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the self is a guy you made up to get mad at
Nearly every poem, at heart, is a questioning, a way of saying, "We don't have the whole story," or "We may not have been looking at this thing in the right light," or "Let's check behind this curtain to see if there's somebody else in the room."
Miller Williams
things in fic I'm used to people kind of faking their way through writing about:
the city of los angeles
the city of new york
sex
how drinking alcohol works
how getting high works
how a child of any age speaks
how nuclear physics work
how [my job] works
how debilitating being shot in the shoulder is
how hypothermia works
things I have never before seen someone fake their way through writing about, until today:
what french toast is
read through the notes on this one trust me
Here's some of the notes, starting with the things multiple people brought up:
SHRIMP COCKTAIL:
banahbanah: #flashback to that one fic where Peter Parker frets about drinking shrimp cocktail because of the alcohol
generaldeliciousness: adding: what a prawn/shrimp cocktail is
#why is your character turning it down because they're under 21 #do you think prawn cocktail is a cocktail #this lives in my brain rent-free constantly #the rest of the fic was so normal #and good enough that i'll still re-read it #but bro
And then many, MANY, people wondering if this was actually authour mistake, since Peter really would do this!
POMEGRANATES:
zhajhassa: #haha where's that post that was like someone describing someone eating a pomegranate but they ate it like an apple
thornhands: #once someone wrote persephone biting into a whole Pomegranate #had to stop and stare at a wall for a minute
sungsingsanguine: I once saw someone very confidently write about a character eating slices of pomegranate.
FRUIT TREES:
zagreuses-toast: #given a very endearing glimpse into a writers blindspots by seeing them describe someone sitting under a ''pineapple tree''
salatrash: I remember something about picking watermelons... OF A FUCKING TREE
baander: #cranberry trees
DOUGH/BATTER:
maycelium: #I'm a chef so I'm really used to people not accurately describing how to cook food #But I was surprisingly flabbergasted when someone was writing making a cake and was kneading it. Which uh #Not necessary for cake. It was interesting for sure but just bizarre
livebloggingmydescentintomadness: #the one that drove me nuts was when a character set aside a batch of PASTA DOUGH 'to rise' #pasta doesn't have yeast!! #it does need to REST but it will never RISE #you do not want an airy crumb on your noodles
lovesodeepandwideandwell: #THE ONE WHERE THEY MADE COOKIES BY LADLING BATTER INTO A TRAY
Some other topics:
In my household we talk about "pathways in the brain" being like deer trails in the woods -- the more the deer walk along one route, the more their hooves wear down the grass until it's just a strip of bare dirt.
But if the deer start traveling a different way, the grass grows back.
But if the deer start
traveling a different
way, the grass grows back.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
does anyone have the “my wife is home” r/ambien post
The Plaque Series
The concept art of Jenny Holzer.
Yellowjackets 2x02 - “Edible Complex” // Sarah Covington, Wounds, Flesh, and Metaphor in Seventeenth-Century England // House of the Dragon 1x07 - “Driftmark” // Karmen MacKendrick, Word Made Skin: Figuring Language at the Surface of Flesh // Benedetta (2021) dir. Paul Verhoeven // Karmen MacKendrick, “Sharing God’s Wounds: Laceration, Communication, and Stigmata” in The Obsessions of Georges Bataille: Community and Communication // Richard Siken, “Wishbone” // Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama // Covington, Wounds, Flesh, and Metaphor // Caravaggio, The Incredulity of Saint Thomas [detail] (c. 1601-1602)
Fabian Chairez, “Estigmas” (2023)
Death Becomes Her [musical] (2024) dir. Christopher Gattelli // Jenny Holzer, “Someone wants to cut a hole in you…” (1981)
Trailer for Mother Mary (2026) dir. David Lowery
i'll never be the same but there's beauty in that too
NOT EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SOMETHING ELSE
#angie sijun lou#from her poem ‘jessica gives me a chill pill’
— Laura Gilpin, The Hocus-Pocus of the Universe (1977)
[ID: Four photos or scans of a poem titled A Toast to the Alchemists. The pictures are cropped so that the text is almost taking up the entire image. Behind the poem one can see the text on the back of the page shine through. The poem reads:
A Toast to the Alchemists
Alchmists, you were right, it is possible. We have the proof now. There are equations.
If you could come back for a day, if you could conjure yourself into this chemistry classroom, if you could read the textbook or watch the professor writing the answers on the board…
Alchemists, you would see that you were right, even though you didn’t know about alpha and beta radiation, even though you didn’t understand isotopes, you knew it was possible, that some elements can change into other elements, that transmutation can occur.
Alchemists, there is proof now that it is possible, although each new element, having a brief half-life, would keep changing into other things.
Alchemists, you were right, you can make anything, anything, uranium, plutonium, tel- lurium, mercury, copper, cobalt, platinum, silver, and gold, you can make gold, an isotope so radioactive it would sparkle before your eyes.
Alchemists, you were right. It is magic.
/end ID]
Mohja Kahf, “Most Wanted”, Hagar Poems
Image description:
A poem shown in black serif text on a white background. The poem reads:
Warning: God has slipped the noose.
We must confirm the worst
of our righteous fears—
God has escaped the mosque,
the synagogue, the church
where we’ve locked God up for years.
We repeat unto you:
God is on the loose.
Henceforth beware:
You may find God in heathen beauty.
You may stumble upon God unaware.
Take appropriate measures:
You may have to behave
as if each human being
could reflect God’s Face.
End description.
God
He destroyed His cage
Yes
YES
God is out
NOT GAY AS IN HAPPY BUT QUEER AS IN - Michael Gray Bulla
[image description: a poem text that reads,
“NOT GAY AS IN HAPPY BUT QUEER AS IN
bared teeth. As in celebration. As in carving the body out of the carcass. Not gay as in rainbow cop car for a policed pride parade, thin cis men washing the walls white – not gay as in NO FATS, NO FEMMES – but trans as in -cendence. Queer as in scribbling sharpie over the shadow of the she I was never going to be. Fag as in piercing my ears with my lover’s Mars earrings. Tranny as in tracing the chest’s twin lines, the ricochet of the real name, the loving someone else even when you don’t love yourself – Transfag as in T-dick. Shot & chaser. Building bodies out of boats untethered to the banks of bend yourself until you break so I won’t be made uncomfortable. Transfag as in fuck your “female erasure.” Transfag as in stomping your boots to the beat of I am here, real, alive. Not gay as in gunshot, left to bleed on the concrete, save only yourself, sneering. But queertransfag as in echoing in every hallway. Scratched out of the history books. Pushed to the back of every line. Making our own lines anyways. Writing our books. Building hallways. Queertransfag as in wrapping the wound. Celebrating the scar.”
/end id]
“Femme Fatale” by Susan Kane
[From The Femme Mystique, ed. Lesléa Newman]
I am DECEASED
anne carson interviewed by kate kellaway for the guardian
“Not fabulous.”
Sophocles, Elektra (trans. by Anne Carson)