#modern lit

[andromedajones7]

the only thing I can say in Latin is cubitum eamus and that’s because of the secret history.

If you don’t know what it means. Translate it

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[geniussloci]

Margaret Atwood

[wilde-shit-posting]

Okay y'all helping me pick. I'm doing an awful little gay project because I AM A HOMOSEXUAL.

So we all know I'm doing my spiritual bestie Oscar.

But I have choices.

I might put Poe on there because he's a token straight friend.

Walt Whitman boinked with Oscar I'm pretty sure.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti is an option.

Allen Ginsberg is also an option. I'm leaning his way.

Richard Blanco had a crush on Obama.

And because no good list is complete without a girlboss I think Emily Dickinson should be required.

But what do you all think? I need five poets (and three poems per poet) so gimme suggestions.

[jdslaytontheauthor]

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[myheartisafish]

I knew what books she liked, because she put them on a shelf and lent them to her customers--gloomy horror stories, Gothic novels with crumpled covers featuring a drawing of a Bat. Perverted monks, severed hands that murder people, coffins flushed out of graveyards by a flood. Evidently reading this sort of thing confirmed her in the conviction that we are not living in the worst of worlds, and taught her optimism. 

-Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, by Olga Tokarczuk

[apotropaicmagic]

[arisushanti]

the biggest thing quarantine took away from me was being in a library. that’s what i miss. stepping through the door and instantly being surrounded by all that knowledge, and physically feeling it as i walked through the aisles.

going through each section and plucking books at random that catch my eye, ordering a black coffee from the cafe downstairs, settling into a nice armchair and turning to the first page of whatever was in my hands.

i miss libraries