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[lunamonchtuna]

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via lunamonchtuna)

[velocitations]

anwya Crazy Louise Glück poem of the day:

[plasmapop]

09/03/21 • poem made from the handout for a lecture on the fragmentary historical sources and missing tomb of alexander the great

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[koenji]

Jean Diodati (1576-1649), Pious annotations of the Holy Bible, 1648 London.

[roastie]

https://www.washingtonpost.com/books/2023/09/20/emily-wilson-iliad-translation-terms/

emily wilson making me happy :-)

[havingapoemwithyou]

i go back to may 1937 by Sharon Olds

[mostlyghostie]

I'm running a 25% sale on everything on my shop for the next week, please take a look if you want some bookish art or have a bookish persons birthday coming up!

I haven't had much time to do art since starting a new job a couple months ago, but things have calmed down a bit, so you can also get in touch with any custom requests/commissions

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[lifeinpoetry]

we are untamed   a wilderness of women   we are waste ground   what a waste love   nothing grows on us   sterile and barren   an un-useful female   empty as church   pews   the wind rattles its fists   inside our wombs   come now, snake boy   come now, heretic healer   where are   the maths that solve us? How do we fit into your algebra your binary code?

— Joelle Taylor, from "C+nto," C+nto

[stillorbitingu]

Vocabulary, Safia Elhillo

[apoemaday]

November Graveyard

by Sylvia Plath

The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees Hoard last year’s leaves, won’t mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn To elegiac dryads, and dour grass Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness However the grandiloquent mind may scorn Such poverty. No dead men’s cries

Flower forget-me-nots between the stones Paving this grave ground. Here’s honest rot To unpick the heart, pare bone Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton Bulks real, all saints’ tongues fall quiet: Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.

At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

[ileaveclawmarks]

in memory of Minnie Bruce Pratt (1946-2023), remembered as a prolific author, poet, and lesbian-feminist activist. view her works here.

photography by leslie feinberg

[larkandkatydid]

It’s a bummer how Octavia Butler died so young and has ended up serving as this generic Black Woman author who people cite but don’t actually read. I wish the world and been different and she’d lived it longer so she could be properly honored as American Fiction’s most Highbrow Pervert and Master of Unsettling Alien Sex Scenes. “Parasitism is sexy,” she says. Yes, ma’am, we know you think that.

[larkandkatydid]

The joy and celebration of the erudite monster-fuckers in the notes of this post warms my heart.

[lastyearscalendar]

[littlefettuccinealfredo]

weeping over this inscription i found in my secondhand copy of Maurice:

"Harry, I'm glad I met you in 1973. Nathaniel"

[juliens-bakery]

“When people ask me what Emily Dickinson poems are about, I want to run away and hide, simply because for me, some poems are not about the ‘about’. They are metaphysical spells that you hold close and don’t really want to elaborate on. They help you to go on when you have nothing else left to go on with, the kind of poems you remember even when you don’t want to remember them.”

— Ilya Kaminsky, before reading ‘hope is the thing with feathers’

[thebeautifulbook]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS by J.R.R. Tolkien. Art binding and box by Dimitris Koutsipetsidis (2022). Book cover designs by Mia Heath. One of a kind.

source [more photos and information from Dimitri]

[keremelcream]

Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot