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#Corona of Poetry
mournfulroses · 4 months
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Paul Celan, from The Selected Poems of Paul Celan; "Corona,"
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garadinervi · 5 days
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Cartographie de l'exil. Lectures de l'oeuvre de Mahmoud Darwich, Edited by Kadhim Jihad Hassan (كاظم جهاد حسن), Institut des études palestiniennes with Actes Sud / Sindbad, Paris, 2021 [Institute for Palestine Studies, Beirut, Ramallah, and Washington, D.C.]
With contributions by Sinan Antoon, Miguel Casado, René Corona, Subhi Hadidi, Kadhim Jihad Hassan, Aurélia Hetzel, Hassan Khader, Farouk Mardam-Bey, Elias Sanbar, Evanghelia Stead, Edward W. Said (essay, 1994, published here in French posthumously)
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lost-on-the-highway · 9 months
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Some poetry
I don't usually post my poetry because it's not that good but here's a poem that I wrote on my old typewriter that I think you guys might appreciate (especially because so many WTNV people follow me and I feel like the vibes are similar).
[transcript under the cut because I know I made a bunch of typos]
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A list of things. A quiet night. A night that is not supposed to be quiet. A night that was once alive, reverberating, but has since fallen silent. A memory, long-forgotten. Family photographs, long-forgotten. Family photographs gathering dust. A sneeze in a darkened auditorium. Skipping records on a broken player. The squealing creak of a doorknob that has not been opened in many years. Dusk. Dawn. Neither night nor day. Bright, black light. Luminous, brilliant darkness. The squeak of a floorboard underfoot, disturbing a silence you did not know was there. Rooftops with rusted pipes leading to no-where. Dust settling on windowsills. Sleeping all day and living all night. The succinctly specific kind of loneliness that comes from feeling alone in a crowd of people. Highways to no-where. Dead-end streets. Being slowly forgotten by the world around you. Running from shadows in your sleep. The light at the end of the tunnel. The endless dark walls of the tunnel, and the dawning realisation that you will never reach the light. Ancient, long-dead gods being stirred once more. Nothing of importance. Water, leaking from a tap. Water in the walls, in the crevasses of your home. Fire being extinguished by snow. Dead batteries. No cell reception. The smell of dust inside an old typewriter. The people outside with signs saying that the end is near. The slow realisation that those people might be right. A coma so deep that it is mistaken for death. Concrete. Smog. The squelch of sleet under car tires. Orange sodium street lights. Smoke signals from a campfire, spelling SOS to anyone who would listen. The fear that no-one will ever listen. Oxidised metal. Knowing that if something happens to you here, it would be weeks before they found you. Smelling a fire before you can see it. Fog so thick you can barely see your hand in front of your face. The fact that the universe will not end with a bang, but with a whimper. Empty parking lots. Slow decay. And the final orange square of light going out, in the window of a distant high-rise, at the end of a long, long day.
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stuzzicarelli · 2 years
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Here I stand again, angry at myself, for finally allowing myself to feel something.
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therealmackenson10 · 9 months
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Check out my latest track.
Seems like everyone’s forgetting Corona, yet we’re still drinking Coronas. #AA #AlcoholicsAnonymous
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lagard3nia · 7 months
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L’autunno mi bruca dalla mano la sua foglia: siamo amici.
Noi sgusciamo il tempo dalle noci e gli apprendiamo a camminare:
lui ritorna nel guscio.
Nello specchio è domenica,
nel sogno si dorme,
la bocca fa profezia.
Il mio occhio scende al sesso dell’amata:
noi ci guardiamo,
noi ci diciamo cose oscure,
noi ci amiamo come papavero e memoria,
noi dormiamo come vino nelle conchiglie,
come il mare nel raggio sanguigno della luna.
Noi stiamo allacciati alla finestra, dalla strada ci guardano:
è tempo che si sappia!
È tempo che la pietra accetti di fiorire,
che l’affanno abbia un cuore che batte.
È tempo che sia tempo.
È tempo.
Paul Celan, Corona
da Poesie 1948
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onlytopost · 9 months
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La passiflora:
sopra i suoi fiori è posta
una corona.
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smb528 · 1 year
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Alchemy.
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thatrickpar · 1 year
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Coronavirus Reflections
Life returning to normal After a couple years of hell Couldn’t hang with the locals All the market started to sell
Isolated from the world People wearing masks In fetal position I was curled Would zoom if someone asked
Learned how to bake a cake Distracted myself from life Fantasies of an isolated lake And a cabin with a wife
Drinking uncontrollably There’s no good reason to not Worrying about my family Will grandma need a plot?
