Xiaoni Wang & Wang Zhenzhen by Ruo Bing Li for Marie Claire China - April 2019
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Xiaoni Wang & Wang Zhenzhen by Ruo Bing Li for Marie Claire China - April 2019
I want the air I breathe to maintain my bodyâs mystery. I worry Iâll run into you at a party then I remember I donât go to parties so Iâm safe. Â I have no godly discipline. When someone yells I still huddle under a want for ice cream. How can you love people without them feeling accused
Emily Kendal Frey, âIn Memory Of My Parents Who Are Not Dead Yet,â published in Powder Keg (via bostonpoetryslam)
Writing is terrible. Because it is terrible, it is appropriate to complain about it. It is enjoyable to complain about it. Complaining about writing is writing adjacent and therefore entirely professional. It eats up time in which you might otherwise be expected to do more writing.
Kelly Linkâs speech at the One Story Debutante Ball, as published by Lit Hub (via bostonpoetryslam)
too much sense you tip into chaos / too little you create more
Selina Mahmood, âHermeneutics of Suspicion,â published in The Shallow Ends (via bostonpoetryslam)
list of tender
strawberry blond by mitski
âi love you most ardentlyâ / âyou have possessed me body and soul and i love, i love, i love youâ -pride and prejudice 2005
wild geese by mary oliver
two headed calf by laura gilpin
âwhen you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possibleâ- when harry met sally 1989
âi can take care of myself just fineâ ânoâ âwhat do you mean no?â ânoâ- dead poets society 1989
i love you / O you entirely possses me- walt whitman âfrom pent up aching riversâ
state of grace (acoustic)- taylor swift
âiâll take care of youâ âitâs rotten workâ ânot to me, not if itâs youâ- Euripides
âIâm with you til the end of the lineâ- captain america: tws 2014
iâd have you anytime by george harrison
together wendy we can live with the sadness / ill love you with all the madness in my soul- bruce springsteen âborn to runâ
Playlists for feelings you canât explain:
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Ellipsism: A sadness that youâll never be able to know how history will turn out.
I think adding stars makes everything better
the moon is a cataract that canât see rats chewing bone-filled trash, the satellites passing above us making maps of everything we touch. a machine recognizes a human face, I forget everyoneâs names, & somewhere a man is making a list of threats heâs calling law.
Sophia Holtz, âSeek,â published in The Shallow Ends (via bostonpoetryslam)
Every time the storyteller says the word âlover,â replace it with 'self.â The word 'self,â replace with 'lover.â Dizzying, isnât it? When vertigo sets in, plant saplings. Replace 'loverâ with 'cedarâ or 'dogwood.â Replace 'selfâ with 'poplarâ or 'sugar maple.â Keep swapping out words until no one is left but the forest.
GennaRose Nethercott, from The Lumberjackâs Dove (via bostonpoetryslam)
Yuzuru Hanyu & Shoma Uno | shared podiums 2009Â â 2018
Bonus
what question does the self ask at the bodyâs behest that time wonât wring from the body itself?
Justin Phillip Reed, âPerforming a Warped Masculinity en Route to the Metro,â from Indecency (via bostonpoetryslam)
two characters: have a sun/moon dichotomy going on
me: (wheezing, grappling for breath) i am but a humble peddler, besotted by thy starlike metaphor,
Jeremy Abbott casually back-flipping at Stars on Ice 2019.
something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldnât go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.
Recently this blog reached 500 posts and it will turn two years old in July so I decided to do something nice to celebrate it.
Rules
You must be my follower.
Reblog this post with your favorite edit from my blog (attach a picture).
Open worldwide.
Dates
25 April 2019 - 9 May 2019 (GMT+3)
Prizes
I will pick randomly 3 winners from all the participants, who each will receive two prints: the one they reblogged and one of my choice.
(You need to be comfortable to provide a shipping address if you win and to have your DMs open so I can contact you).
this one. this one has been my favourite for such a long time
flower crown shoma in the kiss & cry after his short program đș