#Catalogue poetry

[nocturnal-poets]

Spit Stones pt. 1

I’m waiting on him to eat me whole  So I can hide in the place burrowed deep inside his chest 

I’m saving myself so he will heat me cold  Spit stones Sound in the place where light will not grow 

Whole fruit There is no light, without you

There is no light.

I come out Alone.

Sound in the space Light will not go

#Sonnet 2 the Sun #Spit Stones #Catalogue poetry

[apoemaday]

Catalogue of Ephemera

by Rebecca Lindenberg

You give me flowers resembling Chinese lanterns. You give me hale, for yellow. You give me vex.

You give me lemons softened in brine and you give me cuttlefish ink. You give me all 463 stairs of Brunelleschi’s dome.

You give me seduction and you let me give it back to you. You give me you. You give me an apartment full of morning smells—toasted bagel and black coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill. You give me 24-across.

You give me flowers resembling moths’ wings.

You give me the first bird of morning alighting on a wire. You give me the sidewalk café with plastic furniture and the boys with their feet on the chairs. You give me the swoop of homemade kites in the park on Sunday. You give me afternoon-colored beer with lemons in it.

You give me D.H. Lawrence, and he gives me pomegranates and sorb-apples.

You give me the loose tooth of California, the broken jaw of New York City. You give me the blue sky of Wyoming, and the blue wind through it.

You give me an ancient city where the language is a secret everyone is keeping.

You give me a t-shirt that says all you gave me was this t-shirt. You give me pictures with yourself cut out.

You give me lime blossoms, but not for what they symbolize.

You give me yes. You give me no.

You give me midnight apples in a car with the windows down. You give me the flashbulbs of an electrical storm. You give me thunder and the suddenly green underbellies of clouds.

You give me the careening of trains. You give me the scent of bruised mint.

You give me the smell of black hair, of blond hair.

You give me Apollo and Daphne, Pan and Syrinx. You give me Echo.

You give me hyacinths and narcissus. You give me foxgloves and soft fists of peony.

You give me the filthy carpet of an East Village apartment. You give me seeming not to notice.

You give me an unfinished argument, begun on the Manhattan-bound F train. You give me paintings of women with their eyes closed. You give me grief, and how to grieve.

#poetry #rebecca lindenberg #catalogue of ephemera #a personal favorite

[garadinervi]

Renato Barilli, Parlare e scrivere, La Nuova Foglio, Macerata, 1977 [Studio Bibliografico Marini, Bari-Roma]

Works by Vincenzo Accame, Vincenzo Agnetti, Arcelli & Comini, Ugo Carrega, Fernando De Filippi, Bruno Di Bello, Vincenzo Ferrari, Ketty La Rocca, Plinio Mesciulam, Anna Oberto, Martino Oberto, Luca Patella, Roberto Sanesi

#graphic design #art #visual poetry #visual writing #catalogue #catalog #book #cover #book cover #renato barilli #la nuova foglio editrice #1970s

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Despairduo

I watched one scene of 'Presto' and decided to make an entire poem about it. TW: source events referenced, implied attempted suicide

He's wheezing.

Small wonder as to why, with what he put himself through.

It's amazing I got him into the car.

i've forgotten what cars feel like

riding in the back was nice

-

He was screaming until I got him out the door,

Clinging to the doorframe like it was a lifeline,

begging me to just end him then and there.

like a wounded animal, we prayed for death

but nobody ever gave us that mercy, huh?

-

Now in the car, he hasn't said a word.

I wonder if he's still alive

Or if the breathing is just the alternate trying to fool me into thinking he's still here.

I think I should have killed him

But I haven't got the heart

And it wouldn't work anyway.

He's already tried that himself.

-

i know you're afraid of me

no matter what you may say

you look back at me in the rear-view mirror

every time you stop

like a concerned dad looking at his sick kid.

stop that.

-

He's not a human being.

i'm not a little child

But I can't bring myself to see him as one of those creatures.

you shot my kind on sight before

I drove past my house.

where are you taking me?

Where am I taking him?

-

The police station.

of course.

Nobody else is here.

i'm wanted, after all

Maybe I can talk to him.

We'll be alone.

Will he talk to me?

-

The breathing has stopped.

He's looking at me.

Or at least I think he is. His eyes are pitch black.

