is this how angels fall or how humans ascend?

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[ozumiiwizard-deactivated2021071]

Holy, holy, holy

[adrasteiax]

Margaret Atwood, from Eating Fire in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″

[writate]

he looks at you as if you were a goddess, born of blood and salt, sea and wind, each curve blessed by the stars, every flaw holy in its imperfection.

[boykeats]

I’d to see anything and everything you have on Angels, your work is beautifully written

THE ‘KEATON ST. JAMES IS ABSOLUTELY ENAMORED WITH ANGELS’ POETRY MASTERPOST

i’ve arranged the poems are in chronological order and included first lines, since there are so many pieces

texts between angels trying to live as mortals - “what is more blessed than watching / birds sing in the trees?”

trumpet concerto in e-flat major - “the saints come into heaven dizzy and scorchmark-darkened”

“one day the stars open up like flower buds”

fallen angel - “raphael comes to you in the middle of the night and says, there is not much time left, brother”

half-angel jazz - “out in the hall, the nephilim dance in their shiny church shoes”

“flowers bloom every place angels touch”

metamorphology - “in the dream i get new wings made with copper bones / and smoke feathers”

lake angels - “the angels arrive when the dawn lake-fog does”

guardian - “a six-winged angel leans against / the tennis court fence”

descend - “and the angels descend / like spears of light”

salvation - “angels ain’t just flesh & feather”

waiting - “i feel closest to the angels / when i’m in the middle / of a thunderstorm”

dictionary poem xlii - “in the beginning the lord said, let there be cosmos”

“yes you are like an angel”

fallen angel experiencing their first snow - “you first experience it while walking / back to your apartment with a paper bag / of mulled wine”

looking for god on channel 35 - “your body made of night, snow, humming”

angels and the theatre - “michael with his silver gunsmoke / bones fills up three box seats”

you meet an angel in a laundromat - “the angel sits on top / of one of the washers, kicking / their not-feet in time / to the laundromat muzak”

love that makes bones melt - “if the moon burns / like a saint”

triptych on guardian angels - “his silver-feathered hands rest / palms down on the table”

queer angels staring at the outside of heaven’s gates - “we make our own rules here. we with our / river mud wings”

angels who love humans - “as i walked down the canned & dried foods aisle, / i noticed an angel with hummingbird-feather / wings”

july in appalachia - “ma says there’s an angel in the creek out behind old mr. henry’s / shack”

[chasecharmer-deactivated2018101]

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[toomanyfeelings5]

@withswords

[dedicatedfollower467]

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[x-heesy]

TheArtOfTheMask Part2

[leojupiter]

the signs as angels

check moon and venus signs, sun if you like

aries

the angel with eight wings and no halo. you fly above sleepless cities at night and yearn for the glowing lights. you are the angel that wishes to live on earth and kiss all the mortal strangers with cherry lips, red like summer fruit.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

taurus

the angel who walks among people on earth. you have no wings but there is an otherworldly glow around you, deep and silent like half bitter coffee in the early morning. you sit in hidden libraries and dream of golden skies and flying fish.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

gemini

the angel with 20 blinking eyes. you are the angel that sends whispers of advice spinning down to earth in silver gusts of wind. you make the tides turn and the papaya flowers blossom in the early springtime.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

cancer

the guardian angel with a shining halo. the angel who washes the shells like love letters up on sandy beaches. you watch the follies of human beings from a pink cloud in the sky, and cry streams of starlight.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

leo

the angel with wings large as oceans. you float above sleeping people and laugh like sunlight. your fingers are the kiss of life as you brush the earth unthinkingly, lightly. you are the angel that sweeps the oceans with your wings, sending sea spray across the land.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

virgo

the angel who guards the gates to heaven. your golden skin glows like moonlight on water as you peer through the clouds at the earth below. you blink your eyes through golden eyelashes as you hold your golden notebook and write golden words in heaven’s ink.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

libra

the angel of loving. your dragonfly wings can barely support you but still you perch on windowsills and rooftops and gaze down at the passers-by at night. you kiss strangers and eat sugar cubes out of the moon’s palm.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

scorpio

the angel who came down from heaven and hides in a dark blue seaside town. the people whisper your name like a secret and dream of feathered wings. your lips taste like salt and red wine and you weep for the skies.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

