moved to @ancientyawns

[bad-saints]

So @splatterofchaos put out a poetry collection which made me Feel Things™ anyway here’s a playlist to go with the chapbook

[splatterofchaos]

Whatttt!!!

But I am so upset that I’ve never heard of any of these except for Ludovico...because he is everything...but I love discovering new music so I’ll be looking all these up!

Fun fact or not so fun:

I was never going to release a chapbook, but last week midnight I somehow discovered Florence & The Machine’s The Odyessy and I fell in love (yes I know a million years late or what, but I tend to just float around with music). I remember just being like whatttt this is magic and then I thought to myself life is so short, like who even cares just post your work, I know you, poetry is therapy so there’s no way in hell you’ll be giving that up anytime soon and yes most of the stuff you write is just plain bad, but every blue moon there’s something or worth, so from now on I’ll just be gathering all the blue moon writing and releasing it every few months/years/whatever. It’s quite liberating! 

For the above quote if anyone is wondering:

“Holiness is a word I love to hear, it sounds like wings to me”

Euripides, from the “First Choral Ode of Bakkhai,” trans. Anne Carson

[splatterofchaos]

The self as a sound— the trumpet end of a daffodil—opening, opening, opening. Bloom so wide, I wilt.

S.A. Khanum | nurture vs nature  (via splatterofchaos)

I knew I would have to include Sadaf in the lineup this year. She’s been a staple of my National Poetry Month postings. In fact, it was my first foray into doing this three years ago that I (believe) I first met Sadaf.

I’ve loved her poetry since I first stumbled upon it on this site and as I’ve exchanged notes with her, I’ve gotten to know the lovely person behind the words and I’m so happy I have. Go read the rest of her work.

(via frommybookbook)

^^^ I think this sums up 25% of my feelings right now Laura, like I cannot even...

[haleyincarnate]

fragments of modern day warfare. by S.A. Khanum (@splatterofchaos)

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[splatterofchaos]

S.A. Khanum | fragments of modern day warfare.

[frommybookbook]

Are the clouds glad to unburden their bundles of rain? Most of the world says no, no, it’s not possible. I refuse to think to such a conclusion. Too terrible it would be, to be wrong. —Mary Oliver, “Do Stones Feel?”

[splatterofchaos]

Rebellion is the softest thing I gift myself. Teeth instead of knives. Observation instead of accusation. I am a patient thing. I've been here before.

S.A. Khanum | woman

[v-ersacrum]

Francesco Hayez, The Kiss, 1859

[splatterofchaos]

She was the type of quiet you adjust to, a blue to look into but van gogh yellow. & reading her & reading her & reading her, like filling a vase with flowers & watching them bloom as they wilt.

S.A. Khanum | After Monet - ‘I had so much fire in me and so many plans...’ 

[splatterofchaos]

S.A. Khanum | fragments of modern day warfare.

[haleyincarnate]

fragments of modern day warfare. by S. A. Khanum (@splatterofchaos)

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S.A. Khanum | fragments of modern day warfare.

[splatterofchaos]

The self as a sound— the trumpet end of a daffodil—opening, opening, opening. Bloom so wide, I wilt.

S.A. Khanum | nurture vs nature  

[stovenly-deactivated20171216]

Heart’s Home II

The world had lost its whales, but their sky was full of sails. Men fought for what men sought, fire raining down. A soul slithers, hoping for home, coeur d’abri.

As white stars forever pierce the caliginous night, dark ships scrape the horizon. Even when the rain came, threatened to break the chain – still we clung. Is it better to cling, or nobler to sink, coeur d’abri?

Great nets of gold hung from kelp-addled holds, towed with cold winds. Men felt lost in a world without land, on wood that always wobbled. I too, stumble about your soul, unwelcome to its depths, coeur d’abri.

Men’s goal, men’s gold; amassed it all to one home on the globe. The sun became the center, and our earth its apogee. I am unlike the earth, for my heart subsumes it all, coeur d’abri.

When the moon dims, all that can be seen is ships in the sky, sliding toward the stars. Men felt lost in a sky without earth, between stars that always shimmered. I am unlike the sky, for my heart encompassed all, coeur d’abri.

When the ships left, the men looked out and saw reflections of brethren in the fledgling earths. The skies shook, and socities that slumbered took to the skies in gratefulness. Searching for whales, we seek to be whole in our faults, coeur d’abri.

The whales soared no longer, and fled from the universe. The men who lost them dwindled, to burning embers, to glowing coal, to snuffs between stars between echoes. Hopes rose, until we saw it all, with nowhere they could hide.

I am unlike the rest, coeur d’abri, for I am hoping still.

CCCX | a sequel

[splatterofchaos]

The self as a sound--- the trumpet end of a daffodil---opening, opening, opening. Bloom so wide, I wilt.

S.A. Khanum | nurture vs nature 

[bibliofumes]

Here we are, a sparking moment away from eruption.    I hope the flames swallow  your heart. I hope the smoke  pollutes your peace.

S.Ghazal (24/30)

[splatterofchaos]

S.A. Khanum | fragments of modern day warfare.