[poemtrans]

percy/delilah/tombstone/antoniə

shy/hyr + it/its + hey/hem/hez + ze/hir

trans + queer

talkin bout poetry and fiction mostly about queers and communism and god

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bio lyrics is from “the first symphony” from preludes, a musical by dave malloy

[stillorbitingu]

Vocabulary, Safia Elhillo

[projectiondepartment]

[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.  There’s a boy in you about three years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty Thousand Years. Sometime it’s a girl.  The child had to make up its mind How to save you from death. He said things like:  “Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”  You live with this child, but you don’t know it.  You’re in the office, yes, but live with this boy  At night. He’s uninformed, but he does want To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy  You survived a lot. He’s got six big ideas.  Five don’t work. Right now he’s repeating them to you. 

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[words-and-coffee]

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you’re expected to understand the rest of the text, it’s fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

Next image is the futurama meme: to shreds you say…]

(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

[bebx]

inspired by this post

[sixappleseeds]

poem, “there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop,” by vinay krishnan (x). transcription in alt text

[canthaveshitingotham-crucified]

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

[canthaveshitingotham-crucified]

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

[brenna]

[teaboot]

[wheresmyphonemp3]

[fadingponycookiedream]

[luthienne]

Omar Ziyadeh, “Nobody Can Identify Their Own Remains, and I Am Unable to Identify My Own” (tr. from Arabic by Alice S. Yousef) [ID’d]

[filthyprotozoan]

you may walk out of the underworld but you have to trust that she is behind you. do not look back to check.

i trust that she is there

i trust that she is there (i think)

i trust that she is there (please?)

i trust that she is there (can you hear me?)

i trust that she is there (say something so i can hear you)

i trust that she is there (what if it’s a lie?)

i trust that she is there (i can’t even see her shadow on the wall)

i trust that she is there (SAY SOMETHING)

SAY SOMETHING.

look behind.

Voting ended onFeb 9, 2023

[alwaysatomicconniseur]

#jesus.#orpheus and eurydice#as a poem#using a poll#this is probably the greatest exploitation of mediums i have ever seen op#every reader has the chance to become part of the text by voting#not the subtext#the TEXT#and i love me some ephemeral works in concept#you had to be here for this one week#and then the text is locked#(barring any edits to the original post of course)#and i just think that's so beautiful#beauty springs from the simplest things viewed askew#and all you need is a poll that accepts long enough strings (via couchcrusader)

[bionelly2]

and then THE FINAL RESULT. where “look behind” came so so so close to winning, but “i trust that she is there” came out ahead by 0.1%. so maybe, maybe, we did it right this time. maybe this time we were able to save her.

[firstfullmoon]

Mahmoud Darwish, “On Hope,” trans. Naseer Aruri and Edmund Ghareeb, in Enemy of the Sun: Poetry of Palestinian Resistance

[fixing-bad-posts]

[Image description: a tumblr text post, edited whiteout-poetry style to read, 'I'd rather die than say "God save the King," because hes not better than the general public. the lady at the soup kitchen down the street, I will always hail. The King? he's evil.']

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re: the coronation of princess diana's ex-husband

[taohun]

did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read 

[taohun]

been thinking about it since i read it 

[ooppo]

Pomegranates are the most dramatic fruit ever.

Bitch you are a piece of fruit why does it look like I murdered you. Why do you leave my fingertips red and stained. Why do you run down my hands to my elbows when I tear you apart. Why must I rip your body into bloodied chunks to get what's inside of you. Why do you sound so lovely when I crack you open. Why must I eat you with a knife and my bare hands. Why is there so much of you and why is there never enough.

[summer-fruits]

Wanted to add my own pomegranate murder scene

[b00sh]

Hey op ever consider writing poetry?

[blood-heritage-posts]

Blood Heritage Post

[geryone]

The Book of X, Sarah Rose Etter

[saindoux-deactivated20170828]

[dovemother]

‘Spring Rain: Okwui Enwezor on Ai Weiwei and the Sharjah Biennial’

Detail of T-shirt with text from Mustapha Benfodil’s Maportaliche/Ecritures Sauvages

[skullchicken]

I just had a small epiphany why you might like other people’s art more than your own:

It’s the lack of suspension of disbelief.

When you see something someone else has drawn or painted, you take in the content faster than you take in the technical aspects. You experience it as pseudo-real, the same way you stop perceiving animated characters as drawn or book characters as written as you get into the story.

On the other hand, when you yourself have made something, all you see is the machine behind the theater, so to speak. You’re probably thinking about lines, shading, coloring in a “does this make sense? Is this the best decision I could have made?”-kind of way.

I think that’s also why sometimes, pictures you haven’t looked at for a long time starts looking nice to you again, à la: “Hey past-me was unto something! Why can’t I replicate it nowadays?”. It’s probably specifically because you’ve forgotten the process of making it that you are now seeing it with fresh eyes.

Art is an illusion, but a magician has a hard time tricking themself. So don’t be so hard on yourself: it’s probably just that you can’t see the magic right now, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.

[aydromysis]

You just put something into words that I have been feeling for a while. This might actually get me to try digital painting again, thank you.

[skullchicken]

Omg, I’m glad to hear 💖

[mournfulroses]

Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"