It's like being watched by a child

I've just removed from a bad household.

He's watching every move I make. Curious. Distrusting.

I don't want to move too quickly.

-

you take me out of the car

with care i don't deserve

you lead me inside

like i'm a frightened child

in a way i am

but i  hate being treated like this

it hurts something i can't reach

something akin to the bleach and the cinder block

you want something from me

why are you being so nice?

why are you being so nice?

#TMC #the mandela catalogue #Adam Murray #Thatcher Davis #El Writes #tw sui attempt #poem #poetry

[derangedrhythms]

You give me flowers resembling moths' wings.

Rebecca Lindenberg, Love, An Index; from 'Catalogue of Ephemera'

#rebecca lindenberg #love an index #catalogue of ephemera #poetry #excerpts #moth

[queerofthedagger]

my 'hey yes we have an all-consuming brainrot going but let's try and do something actually productive this week that I'm having off of work' project is sorting through my bookshelves, rigorously throwing things out (little miss I own over a thousand books in my one-room apartment is reaching the breaking point aka I'm finally and utterly running out of space) and i think i threw out almost a hundred books today and it's still not anywhere close for sorting shelves by genre without having to stack and put things second row. how am I supposed to live like this

#*mine #mona rambles #I've already put a book buying ban on myself until i catch up with my tbr of owned books #unfortunately for me then tolkien took over my brain so while i /am/ only more or less buying my 2 allowed books per month #they're all his stuff and I'm not making a dent in said tbr at all while also having very little hope that this is going to change anytime #soon #i do have a rough sorting now by like.... #fantasy / other fiction / queer + feminist + antiracist theory / other non-fiction / poetry / classics / philosophy / language + travel /et #but it's really more of a suggestion and really testing the limits of like.... shelf space lmao #i'll have to catalogue all of it too once i'm done to see what my actual tbr is at and like. man. terrifying #but also i just think someone should pay me money in exchange for 5-50k words per month so that i can move and have a library. it's time

[kateubanks]

middle of november, and we will hang last year's emaciated tinsel along the ceilings.

we will collect our aluminum for the man who rides a lawnmower down 63. we will fight wiggling dogs into sweaters each stiff morning and wipe the foreign first ice from their paws.

we will kiss with no direction and gnaw the tinsel to its wire.

#no title bc its not getting catalogued #kateubanks #writing #writers and poets #poetry #writeblr #literature #poets on tumblr #original poem #poem #prose poetry #prose poem #prose #words words words #spilled ink #fall #november #writerscorner #writers on tumblr #writerscreed #creative writing #writerscommunity #writing community #seasonal depression stay the fuck away from me

[non-normal-nate]

Beware the moon so round and bright. beware the trees for they’re not right. Beware the iris (laughing now). Beware the machines, crying out. Beware the inhabitants of the pit. Beware those things, the ”alternates”. And those who read this.

Run run run, for he now knows you, and what you’ve done..

#mandela county #the mandela catalogue #mystery flesh pit #monument mythos #the monument mythos #The mystery flesh pit #gemini home entertainment #local 58 #the walten files #poetry #ramblings #holy SHIT thats a lot of likes

[agentark]

Jenny Han, To All The Boys I've Loved Before // Brenna Twohy // unknown // Florence + the Machine, "Long & Lost" // J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers // Aelsa Trevelyan, The Fernweh Saga, Book 1 // Euripides, Herakles // unknown // k.tolnoe // Taylor Swift, "Death By A Thousand Cuts" // Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

will you remember me when I'm gone? if we never meet again? if we can't? I'll remember you. I hope I'll see you again.

#on forgetting and remembering and the people we love #on growing up and growing out #of people of places #something something what is grief if not love #when you want to beg and plead w/ someone to come back or to stay but you know you can't so you just ask them to remember you #god I would've been so good at this shit when I was 17 and had folders and folders of quotes saved #trying to figure out what to tag this as for my own cataloguing purposes but also fearing it showing up in search tags #the duality of man #today's to do list included making myself sad about the people and places I've had to leave behind #web weaving #poetry #writing #quotes #lyrics #words #idk if i like this but i had to get the feelings out of my brain #so whatever #I should put this effort into actually journaling offline #I have a migraine i'm just going to post this and stop thinking abt it