sagittarius

the angel with flowers in her hair. you have the desert in your fingers and the forest in your feet. when you cry, you cry oceans. you are the angel who falls in love with everyone, and everyone falls back in love with you tenfold. summer’s rotten fruit juice flows through your veins.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

capricorn

the angel who sits by the window. your fingers stitch flowers onto the fields and clouds into the skies. heaven is your home, but earth but for all her sadness calls to you; tea in the morning, rain in the evening. your halo, gently gold, unspoiled.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

aquarius

the angel who smokes a cigarette outside a downtown bar. your feathered wings are nothing to the neon signs. you look like a painting as you dance under the flashing lights, brushing the hands of everyone as you spin circles.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

pisces

the angel who lost his wings a hundred moons ago and now leaves footprints in white sands. in your dreams you float amongst the stars and kiss the fingertips of heaven’s angels, but when you awaken you are left only to the warm waters of the pacific ocean.

[lettersfromlondonstreets]

Jenny Holzer at Tate Modern

[nevver]

The Sacred and The Profane

[mapsontheweb]

Guide to Figuring out the Age of an Undated World Map.

[pyrrhiccomedy]

No but take the time to actually read it because I lost like 15 minutes.

[dare-to-dm]

I have a friend who is really good at this type of thing.  He once found an old globe at a garage sale and he was able to pin the date of it’s making down to like a 6 month window, because it only would’ve been correct during a specific point in WWII.  

I was mad impressed, because I have no mind for geography.  I can barely remember my own state’s capitol.

[tinystark616-backup]

THIS IS GOLD 😂😂😂

[littlethingwithfeathers]

This is amazing. Take the time to actually read it.

[peredurthefool-deactivated20200]

Holy shit the super specific things towards the end

[mapsrgreat]

Oh wow!

[gnossienne]

Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene II

[perrfectly]

[pencap]

“the end does not always arrive with the crash of a thunderstorm. there are no screaming winds and no rain to drown your sorrow. no lightning rips the sky in half. no stars plummet out of the night. sometimes, when it all ends the battlefield is empty. the cannons are silent. the grenade never burst. the bullets are still sleeping in the gun. sometimes, you skip the blaze of a wildfire tearing down a hundred years of growth. you skip the supernova and the volcano. you just end with the ashes: nothing but leftover pieces, too small to hold in your hands, fluttering away in the wind. and all you have left is scattered dust on the ground, not enough even to bury– only enough to disappear like it was never there. sometimes, it just”

— ends ( j.p. ) 

[juansendizon]

[explore-blog]

The evolution of the Latin alphabet, courtesy of data artist Matt Baker. For a deeper dive, see the out-of-print treasure Shapes for Sounds, a comprehensive visual history of the alphabet. 

via Swiss Miss

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[gaydva-deactivated20180104]

ive been reading a book that basically explains how so-called “brain differences” between the genders is the result of gendered socialization and not the cause of it. i honestly expected the book to be very cis-centric but its actually the opposite, the author stresses that testimony from trans ppl is actually indispensable because we’ve, in a sense, “lived both experiences”

more cis feminists should have this mindset

[gaydva-deactivated20180104]

one of the first examples that she uses to introduce her point about how perception by others can shape a person’s performance actually uses a trans woman. it explains that as a certain trans woman became to be seen as a woman more and more frequently, the ppl arond her eventually started viewing her as being ill equipped for tasks that they did not bother her about pre-transition. eventually she even found herself underperforming in these tasks herself.

[liminalwoman]

whats the name of the book

[gaydva-deactivated20180104]

Delusions of Gender by Cordelia Fine

[moon-boob-deactivated20191204]

Here’s a pdf, babes <3

[insufficient-earth-skills]

I knew it was this book before I’d finished reading the first two lines. Honestly this book is indispensible if you want to debunk any gender determinism people claim is science. I can’t recommend it enough.

[dodgylogic]

She’s written a new one! It won the Royal Society prize for science book of the year, and it’s called Testosterone Rex, and it is excellent.

(Bonus: it’s making old white men really really mad.)

(Bonus bonus: I am myself a neuroscientist, and the old white men mentioned above – who are not – could not have missed the point harder if they’d actively tried. Which. Maybe?)