high anxiety

∆ the only constant is change ∆

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[pmamtraveller]

"Fat Tiger" by "Uncle Bum" (不二馬大叔).

[toiich]

One Sings, the Other Doesn't (1977), dir. Agnès Varda

[dailycatsblog]

[the-zenith-calls]

My favorite scenes in the LotR books are the ones where Legolas has vital information and just decides it's not important to share.

Like when Gandalf spent literal PAGES trying to figure out why the vibes were off in Moria and Legolas chimes in with just "it's a balrog :) that shit's evil :) we're so fucked :)" like what do you MEAN you knew already and just didn't tell him??

Or at the beginning of Two Towers when Aragorn thinks there's something nearby so he puts his ear to the ground to listen, and then like 10 minutes later is like "hmmm i hear horses" and Legolas is just like "mm yep. there are 105 blond bitches with spears" like you just let your friend put his face in the dirt and you can SEE them??

Legolas please gain a sense of urgency

[knives-in-the-dishwater]

It's because legolas hasn't spent enough time with non-elves to remember that they don't know what he knows.

gandalf is scratching his head in moria, and legolas is thinking "oh man, the wizard noticed something off *besides* the obvious balrog that we all are aware of??"

"I wonder what aragorn is listening for? must be hard to hear, what with all of the horses. How many horses are there, actually? 1... 2... 3..."

[taavicleric]

"What do your elvish eyes see?" is Aragorn saying, as politely as possible, "Because the REST OF US are at a significant disadvantage, Prince Dipshit."

[lifeinpoetry]

Respect for Marx

In front of brightly lit windows overflowing with lingerie I can’t stop myself from thinking about Marx.

A respect for Karl Marx is the one thing my lovers had in common. I allowed all of them, though to differing extents, to paw at the cotton dolls hidden in my body.

Marx Marx I’ll never forgive him.

— Iman Mersal, from The Threshold, tr. Robyn Creswell

[thcartierrug]

[halalwife-deactivated20250104]

from ‘Red Bird’ by Mary Oliver

[out-of-work-actress-deactivated]

Kissing

[kunosoura]

what's the opposite of feeling sand slip through your fingers because I feel this poem more and more as time passes

[llovelymoonn]

t.s. eliot burnt norton

kofi

[highhanxiety]

"Aspirin,

crack cocaine,

the poetry of Keats;

Kathleen's big beautiful face,

and The Communist Manifesto

— these are all pain relievers."

-- Tony Hoagland, "Examples of Justice," Priest Turned Therapist Treats Fear of God

[highhanxiety]

"Imagination, our last system of immunity./ Disbelief, our most inexhaustible resource./ Unreality, my great love, protect me."

-- Tony Hoagland, "Inexhaustible Resource," Priest Turned Therapist Treats Fear of God

[highhanxiety]

"Time will break what doesn’t bend — even time."

– Kaveh Akbar, “Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned Into Threats,” Pilgrim Bell

[highhanxiety]

"I continue/ to live to/ make Jesus/ regret dying/ for my sins"

--- CAConrad, Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927