#Christopher Bursk

[givemearmstopraywith]

Unlike you, God, I can indulge  in the harmless love of a boy and permit my Adam  to be vain and defiant. I can allow a son his few errors,  a boy’s lovely carelessness. 

Christopher Bursk, “After the Operation”

#christopher bursk #poetry #quotes #p

[asraeas]

So This Is Who You Are?, Christopher Bursk

#poetry #txt #christopher bursk

[catullus101]

Christopher Bursk, Ovid at Fifteen, 2003

#christopher bursk #ovid #ganymede #hyacinth

[unsalve]

in my insanity, i sharpened my teeth for you. 

pablo picasso / timothy joshua  / george seferis /  source unknown  / alicia ostriker / christopher bursk / natalie diaz / yayoi kusama: chandelier of grief (2016) / let’s scare jessica to death (1971) / mirror - stray kids / haruki murakami / fallen angels (1995) /  euripides’ hecuba c. 424 bc. / little women (2022)

(  kofi . )

#web weaving #web weave #poetry #quotes #words #literature #parallels #pablo picasso #haruki murakami #wong kar wai #stray kids #tvn little women #george seferis #alicia ostriker #natalie diaz #timothy joshua #christopher bursk #euripides #yayoi kusama #i have always wanted to do one of these so here we are #* mine #* writing #body image /

[thedearidiot]

My brother and I had souls to swirl vast darkness. To that debt, we gave our dad everything, his hands locked around our faces until he left. He’s come back to two men who can only move to knife the other who can only reach to cleave. He creeps around us pining like he hadn’t died when he first left. Father, why are you dying? We killed you. You should be dead.

- Dustin Pearson, Souls Side by Side.

#about to turn into a spn blog lol #dustin pearson #poetry #father. don't you see i'm burning #am i my brother's keeper? #la tour d’amour #supernatural #christopher bursk

[vashhanamichi]

(...) So what if you loved me more intimately than anyone ever would? A cancer cell could say that of any body it refused to let go. Once the heart was infected, how could it be corrected? So what was I waiting for? The truth is, the doctor smiled, the microbe adores the flesh it's dating.

#Christopher Bursk #poetry

[barenerveendings]

Christopher Bursk

#literature #christopher bursk

[redlinepoet]

Am I not to drink the cup that the father has given me?

by Christopher Bursk

No one else was willing to be Judas, so I agreed in return for a few good lines and the chance to bestow a kiss of betrayal on Clarkie Truesdale

towards whom, on opening night, I moved with the authority of rain brushing aside Apostle Paul and knocking over Apostle Peter.

On my tiptoes I surprised the unsuspecting lips of eighth grade’s tallest boy who—clearly tempted to wipe away my spittle—

stayed in character. At rehearsal after rehearsal I’d merely grazed his hairline as my Sunday school teacher had coached.

So why in front of parents and schoolmates did I elect to turn pariah and plant my mouth so explicitly on his? I can still taste those lips

my lips pumped for information: chapped but softer than expected. It hadn’t seemed right to kiss the Son of God

on the brow, as a grandfather might, or on the cheek, the way an aunt might. From His mouth had come the Great Commandment

and though ours was a Unitarian church attended by Ralph Waldo Emerson’s befuddled descendants, all Lent we’d led up to this man’s sacrifice

of his human body for our divine souls. The least I could do was offer Him a little tongue.

#poetry #christopher bursk #religious imagery

[nsantand]

Christopher Bursk – "Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down"

(...) Como podemos nos preparar para o futuro / quando estamos tão ocupados bagunçando / o presente? Talvez esta seja a vingança mais verdadeira do tempo: / conscientizar-nos de sua passagem, a cada minuto / de cada dia. (...)

“Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down“1 Se vou me transformar em cinzas em uma década ou algo assim,por que ficar acordado até depois da meia-noite encarando a TVcomo se ela pudesse mudar de opiniãoe eleger, por uma vez, um candidato independente para o cargoou acabar com a guerra e, ao mesmo tempo, remover a acne do meu neto?Talvez eu devesse apenas desfrutar do uivo do cachorro na casa ao lado.A…

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#Christopher Bursk #Nelson Santander

[givemearmstopraywith]

Jesus, press against the inside of my brain like radiance, like a solution of opaque glimmers. Let me know the easy lapping of light that does not hurt. For years I have wanted to be brilliant, I have wanted, I have wanted, and tasted the little, shocking yeast of ambition spurting up into my throat.

