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@wikipoetry
Naturum Ottenby, Ćland
theyāre from an article on bruises
The museum sign for this inscription simply said 'funerary monument to Pieris'. What it didn't say is that she was karissima. Rarissima. Incomparabilis. It forgot to mention that someone loved her very much and wanted everyone to know it.
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oh okay. heart steps right out of my chest and falls down the stairs
so. i had a dream where i was whizzing about the solar system and after a fair bit of whizzing across massive distances, i hit a wall. a crystal-glass-diamond wall, and i think it was the edge of the cosmos, the solar system, and beyond it, i could see the infinite universe with its million billion stars. so, i began to crawl along it looking for a glitch, a gap, which i could slip through, and after a fair bit of searching, i found no gap, but i did find a little man with a monitor for a head sitting at a strange angle with a little hammer, hammering away at the shell. and you could tell heād been hammering and hammering away for a while now, he was all emaciated, and despite the sheer amount of time he seemed to have spent at his quarry, there were only tiny cracks beginning to show at the point the hammer had repeatedly hit. but they were spreading, slowly, but surely; clearly the man was eventually going to break apart the firmament and render the universe infinite, and i watched him for a while, and it took him a fair bit to notice my presence, but when he did, he turned his blank CRT monitor head to me and said in the most deadpan voice:Ā āthe universe blinksā. and thatās all i remember.
George Lakoff & Mark Johnson, Metaphors We Live By (1980)
some JSTOR keywords of Anne Carson articles
[ID: A screenshot of text - 17 lines of lists of words that read:
"evil, rhyme, epithets, / seas, sailing, gravel, sublimity, / treatises, oratory, nouns, soul music, / ointments, art exhibitions, debt, odors, pleasure, death, vowels / oxymorons, sophistry, letterpress printing, philology, seasons / aporia, alphabets, autobiographies, babysitters, cigarettes, / classrooms, kitchen sinks, weapons, kindergarten education / catapults, buses, women, death by hanging, nooses, / throat, blood, Greek drama, heresy, mystics, nothingness, / sin, dreaming, mesas, compost, anger, / cathedrals, pilgrimages, penance, bending, / engraving, men, tyranny, masonry, gold, horses, flood control, / radar, revenge, riddles, flames, smoke, blame, / odes, Marx, memory, prayer, / ritual exchange, glaciers, geometric shapes, / kings, alchemy, pity, ambivalence, friendship, honey." /end ID.]
against consumption
The litany against predation.
*multiplies you by 1*
Ach im the exact same but a process has occurred
Pattern diagrams of the vortex on the wings of Idea leuconoe for downward flapping motion of the wings
reading a textbook for class and iām going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class whatās going on.
HELLO????? HELLO?????
the more I learn about the great molasses flood of 1919, the more I realize poetry can only go so far and some catastrophic sugar substitute events will just outdo you every time.