Unwise to call someone's failure to recognize a moth a "Humbert Humbert moment"

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Unwise to call someone's failure to recognize a moth a "Humbert Humbert moment"
we're all sending each other "electronic mail" but nobody uses P.S. enough. as a child i was so compelled by P.S., there was something magical about it (a letter...outside the letter? but in the letter?!). and now i find it a useful way to sort of shift an email chain to another topic!
t shirt that just says WHATEVER YOUāRE READING INTO MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND BODY LANGUAGE YOUāRE MISINTERPRETING
randomly remembered being in school during a short break between classes like in my early teens doing some repetitive movement to soothe myself (if it was braiding & unbraiding the ends of my hair, i was like 13 at the oldest; but it mightāve been something else) & a random girl walking up to me & going āyou should stop doing that because it is a sign of a serious disorderā & then walking away. what did she mean by that?
Nile Monitor (Varanus niloticus)
Observed by saskia_thomas, CC BY-NC
i read don quixote at the age of like 11 or 12, & because don quixote is not in any way local literature, i tend to assume this experience is universal & get really surprised that it is not
put out some water to boil then accidentally fell asleep and when i woke up there was a terrible smell and no water in the pot. so in a sense i succeeded at boiling water. perhaps more than i ever have
i understand that this is because of differences in tradition, like itās clear to me that iām from a tradition where free verse never became the mainstream idea of poetry & became a big deal in poetry circles comparatively recently (not exclusively 1990s-early 21st century, but, it seems to me as a person who knows little, most significantly then), so that i personally could witness people bemoaning free verse as ruining poetry (with political associations about The Youth nowadays with their liberal views, blue hair & pronouns, & poetry without meter), & the native english speakers on the internet are Not from that tradition, & free verse did become the dominant poetry form in their tradition & seems to even register as such to people not in poetry circles. but i am what i am & my eye twitches when i hear that free verse is not real poetry & anyone can write free verse. also because itās obviously not true & as usual, this silly āthis is not real art because i could make itā nonsense is both usually inaccurate & reveals this odd equation of ātechnical skillā & āart qualityā which, like, try looking at things & thinking about what they make you feel! if what they make you feel is anger or discomfort or fear, try thinking about why! to equate art to the amount of time & effort it took to [learn to] make it is rob yourself of engaging with it at all! but mostly because i feel like i am talking to some conservative Defending the Form as done by Pushkin or whatever
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double the dactyls won't double your trouble when using the poet's tools. how, I will tell. state plain your meaning then uncomplicatedly break into syllables: write in excel.
i think itās a kind of incautiously / imprecisely written post in general but i keep thinking that a lot of the reasons for abuse this post describes very much go under āintentionalā to me. like i guess the weakest possible reading of āmost abuse is unintentionalā, something along the lines of āmost people who abuse others have some goal besides causing their victim maximal harm / suffering in mindā, is true (though, even then, i donāt think ācausing a weak / dependent person humiliation / pain for the sense of accomplishment / enjoyment (& sometimes shared entertainment / values / social cohesion) it bringsā is, like, That uncommon, in abusive situations & otherwise), & i think unkindness / interpersonal harm can be & often are straightforwardly unintentional even if they affect the other person profoundly, but āāmost abuse is unintentionalā really does quite chafe for me. i think most abuse involves the rationalization that for whatever reason the feelings (safety, integrity, physical health, developmental needs, personhoodā¦) of the victim matter less than whatever you need / are trying to achieve (your comfort or pleasure, social standing, the victimās better futureā¦) & you picking the latter over the former over & over, & i think the word āintentionā does kind of capture the idea, that to abuse you have to make this decision repeatedly. i think no one is immune to disregarding another, dependent somehow, in this way! the rationalizations that allow one to do so are quite varied & powerful! but i do not think this disregarding āunintentionalā
nael, age six, sings a song in their rocket, with capital letters, a jubilant shout:
panthera tigris runs free and unfettered, a broken enclosure ā the tiger is out
ethos, pathos, logos, and d'artagnan
There is a compulsion, where once you've got going in writing your posts in a metrical form, returning to writing them higgledy-piggledy (sorry) is harder than keeping the norm...
we all know the word avuncular, of course, having studied our Latin