[koifishlite]

ill wait by your feet every day

so that you never have to wait for me

i wrote adam and thatcher a poem so i figured it was jonahs turn….. teehee (this poem is also going into a writing contest because i procrastinated too long… and i am supposed to be done sooo soooonnn…)

#jonah marshall #the mandela catalogue #poems and poetry #adam murray #thatcher davis #mandela catalogue

[garadinervi]

Tim Gaze, Untitled, in The Last VISPO. Anthology: Visual poetry 1998-2008, Edited by Crag Hill and Nico Vassilakis, Fantagraphics Books, Seattle, WA, 2012, p. 171 (Monoskop pdf here)

#graphic design #art #visual poetry #visual writing #catalogue #catalog #tim gaze #crag hill #nico vassilakis #fantagraphics books #monoskop #2010s

[kick3dpuppy2]

"Be not afraid,"

“Be not afraid,” there is an angel at my bedside he draws the curtains shut and i cannot see his face

“Mary,” there is a man upon my bed he draws nearer still and i cannot seem to move

“for you have found favor with God.” there is a god upon me he draws breath beside my ear And who am I to question god?

#poetry #tw religion #christianity tw #tw christians #my friend said this reminded her of the mandela catalogue #and then we watched the mandela catalogue together #it wasn't originally about the mandela catalogue but yk #mandela catalogue #10/10 #great horror youtube thing #poem #poet #original poetry #short poem #original poem #religious trauma

[dougielombax]

Parallels.

Or

Seeing Patterns in Things that Aren’t There

Part 18

The Eyes Have it

Not much to say here really.

It’s like poetry.

In a cosmic sort of way…

1. Metropolis (1927).

2. Blade Runner (1982)

3. The Mandela Catalogue Vol. 333 (2022)

4. The Nixonverse: A Monument Mythos Story (2022)

Make of all this what you will.

I think this is the first one where I used gifs.

#personal stuff #dougie rambles #parallels #shitpost #or is it? #highbrow shitposting #cinema #film #metropolis #blade runner #analog horror #the mandela catalogue #alex kister #mister manticore #the monument mythos #the nixonverse #eyes #poetry #she had blue eyes #fritz lang

[beemintty]

the world calls for labels but I do not want to box myself into something I don't understand yet.

#ive been kinda annoyed recently that because i date a girl i am a lesbian #and i dont mind the odd joke or two or being called a lesbian because they are pretty sick ngl #but theres no asking.... no who are you? no questions #just a box they placed me in #i didn't chose that box #actually i choose not to have a box #because i dont care or want or need a box or a label #i just love the girl im with and thats the end of the story #i dont have some elaborate explanation for my sexuality #i just am #and i wish people would just stop sorting me into a catalogue that i didn't ask to be a part of #thoughts #on life #my thoughts #poetry #on love #lgbtqia+ #sexuality #lables #boxes #probably controversial #idk #i just feel so trapped by society and its social norms even outside the norm

[lifeinpoetry]

Another descendant may pretend not to notice euphemisms in each conversation, the oh-so-sweet invitation for my healing body to partake of life after what-should-have-killed-you-but- under-these-circumstances-keeps-you-wondering-anyway- how-honorable-is-it-really-to-swim-upstream-with-your-mouth-open. Kinder calls could not be made to help me be less lonely. I remind everyone how daily it is to be broken. Must the world suffer more creation stories? Night gave birth to the lizard at rest, so don’t be so pleased with yourself, they tell me. A wasp’s nest is growing where my hurt should be. ‘A‘ole i pau.

— Noʻu Revilla, from "Catalogue of gossip, warnings & other talk of mo‘o, aka an ‘ōiwi abecedarian," Ask the Brindled

#quote #Noʻu Revilla #poetry #Ask the Brindled #Catalogue of gossip warnings & other talk of mo‘o aka an ‘ōiwi abecedarian

[herz-korper-seele]

MASTERPOST — 🧶

• herz, korper, seele (re-writing)

opening

prologue

chapter one

• various poetry

untitled

the last day you were mine

• singular writing

war letter

MY SOCIALS — 🧶

instagram is where i post my art.

i make youtube content.

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing ​catalogue #catalogue #masterpost #literature #poetry #herzkorperseele #youtube #instagram #music blog #art blog