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Unvanquished

Nor have I put down that fear of Death Which lingers shrouded over some horizon Amid a picnic spread with marmite sandwiches While sipping ice-cold tea he cannot taste. I see the moment when, plate empty, He marches through the field to stand And stare into my eyes unmoving. It is a moment fixed in future memory Clear as when my eighth-grade crush Was sat across from me at lunch, And I was helpless with possibility I knew inevitably I would not fulfill. What will we talk of, Death and I? Is he a messy eater? Is he bloated? If I share my Pepto will he yield a day? This tea is cold and winter rises with it. Alas to all the words I have forgotten; May they run someday within another's veins.

#original poem #poetry

good-news-every1

#no party I can't be late to

viralfrog

#now you're thinking with portals #funny

carby

Roses are red, my favorite season is fall,

Drawn

Could I but lure these words with honeyed treacle So they would trail from hiding in a trickle Thence to pool in idle combs arranged in lazy Palindromes, my every sense to tickle.

Instead they throb and beat upon my head Those lashing talons that draw blood for daily bread And leave no picture painted neat, but only hazy Shapes all fitting ill, and queer, and dread.

#original poem #poetry #writing #word painting #writing struggles

screenshotsofdespair

#special today #no ice cream

A Candle

Her name was Renee Good. We were alike, but we were different. We would sing, and we would write. We would hug our children. We were human. Now I fill my cup with words And tip them out into a churning ocean Where the Truth lies, somewhere, Awaiting those who wish to look. If only we could unburn our candles. Her name was Renee Good, And she was, And then she wasn't.

#original poem #renee good

mysral

#even funnier thinking about how unintelligible this is out of context

viralfrog

#stars upon thars

hitku

by David Hockney

#new year #snow #rainbow

bethanydelleman

Maybe it's naive of me, but whenever I see portraits like this, with just a father and daughter, it restores my faith in humanity a little. Because people seem to love this idea that fathers never loved their daughters in the past and only saw them as bargaining chips for marriage or whatever, but look at the guy in the first portrait on the left, he loves that little girl! And the dad trying to do his work while his daughter bothers him with an Old Timey Barbie. The man teaching his daughter geography, his expression is so soft! The way the man in the last portrait holds the little girl's hand! And none of these are incidental, these aren't photographs, someone (probably the father) paid good money and sat down for hours so that they could have a painting of themselves and their daughter. Probably because they loved their daughter.

From left to right: 1795 Michał Jerzy Mniszech with his daughter Elżbieta - Marcello Bacciarelli; Christopher Anstey and his daughter Mary Ann by William Hoare 1776; A Musician and His Daughter by Thomas de Keyser 1629; The Geography Lesson (Portrait of Monsieur G. and His Daughter), 1812; Jean-baptiste Isabey And His Daughter; Portrait of a Young Girl and Older Man by William Harrison Scarborough

(this is probably somewhat related to my other favourite genre of painting, Husband With Multiple Kids Making Come Hither Eyes At His Wife)

janeeyreofmanderley

oh I love those! People being people is one of my favourite kinds of paintings and an important reminder that people in past times were not all that different. There were dads who loved their daughters fiercely. There were fathers who happily looked after their babies too. The German reformer Philip Melanchton for example had a cradle in his office. His wife was busy organising a household for 20 people- she was out and about, he mostly worked in his office, it made sense for him to look after their babies too babies while she dropped by at snack time.

in fact often if it was kind of safe dads had the babies in their workshops for just that reason as we can see in these paintings:

The left is “the busy father” by Theodore Weber, the right one is “At the china repairer’s “ by Wenzel Tornoe. All dads who are actively involved in childcare and a painter who thought it was a cute topic rather than anything ridiculous.

obi-troll-kenobi

I raise you:

First Lesson by Akseli Gallen-Kallela (1865 - 1931)

Un Coup De Main (The Helping Hand) by Émile Renouf (1845 – 1894)

Italian Winegrower And His Daughter by Francesco Baratta (1590-1666)

thoughtportal

this is my favorite tweet of all time

#gregor samsa

formerlyluckymanticore

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

charlesoberonn

Some of my favorite variants

Heel Turn

The hardest part to swallow comes at the end When having squeezed out every drop to burn The smiling sickly faces set teeth and turn To say they never did... they always said... Like Trump pilloried Mamdani right up to when Mamdani won. Like Democrats really love pro-lifers; Like Republicans love Communism When it's time to goad the voters to elections; Every hero needs a heel the crowd can hiss at So they look past all the imperfections. Though Evil be a chameleon oozing from the fen, Yet no one claims monopoly on right and wrong. We're primed to think we're Winston, but then Secretly I know he loved Big Brother all along.

#original poem #poetry #ambivalence #morality #morals and ethics #politics