gay literature pissbaby

dumphole of my writing// it would mean the world to me if you read my works, thank you!

[androidboy]

part-time position. weekends forbidden. MUST NOT BE AVAILABLE DURING THE HOLIDAYS. always greet customers coldly and ignore your team members. looking for someone who can take directions terribly. must be horrible at math, crumple under pressure, and add more sorrow to the atmosphere. this is an unfriendly workplace, we all hate each other here, and we’re looking for individuals who disagree with our viewpoints.

[the-purvashadha]

There's no fruit in this world more beautiful than pomegranate. When it comes to taste, people may prefer different things, they may like different fruits. Richness of mangoes, simplicity of bananas etc.

But when it comes to beauty?

Pomegranates. So much love is poured in that. We get our hands painted with its red juice when we open it, a beautiful mess, and every seed looks like rubies.

Imagine giving pomegranate seeds to your beloved because its vibrant beauty reminded you of their beauty.

[leehallfae]

“how to prepare and eat a pomegranate” - @/billypotts (x) // unknown // azra t. @/5000letters // luciano ventrone // “eat the music” - kate bush // sara ghedina on flickr // “oom sha la la” - hayley heynderickx // pinterest // louise glück // victor hugot

[kazuoishiguro]

The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.

opening lines from the waves by virginia woolf + impression, sunrise by claude monet

[deadpoetwilde]

not 2 sound whiny but i wish more attention was given to the importance of art and literature and philosophy and other humanities again so they'll return to being a really great part of what shapes a decade or an era instead of being seen as useless because they don't fit into the capitalist ideal of a productive society

[deadpoetwilde]

i feel like elaborating because of a couple of reactions this post has gotten and discussing this issue is infinitely important.

yes, art still exists in many forms. pop music is a form of art, modern cinema is a form of art et cetera. yes, these can be compared to the older "cheap" art that used to appeal to the masses yet be looked down upon by art critics at the time of its making (think shakespeare or the dadaist movement). and yes, art is definitely not gone, and it still pervasive and conspicuous in our advanced societies.

however, a great deal of this "new" art we come across in our daily life (music on the radio is always the example i go with because it illustrates the point so well) has not been created as a form of self expression or to make a statement. much of it has been created with a very clear goal in mind, the goal being profit. it has been created through asking the question, what are most people going to like?

a lot (definitely, definitely not all) of popular art that is created in our times is not created as an end, but as a means to an end. this is the problem. there are so many individual artists, both on social media and in real life, who make wonderful art as a form of self expression, or to help a cause, who make art because they want to make art. the problem starts when art is not made because someone wants to make it, but because someone wants to make money (and here i'm not talking about people selling their art - which is perfectly fine - but rather people creating art just so they can sell it, without at all being connected to it themselves).

max weber wrote a critique of modernity where he points out that usually old things have "more personality" or they "pass the test of time" because in our new, advanced world, everything moves so fast we don't manage to obtain any deep, personal connection to it. a hit song is forgotten weeks after it is released because it's already been replaced by songs that sound more or less the same. we walk out of the cinema, discuss the movie we have just watched, recommend it to a friend, and then put it aside and look forward to the next one. we change phones, cars, and clothes every year or two. things become very easily replaceable because everything, clearly and strictly conforming to the status quo, is just about the same. songs, movies, books - there is a clear formula that usually applies to them. so in a new, modern age where every product is so similar to the one next to it or the one that will come after it, it becomes a lot more difficult to connect to the art that is created. very few pieces of art nowadays stay around long enough to influence the world of art at all.

this type of art is so prevalent in capitalist societies because it is so easy to make profit with it, because it is what the masses want. many people are not up for hard mental reflection and difficult complicated art. after a long day of tiring meaningless work, they get home and want something light and fun to consume, something that doesn't take much effort, something that will make them feel good; and who can blame them? they just worked all day. they're tired. they just want to rest. this is how capitalist and the exhausting 9 to 5 every day of the week routine wears us out. and the people behind the art industry? they want to make products that are going to sell, obviously, and the products that are going to sell are those that are light, fun, and don't take much effort - so these are the products that are made en masse; can we call these products "art"? i don't know. they're products. nowadays many things we would consider art are products that are made with the intention of being sold. that's not to say you can't connect to them - but just that they are, as i said in my post, not what shapes the era of art we are currently in.