But finally it’s all over At least it seems to be for now I’ll keep taking boosters While reflecting back and wonder how
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spikybanana · 2 years
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may that one day we will live
somewhere we won't be afraid
somewhere we won't be surprised
by every little kindness
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may that one day we will learn
to let hate slide off our backs
to let kindness linger longer
before the warmth fades away
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you didn't have to hurt me
now I'll be cold forever
how long till I trust again
how long till I love again
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long after sunset, I light the fire in hope that
by morning, the glowing embers might reach my soul
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wordsarefakeokay · 2 years
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No one ever said it would be this hard
No one ever said going to school would become logging in on zoom at home
No one said middle school or high school or even elementary school would need an internet connection and a computer to have at home
No one said we would have to do this "school" thing at home
No one prepared the students for never being able to escape their families
No one forewarned the kids who now spend all day with their families
And families come in all shapes and sizes
Big, small, short, tall
Quiet, lonely, loud, loving
Home becomes school and now attendance is measured by the use of cameras no matter what shows in the backgrounds
Home becomes school and now kids who relied on food served at schools have hungrier days at home with a broken internet connection
No one ever said it would be like this
Schools was not supposed to be at home
School is supposed to be where students go
School is supposed to be a safe haven for knowledge and growth
School is for socializing with other people your age and learning about yourself
For those who can't do that at home as naturally as others, when home became school, the days just got harder
No one ever said it would be this hard
No one said life after college would be spent at home and on zoom calls
No one said college would be spend the same
No one ever said college graduates would need to do their interviews solely over zoom
Or to never meet their first work team in person
The first week is viewed from the window of a monitor
The first month goes by and life passes through that same window monitor
The year goes by, then more, and everything is the same
No one ever said work from home was the going to be the only option for money
No one ever said college students would have the "oyster of their world" be experienced all from the same four walls they can barely afford
No one prepared college students for how to keep jobs if their degree does not allow for work from home
And you know the memo that didn't go to the college students sure as hell didn't go to the non college generation
No one ever mentioned how life was going to be spent using the same desk space, the same living space for everything
No one ever told us how the same desk we work at is the same desk we used to come home to
No one ever said it would be this hard
No one said those who wanted to get married may have to do so without their families present
How do they get the grandparents or elderly family to the wedding ceremony when no one is able to leave their homes
No one said that middle aged life was going to go this way
Ready for your next stage in life? Ready to marry and settle down? Ready to celebrate what you have accomplished thus far and be with loved ones?
No one told us that life would have to go on behind the screen of video calls and messaging apps
No one ever said it would be this hard
What about those that are retiring?
What about veterans who've returned and have served their time?
What about the loved ones who were fighting diseases we already knew about before the word "quarantine" was commonplace?
How many people did we say good bye to over a phone call with a doctor in the room to hold the phone?
How many bodies got buried that family never got to see?
How many last breaths were taken alone?
How many tearful memories were shared through a computer screen?
How many PPE items were utilized? Was it ever enough?
No one ever said
What about this? What about that?
How many? How few?
How do we get through this?
No one ever told us
This wasn't in the brochure of life
My soul was not briefed
Was yours?
How do we go on?
How do people find the strength to wake up and keep going?
No one ever said it would be this hard
But we keep growing harder and harder shells
Because we are the ones that keep waking up
We are the ones that keep going
I beg of you, friend, please
I implore you, dear one
Please, keep going
C'mon now, let's keep going
We're almost there
Here take my hand
And repeat with me:
Let's keep going
We're almost there
-merrito
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Overstimulation
05.09.23
Nowadays they say 'Go, touch grass'
And mean mental ground contact
But I got reminded today of times
When human contact was forbidden
Scary and everyone was discussing science
Back then the only help I found
For my racing mind and heart
Was actual ground contact of forrests
Trees, moss, birds, insects, water droplets
Scale changes and muscle aching
Slow but steady winding up mountains
I still find much peace in it but it feels
Different, less urgent and thus necessary
Is it less necessary? When I feel it present
It is like I was holding my breath and exhale
Suddenly one again with body, mind, earth
And it might sound boring, I guess it is
But that is the whole point in everlasting
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omanxl1 · 10 months
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IBIZA ANTHEMS DJ SET LIVE FROM IBIZA ROCKS (CALVIN HARRIS, AVICII, FISHER, MK, DAVID GUETTA)
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stuzzicarelli · 2 years
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A letter to my first love
No matter how many people I go through I still keep going back and comparing them to you because at the end of the day I feel like you’re the only one who’s ever understood me properly; the only person I’ve truly clicked with.
Some might think it’s pathetic because of how much time has passed since you and I were together, but in the back of my mind there’s still a part of me that holds on to the hope that someday we’ll meet again.
- By A.I.S.R
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acooksbooks · 1 year
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Another New Story Is In The World!
In which the author has more news about new stories in the world!
I haven’t been here on the old blog in a while. A lot’s happened since my last post. Mostly, I had some major anxiety that I needed time to work through, and I found myself on the other side of it last week. As I said on Twitter this past week, it was as though I was suddenly looking up at a clear blue sky with soft autumn breezes on my face. In the interim, I’ve sold a tiny story that is yet to…
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zestentertainment12 · 2 years
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Hindi Poetry Corona | corona shayari in hindi by Vikash Chaubey | Urban Vaani - Open Mic
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