Christopher Bursk, "Disappointment"

#christopher bursk #poetry #quotes #p

[asraeas]

How far did you get?, Christopher Bursk

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[roadmotel]

christopher bursk, “ovid at fifteen” (2003) // david álvarez, “metamorpho” (2021), “agony” (2021)

#samcore. #art #*

[archangelsammy]

christopher bursk, ovid at fifteen

#enjoy besties <3 #supernatural #spnedit #sam winchester #spn lucifer #sam and lucifer #supernatural edit #my edit #supernatural season 5 #lucifer!sam #sam winchester edit #spn lucifer edit #lucifer spn #samifer

[normalbrothers]

I had come in to find Carlos, and here I was making Father guilty. I took a legitimate pleasure in it, which could be seen on my face, as calm as a judge in love with justice (why always this image of a judge?). A kind of light seemed to go out of Father's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He came over to me, and his big strong hand - "Carlos, come!" shouted my instinct - swam like fiery fish in my blond hair. It lingered there, his fingers sketching a slow caress. I felt filled by hot madness, my eyes brimmed with tears, I couldn't breathe in the study's air ... what was happening to me? Father bent down to me, his lips ready to plant a kiss on my forehead, a distant father coming from some past lost since the first days of existence.

the carnivorous lamb, agustín gómez-arcos (tr. william rodarmor)

What do we expect of our fathers? That they make a final, legendary journey back, travel whatever distance they must to reach us, appear as ghosts in our new houses, sit by our beds, and speak in such a way that we at last can speak, too? Do we really hope that they might leave us at last with a kiss, and that kiss be so right it explains everything that confused us as children, each puzzling grief, each unfathomable longing?

a father's kiss, christopher bursk

#something about the idea of justice/judge and expectations and guilt and demanding an explanation and the son becoming the master and father #turns into dog #the carnivorous lamb #christopher burks #words #literature #poetry

[blocky-tides]

tommyinnit; and so the hero has fallen prey to the vultures that circle around (he can never escape)

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#dream smp #tommyinnit #web weaving #tides.ww

[just-wublrful]

where to draw the line between the monstrous and the divine?

Code, Scherezade Siobhan | An Oresteia: Agamemnon, trans. Anne Carson,  Aiskhylos | Love and Prayer, Simone Weill | Journal 1970-1986, Andrei Tarkovsky | Martyre de Saint Denis (1874-1888), detail, Léon Bonnat | The War of The Foxes, Richard Siken | Nathaniel Orion G.K. | Ovid at Fifteen, Christopher Bursk | On This Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong | Blue Rotunda, Louise Glück | The Waves, Virginia Woolf | Medusa (c. 1618), Peter Paul Rubens | Denouement, trans. Ellen Dori Watson, Adélia Prado

[ID: A collection of quotes and images from various sources.

1. Some people touch you and it is a form of taking. / Others touch you & it is a way of shaping.

2. And the grace of gods (I’m pretty sure) / is a grace that comes by violence.

3. Attention, taken to it’s highest degree, is the same thing as prayer. It presupposes faith and love. // Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.

4. Why are they all trying to make me into a saint? / Oh God! Oh God! / I want to do things. Stop turning me into a saint.

5. Hera countered: You were born thirsting a mouthful of ichor from any God who would oblige. Suffering follows quench.

6. A close-up detail from The Martyrdom of St. Denis by Leon Bonnat. Saint Denis wears black robes around his waist as he kneels on the steps, reaching for his head. In the place of his head glows a light over the stump of his neck. To the left, a person can be seen recoiling in shock, as another person’s legs lie on the bloodied steps.

7. decompose eventually. We collide with place, which / is another name for God, and limp away with a / permanent injury. Ask for a blessing? You can try, / but we will not remain unscathed.

8. You don’t get to die / and be reborn the same. / You come back, but you come back wrong. / This is the price you pay / for resurrection.

9. One moment you’re ordinary / a son, a brother, / and the next / a god is finding you / so remarkable / there’s no escape / except to turn into a tree.

10. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, the adapted by Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.

11. I am tired of having hands / she said / I want wings-- // But what will you do without your hands / to be human? // I am tired of human / she said / I want to live on the sun--

12. and I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’

13. A painting of Medusa by Peter Paul Rubens. He decapitated head lays on a rock, face frozen in shock and horror as blood pours from the wound. A variety of snakes writhe around her head amongst her hair.

14. I am beginning to despair / and can see only two choices: / either go mad or turn holy.

End ID.]

#retribution #prophethood #webweaving #ooh boy #EDIT: forgot to include the id for one of the quotes so so sorry #woe be upon ye #wubweaving