded Oct 2021). Starts at 1m30s, and the first 15 minutes offer some topics not extensively covered before.

“This is the big difference between digital culture and analogue culture: Digital is good for searching, and analogue is good for wandering. So when you’re on your way looking up a word [in the dictionary], you see other words, which is sometimes what you really meant. (…) Whereas Google will find only exactly what you said, but you can’t really wander.” - Daniel Handler (22 min)

oldshowbiz

Ban The Simpsons?

greatmovieideas

mindflixx

found on sequential circuits Prophet5 Analogue Synthesizer

momentsthatwestole

Sometimes I think about my life through the lens of the past.

How many things do I suffer though because of the greed of European “explorers” and American imperialism.

I leave the ‘āina. I leave my ‘ohana. I leave my heart. And I suffer at a job I hate. And I spent years wearing a fakey costume and smiling for tourists and pretending I felt anything other than empty.

I colonized myself. Made myself palatable for tourists. Made myself palatable for tips and a paycheck. And I ate popcorn for dinner bc that’s what we could afford and I spent my extra money making sure my siblings didn’t feel the crushing weight of poverty. And every extra cent was spent trying to save them from how I felt.

Humiliated. Colonized. A joke.

And now I live on the mainland because we cannot afford to live on sacred land. Because haoles move there for paradise, and they kill us as they buy up beautiful houses and pave the road for resorts. Our land. Our ‘āina. And I’m now a walking attraction. And I can do the hula style smile and I can make my eyes shine like diamonds. And people ask me if I picked coconuts from trees and I think about my elders who live in concrete apartments and I miss my grandfather and his warm smile. And I never know if I will see them again.

I used to stare at the statue of Kamehameha. His arm stretched out in a loving greeting. His other hand holding a spear to defend his people. But he leads with the hand. He leads with aloha.

Because that’s what we do. It is what we are born to do. We are born to aloha. To love. To compassion. Even now, even after everything, all I want to do is be kind.

And it’s terrible. But sometimes I just wish he had lead with the spear.

momentsthatwestole

I was going to say “do not reblog” on this post, because it’s so raw and rambling. But I changed my mind.

I need everyone to understand this is how it feels to be Kānaka Maoli in this day and age.

We are hanging on here, but everyday it feels harder. And cultural revitalization has made huge steps, and we have come so far.

But they still pave roads for hotels. And most Kānaka are homeless. And we work so hard but the economy is in shambles. And they bulldoze my people for a telescope. And the Navy poisons the water again and again and again and then dumps it into the ocean.

And we try and we try and we try and we try. And I am so tired.

America has perfectly trapped us in an eternal hell.

Tomorrow marks the annexation of The Hawaiian Kingdom. The turning point.

Please understand. There is no paradise under American occupation.

pdfbabe

amab? afab? no im ahab. where the FUCK is that whale

jovialtorchlight-deactivated202

restful dream

the-evil-clergyman

Foxes Practicing the Difficult Art of How to Shape Shift into Humans by Utagawa Kuniyoshi (1840′s)

gallusrostromegalus

The bitch with the entirely fox head pointing and laughing is my favorite part.

brawltogethernow

It's fine to want nothing to do with Harry Potter now that JKR is being regularly and publicly terrible (I'm listing that way myself even though I don't want to because the association is just overpoweringly distasteful), but seeing the shift in how people discuss HP on this website to be like, "It seems obvious to me that this franchise was always poorly constructed, derivative drek littered with red flags anybody would notice with a cursory glance - there's absolutely nothing genuinely appealing about it." ...That's just very funny, sorry. Like yes that is unfortunately not how the relationship between a person's moral character and their skills works, but mostly I was alive and had a developed consciousness between 2000 and 2008, so I cannot take this seriously. It wasn't the biggest literature phenomenon of recent times because it had a uniquely strong marketing strategy, guys.

harocat

The books are well written with engaging characters, great worldbuilding, and a story that captured people like no other. There is literally no overestimating the phenom the books were. And no the movies did not make it. They were MASSIVE even before the films. Before the films even came out, the NYT made a separate children's bestseller list because a ton of people complained that 'kid's books' were taking up too many sports on the NYT bestsellers lists. It's honestly ridiculous to argue that HP's popularity was made by the movies. Come on.

And the thing about red flags, is that most things that are legitimately problematic in the books are fantasy staples. JKR didn't invent the anti-semitic portrayal of goblins. It's an old as hell trope that's in countless fantasy stories. The house elves were based on Brownie folklore, even down to the tradition of their freedom coming from a piece of clothing being given to them. People were not talking a lot about the casual transphobia in doing things like describing Rita Skeeter's hands as 'mannish' because casual transphobia was so ubiquitous that it was the norm, and that transphobia was often actively violent. I just don't think it crossed many people's minds that 'wow JKR described Rita Skeeter's hands as mannish once in the year 2000, so I think she's probably a T*RF.' And this doesn't make it okay, and it doesn't mean these aspects of the books aren't problematic! But it does mean that like, no it wasn't 'so obvious' even to MANY progressive minded people. And I also don't think it makes her a terrible person. What makes her a terrible person is what she's doing NOW.

The idea that they've 'always been awful' and we 'should have known' is really and actually just... kind of cowardly? Instead of acknowledging that unfortunately yes, bad people can make good things, people are taking the easy way out and going 'well obviously a bad person makes bad art. it's ALWAYS been bad, and my brain is so huge I know this', because god forbid we have a more nuanced view and don't see the world in the most simplistic terms possible. It sucks when bad people make good art, but you're not special for not ever liking Harry Potter.

largishcat

also like…. as a trans person who adored harry potter—because god what little baby queer DOESN’T daydream about escaping their terrible mundane home life for a world where they can have friends and adventures—these takes are really frustrating. like why are you calling ME stupid because SHE betrayed a whole swathe of her fanbase. like you’re really using the heartbreak and hurt of thousands of trans hp fans as an opportunity for internet clout? you must really care about trans people