TURN ME ON TO PHANTOMS

i follow to the edge of the earth

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catullus 51 // the pro caelio

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15 minute first draft cat51 thing to try and make my poetry brain work again

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human machine

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baby's first villanelle attempt ok <3 yay <3

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house of leaves / catullus 51 :}

the bottom left text comes from the dsm-iv diagnostic criteria for panic attacks, the top right text is that one bit of house of leaves but modified, and the table in the top left comes from the poetics of manhood: nonverbal behaviour in catullus 51 by c. a. clark. the rest is my own :]

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'poem' that's about me getting irritated playing blue prince with my parents. among other things

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???

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messing around with some scraps i didn't end up putting in the last poem :-]

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Your blog is so creative!!! I super love your cutouts theyre formatted so interestingly!!! <3 big fan

ahh thank you so much !!!

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yippee

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god i hate caelius

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i really like the pantheon

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in rainbows

i wrote a poem after my friend died. it wasn't very good, so i ate some of it.

[                                 ]END THE FLOOD [                      ]

[          ] they used to

                                picture [                 ] 

it, [                                                          ] your parents. now they

[                                      …                                      ]

[  ] cling  to  dead tongues, [                                                 ] reaching

for something [                 ] you were not

[        ].  [                              ] you [             ]

[            ] used to be [                ]

new, [                                                                  ] unfamiliar:

                                   but burnt by the fire of 

[                                         ]

the small hours of the morning you [             ] grew monstrous and

[              ] 

                   [                                                                ]

                                                                                        [                  ]

    there. [            ] in the shadows, panning 

                            the waters of the lethe,

[               ] a truncation      occurred.

the very air [                           ] should lament, [            ] should mourn.

[                          ]    avernus calls. 

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roem (like poem but rome)

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decomposition poem :D

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trying to remember a poem (id under cut)

he was this self-invented alien, a prophet, a demi-god fallen to earth:

or maybe some kind of spirit? I can't remember.

    RH: Yet.

    DB: Yet.

the time delay makes this difficult, but I’ll try.

    this is a h o r r o r s t o r y.

if you decide it's a love story, as these affairs generally are,

[you mass-hysterical audience,] I think it'll probably...

No, no. no. no. I can't think. I can't think. am I coming back?  

why am I coming back?

     RH: Does he know...

     DB: He's very bright.

     RH: Does he know who you...

[we'll come back to you in about two minutes' time. stay tuned.]

Can you remember those days? We were friends. We were

[station break]

Okay. Okay. 

[casts around for an answer]

once upon a time, two satellites were glittering across half the world, while I was

sitting in a basement, under total direction of their...

...your...

I can't link those two parts. I can't link those two parts. I can't link those two parts. I can't link those two parts. 

But there are already, seeping through it, physical manifestations -- from the glitter --

a happy ending // new songs // eyes / eyes / eyes / night / eyes / night / eyes and

therefore you’re not like a girl or a boy you’re a song just like his. a memory just like his.

static over a satellite connection in Rome like a fallen city like a king like a 

[station break]

you know the last thing that she was in you know you know you know you you you you you you you

[station break]

Are you there, reader?

at a distance of x-thousand years?

It's odd, isn't it? the lack of time. It's the lack of time.

my Book still lives with you?

it was a small... but something important to you. me. I hope

     DB: No. I...

     RH: ... pray?

     DB: Yes, of course.

so much for feeling at ease.

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so i watched trainspotting over the weekend