Julien Gérardin - Coucher de soleil sur la mer, s.d.

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Julien Gérardin - Coucher de soleil sur la mer, s.d.
This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8
I hate that my aesthetic sense agrees with this but everything you just said was correct
I went back to dig up this post because I was thinking about poetry.
This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.
As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: “fuck him on the floor.” The use of “chintz” is indeed great word choice.
Because I’m insane, decided to scan the poem:
Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.
There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of “keep it real” juxtaposed with “chintz.” It causes me to interpret the “chintz” more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of “fuck,” which is a contrast with “chintz” but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where “chintz” is flimsy and inanimate.
And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is “filled with chintz”—something that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with “keep it real.”
The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wife’s marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something “real.” That’s a story, and it’s just two lines.
This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, y’all. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.
From a technical standpoint (and ive taken 300- and 400-level poetry classes so I can say this) this is damn near flawless as a poem.
Kept thinking about this ever since I saw it and had to do something
there's art now
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biologists will be like this is a very simplified diagram of a mammalian cell
chemists will be like this is a molecule
okay but this is what the best render of a human cell looks like
They are not kidding
We are full of so many fuckign guys
doing my damnedest to free myself of the “just gotta get through this week” “only x more days til the weekend” mindset & learn to appreciate each day for whatever it is lest i be driven to madness
so what if tomorrows monday i have leftovers & maybe this week i will make soup. maybe ill see a cat. maybe each day will show me something worthwhile even if im tired & maybe i can enjoy it
if u are negative on this post im blocking u ! some of us are trying to get better
by Holly Warburton
the fact em forster lost his virginity at the age of 37 and then was too busy having gay sex to write…inspiring
like he literally said this
I was supposed to have a date tonight…
i had exams today so I didn’t think about it very much this week, on tuesday we planned to meet on friday night and that was that. After my exam i texted, we decided on a place, he wanted to meet at 7:30 because he had other stuff to take care of first… I pointed out that the place he suggested closes at 8, he said he’d try for closer to 7. OK, fine. I got ready, tried on various outfits, he texted that he was leaving to head over. I put on perfume and fussed in the mirror, he texted that it was going to be more like 7:15. At 7:10 I put my shoes on and headed for the door, he called and said he’d gotten a flat tire… he was going to pull in to a gas station and see if he could just put some air in it, that he’d call me in a few… he called me in a few, said he had a nail, that he was going to have to take his car to a shop to get the tire replaced tonight because he’s got a lot of driving to do tomorrow, and he’d have to cancel on the date. That he’d call me tomorrow to reschedule, and he was sorry.
I guess, these things do happen? It did sound like he was on the road somewhere when he called. But somehow it still feels fishy! I don’t know him well enough to know if this is him being flaky or what. But it certainly casts a pall.
I bought myself a nice pair of leather shoes, the kind that should last a really long time, ideally. They are made to be re-soled when the soles wear out, but the leather is meant to last. They are plain, but they’re so beautiful to me, they feel so nice and it’s all I can do to stop myself running my fingers over them whenever I wear them.
Fede Galizia: Judith with the Head of Holofernes (detail)
Tag.
Hide-and-seek is still the most popular game, but tag is starting to catch on more and more. At least their version of it, which consists of just running and jumping while giggling.
I didn’t participate for once so I could take some photos from a safe distance. Taking pictures while playing tag is not possible because I have to be extremely careful in order to survive.
aw they’re friends
Im trying to think of a way to say this funny, to make it worth posting about lol… med school is going well academically, and my professional life is on track… but socially i feel like I’ve regressed back to high school. I’ve never felt so socially anxious, I feel like throwing up half the day and my heart rate monitor is constantly alerting me about sudden spikes in my heart rate whenever i happen to make eye contact with someone.
The best part about med school actually is these little private study pod things we have — they’re like mini couches, 1.5 chair width basically, and they extend up on three sides to form privacy walls surrounding you while you sit on your little couch. And there’s a desk built into one of the sides, and i always choose the one that’s facing a blank wall so it’s even more private. It facilitates my desire to hide in a hole whenever i’m on campus between classes.
botanical gouache paintings by me!!!!