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this can't be all can it?

[sike-n]

[ID: safety sign generated using the Safety Sign Generator by Damon. The first part of the sign is a blue block with the text 'notice' written in white in all caps. below that is a section divided into two. the narrower section has two pictograms the first is a red circle with a line drawn through it over a person that seems to be running. the second is an image of a person figure seated and with a seat belt on. the next in the adjacent wider section says 'i need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one i have - holly black']

[dailykafka]

— March 10, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

[sike-n]

A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

[lifeinpoetry]

Jesus has a tattoo of La Virgen De Guadalupe covering his back. turns out he’s your cousin Jesus from the block. turns out he gets reincarnated every day & no one on Earth cares all that much.

— José Olivarez, from “A Mexican Dreams of Heaven” published in The Adroit Journal

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[strrenmeisje]

real estate, richard siken (2020)

[aridante]

Mahmoud Darwish (trans. Mohammad Shaheen), Like a Hand Tattoo in an Ode by an Ancient Arab Poet

[soracities]

Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]

[eors-archive]

[louisegluck]

May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal [ID in alt text]

[meaningfall]

———

C. A. Singh • Comp Het

9-1-23

[wellwhiskey]

“Killed Holmes.” - The diary of Arthur Conan Doyle, Dec. 1893 (x)

[heavensickness]

[metamorphesque]

"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)

[thenextdoormatilda]

What should a poet do in such a world? Write poems. Zbigniew Herbert, as a Warsaw adolescent, saw the only choice clearly enough when he said: "One might still offer / even to the betrayed world / a rose."To write poetry, even in the most hopeless of situations, is an act of faith-not only in poetry itself, but in the world. And who knows? Maybe someone will even read you someday, awaken to his or her own life, and live it with little more laughter and sanity, more dignity and passion.

From "War as Parable and War as Fact: Herbert and Firche"

[murderonthedullexpress]

“Trapped”

Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg

@/lilboyblueish on Instagram

Poem by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

I/Me/Myself - Will Wood

We Both Laughed In Pleasure by Lou Sullivan

cis people asking cis questions by Silas Denver Melvin (@sweatermuppet)

Tomboy Survival Guide by Ivan Coyote

[boyplushie]

[ID 1: I shook my head. "I've seen about it on TV. I don't feel like a man trapped in a woman's body. I just feel trapped."

ID 2: two panels of art on a white background. The first panel shows a simple blue figure inside of a larger pink figure. The blue figure's limbs are extended to the bounds of the pink figure. The panel is captioned "I don't relate to the 'trapped in the wrong body' narrative..."

The second panel shows the same two figures, in the same configuration, but both are at rest. Arrows are drawn between the figures, with pink ones radiating towards the blue figure and blue ones radiating out from the blue figure but not passing through the pink. The panel is captioned "I feel trapped in your perception of me..."

ID 3: you were thirteen the first time you dreamed / about discarding your bones in the river. / your mother spat out, no one loves you / when you're like this. by 'like this' she meant / 'dressed in a boys' shirt,' she meant 'confident / in yourself,' she meant 'unspeakably ugly.' / but you heard 'like this' and you thought 'alive.'

ID 4: For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me / And too confused to choose who I should be.

ID 5: Told him I don't feel like "a man trapped in a woman's body." & he laughed & said nobody does, that's just a catchy phrase coined by the medical profession & that being a transsexual does not dictate anything other than your feelings about yourself, and I have a perfect right to be a gay man if that's what I want.

ID 6: is your body normal as i want it to be? can you define normal? do you mind my asking? can i ask some more?

ID 7: I am not trapped in the wrong body; I am trapped in a world that makes very little space for bodies like mine. /End IDs.]

[dailykafka]

— February 19, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries