[2ear-tr9p]

Angel of Thursday I need u in my life so badly

[dragongirlsweetie]

you don't understand the only way to keep children safe is to isolate them from everyone except the people who are statistically most likely to abuse them

[memecucker]

Chuck Jones is the best counterexample to “the curtains are just blue” because you would not believe the amount of thought and art theory he put into his silly little cartoons

[memecucker]

I need to dig out my Chuck Jones books but one time he was talking about the Wile E Coyote gag where he runs off a cliff and continues running for a little bit before noticing there’s no ground underneath him and then turns to the camera and holds up a sign saying “Help!” before plummeting and Jones said the reason Coyote does that instead of immediately trying to get back to the cliff edge is bc Coyote embodies anxiety and in that particular moment represents the fear and worry about the judgement of others over and above the desire for self-preservation.

Like, if someone was told that interpretation without knowing any better they’d think it came from some pretentious academic or whatever but nope! It’s literally the creator like those are the thoughts he had in his head when he was creating the cartoons

[candyspider-deactivated20230731]

the Nine Rules of the Roadrunner cartoons always sticks with me. Rule 3 especially

[party-gilmore]

[incorrect-junji-ito]

Reminder that I will not stand for any Kirie slander with the anime out. She had her reasons to stay in town, and there’s no guarantee her and Shuichi would even be able to leave town if they tried, and no guarantee that leaving would keep them safe from the curse. Remember how Kirie and Shiho talked about how citizens from Kurozou-cho being cremated in other towns still made spiral smoke clouds in the sky? The spiral would have followed them wherever they went, the point is that there is no escape. Once you’re in the spiral you can’t go back, you’ll always be drawn to the center.

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[lotrmusical]

the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm

[id: tumblr tags reading 'dude This Fucking Rules', 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?', 'holy shit that is fucking metal', 'oh this fucks severely', 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS', 'yo this RULES']

[wilwheaton]

Holy fucking shit this is one of the most incredible things I have ever read. I am dead serious. I PROMISE you that you want to read this, and you're going to immediately send it to all your weird friends who you also know will love it.

[neil-gaiman]

The original link is down -- you can read it at

Song of the Worm - A Poem by Eliza Cook

Song of the Worm is a poem by Eliza Cook. THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domainIn the field that is stored with its millions of slain

[without-ado]

Saturn and its moons l Andrew McCarthy

[fairydrowning]

– Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated March 23, 1964. Via "violentwavesofemotion"

[TEXT ID:"I feel lonely. I feel worse - strange. And when I leave I cry in the car. And I say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers. Anne...people are strangers. I don't know if I can go on spilling myself out to people - those strange strangers. As I may have said, I am not at home in myself. I seem to be a ship that is sailing out of my own life." END ID]

[fotofreddy-deactivated20240101]

I love the agapanthus on Madeira

[ritikajyala]

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: I added a visualizer for this on my YouTube channel. Check it out here

[sykesarchive1]

the reader keeps a character in a time loop by telling their story over and over again. icarus flys. icarus falls. we tell the story again. nothing changes.

[soracities]

Ilya Kaminsky, “Still Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky”

[ousia-poetica]

Perfection does not live in us, but at least we can choose to be false or not. chrislongpainter

[lenaprhmk]

[catonhottinroof-deactivated2023]

Anna Billing (1849 - 1927)

Lush green summer meadow, Dalarö,1885

[dappledwithshadow]

Vincent van Gogh Quinces, Lemons, Pears and Grapes, 1887. Piles of French Novels, 1887. 

[ousia-poetica]

I wonder inside when I will forget you, since I think I have overcome it, and before a sigh your memory returns and the anguish that it entails. Art by Chris Long.

[soracities]

Hey, do you have any recommendations when it comes to mythology inspired poetry? 🤍

for collections i would try:

averno & meadowlands, louise gluck

orpheus & eurydice: a lyric sequence, gregory orr

the world's wife, carol ann duffy

sonnets to orpheus, rainer maria rilke

gilgamesh: a verse play, yusef komunyakaa

autobiography of red, anne carson

mother love, rita dove

ovid at fifteen, christopher bursk (i haven’t read this one yet, but it’s been on my list for a while now)

helen in egypt & hermetic definition, h.d.

some individual ones i’ve loved:

"persephone leaving", mary jo bang

"ceasefire", michael longley

"unicorn", angela carter

"complaint of achilles' heel", charles jensen

"even the gods", nicole sealey

“musée des beaux arts”, w.h. auden

"shapechangers in winter", margaret atwood

"the pomegranate", eavan boland

"odysseus to telemachus", joseph brodsky

"the wedding letter", paul monette

"failing and flying", jack gilbert

"black mythology", jonathan teklit

"and they were both right", kapka kassabova

"mycenae lookout", seamus heaney

“daedalus, after icarus”, saeed jones

"the maenads", ursula k. le guin

"fairy tale", miroslav holub

"cuchulain comforted" & "the stolen child", w.b. yeats