so yes, art might not be useless in our advanced capitalist society. but the way it is (sometimes) used, namely to make profit, is cruel and lifeless. art is a tool; it can be used to bring about a better world and it can be used to reinforce a very flawed one. and, at least to me, art stops being powerful when it's commodified.

and still - and this is the last point i will make, i promise - art and humanities, which are also relevant to this point, remain at the bottom of the social hierarchy. how many times have kids who wanted to study philosophy, history, music etc. eventually chosen to study something else because they were told they'll finish their degree and be stuck without a job, since these degrees are useless to any "meaningful" job you can do? self-development and self-expression are set aside in this society because first and foremost you are a worker who needs to make a living, and you can usually not make a living as an artist because if your art doesn't conform to the status quo it's not going to sell (with a few exceptions). the economy becomes more important than you. in a technologically advanced capitalist society, where efficiency is the number one priority, there is no place for things that don't contribute to the growth of the economy, no time for things that cannot be translated into numbers. the humanities and the arts are left behind for the sake of wide-scale economic growth, but with it, our society in itself is falling apart due to neglecting its humanities and its people feel miserable because they are forced to repress their very human side that craves connection with others and emotion and creativity, which is what humanities and art can provide.

tl;dr while art has not died out at all, a lot of popular art is created to make profit, which is basically the only way it can survive in a technologically advanced capitalist society where art and humanities are at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

[detailedart]

Vincent Van Gogh’s stream of thoughts

[macrolit]

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[purgatorypoetry]

Secret: I have to pretend I’m not in love with my best friend, and she has to pretend she’s not in love with me. We are perfect for each other and say it all the time. But we’re afraid to take the chance and ruin our friendship.

and what could have been was in the myriad ways we made love,

smiles and laughter shared between scars and moments scared I love you because you make me love myself and I ask I ask this self this self which I love what I’m so afraid of the jump the fall the impact the way everything breaks uniquely,

these green-limb splintered ends of our bones as fingerprints we press fingertips against our every wound I wonder what’s to fear in perfection,

I tell you you are perfect and we both allow the lie but what I mean is I love the way the light shines through the cracks in your facade I mean sometimes I want to cradle you cradle you until we both begin to gather dust I think maybe I don’t believe in angels because I’m too afraid of demons or

maybe I just don’t know which I am

[macrolit]

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[macrolit]

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[kazuoishiguro]

modern greek mythology stories as penguin classics

the penelopiad by margaret atwood, lore olympus by rachel smythe, ariadne by jennifer saint, circe by madeline miller, the song of achiles by madeline miller, the lightning thief by rick riordan

[fdhynct]

the cat a sly fox walks in the night looking around locking its beady eyes into you it stops and stares coldly as if reading the story written in your soul it closes its eyes and again they open but now warmth radiates from its green orbs into your own being and a tear escaped you and you collapsed

[fdhynct]

​Солнцe — the Sun Shower me in your light and let me see the Truth or else make me blind

[fdhynct]

​come closer and let me see the scars marks of your past a time before my existence never to be touched by me a barrier between you and me the wrinkles marks of the present of the time spent between you and i and let me kiss it all let me feel your warm breath and let me look into your eyes and see your soul

[fdhynct]

​but then again who are we? we strive to be known but will we trade our peace and quiet for blinding lights; bare nakedness

[fdhynct]

​rocking bed satin sheets bring me to sleep

[fdhynct]

your muscles my hands gentle touches and the abyss you gently lift me into your arms the scent of your chest brings to me home your soft lips in my ears whispering my name hold me close it is yours all is yours i am yours

[fdhynct]

tear me to pieces

and devour me

let me be a part of you

let me see from your eyes

let me taste from your mouth

let me touch with your hands

let me feel with your heart

let me be

you