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inkymole · 3 months
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Inkvent Days 15 & 16✨
Inks: Walnut, Merry And Bright.
I got so into this one I left off the last line of these words by @andreagibson, which is “No-one books my travel for me”. Oh well! One-take is the deal and the pieces go out as they are - but “I decide where I want to go” is still a blinder of a line to end on.
Last year I did one piece that combined two consecutive inks that happened to go beautifully together. The same thing’s happened here. This was useful because my family won a surprise all-expenses-paid weekend away, so off I went! (Which is also why my Inkvent postings are playing catch-up).
Many might think the words ‘brown’ and ‘delicious’ can’t go together but they can, and Walnut mixed and overlaid with the Merry And Bright green in myriad sparkling, surprise ways.
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Where are my soul sisters at? 🌈👯‍♀️🧛‍♀️🖤🔮🍁💜 Follow me & I’ll follow back!
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bisexualpoetrylady · 2 years
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But heaven wasn't what you were aiming for You didn't think the other side would be better You thought the other side would be nothing at all Imagine choosing nothing at all Imagine something hurting that bad
Andrea Gibson- The day you died because you wanted to
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 As someone who has been so suicidal recently, this made me cry. Because I don't know if I'll ever be happy, and I doubt it, but I love my friends and family to pieces and I'm not so blind that I don't know how utterly I will break them if I leave. I may not deserve happiness but they do.
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tudorreads · 10 months
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My bones said, “Write the poems”.
-The Madness Vase; Andrea Gibson
#poems#poetry#andreagibson#aboutpoetry
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supergirlreject · 1 year
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🌸🌸🌸.
#nikkigiovanni #rmdrake #langleav #yrsadaleyward #leahlakshmipiepznasamarasinha #rupikaur #mayaangelou #audrelorde #nayyirahwaheed #jamesbaldwin #rudyfrancisco #tylerknottgregson #yungpueblo #elizabethacevedo #dorothyparker #charlesbukowski #hapa #korean #sarahkay #dylanthomas #junejordan #ednastvincentmillay #shakespeare #andreagibson #love #quotes
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sueclancy · 1 year
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I'm working on a #commission for @caplanartdesigns that's top secret so I've not been online much lately... it's also why my current #blogpost is about pretty #coffeecups ...my current favorite #poet @andreagibson and the other #books I'm #reading ... it's because even while I'm busy with a #fineart commission I'm feeding my #creativelife with #poetry and #prose ... oh and #pasta !!! #homemadepasta !!! (at Vancouver, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnNNT45S9lM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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vibrantestvixen · 2 months
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LOVE LETTER FROM THE AFTERLIFE
by Andrea Gibson (ig: @andreagibson)
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My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?” In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before.  Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth. I promise one day you will say it too– I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.
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smithqjohns · 10 months
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some pages of Take Me With You by @andreagibson that I enjoyed
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"It's okay. Everyone's survival looks a little bit like death sometimes."
-@andreagibson, Angels Of The Get-Through
The first time I saw Andrea Gibson live, I was a student at Asbury. I drove 3 hours away to find healing within a queer community I desperately needed. I was so excited to get an opportunity to be in that space and feel seen and accepted for who I am. About halfway through, Andrea read us a new poem. The poem began with, "This year is the hardest year of your whole life. So hard you can not see a future most days." And, within an instant, I broke unto an inconsolable mess. So much so that Sonneline tried to reach over and put her arm around me. I shoved it away. I sobbed through the poem's entirety, trying not to bring attention to myself because I was living through the worst year of my life during that time. I was enduring religious trauma after religious trauma with no end in sight. I felt trapped and immobilized in that trauma. Fighting to be seen, heard, understood, or find a scrap of empathy from anyone willing or able to recognize my humanity. That was in April 2015.
I waited five years for that poem to be released in some capacity.
I saw Andrea three times after that. The last time was on February 26th of 2020. About two weeks later, I learned that Asbury had fired two professors rumored to be LGBTQ-affirming. One of those professors helped me survive during my time there. I drove to Nashville from KY, and when I arrived, I noticed pennies on the tables heads up. Lucky pennies. Andrea read Angels Of The Get-Through once more for us. After the show, I checked out the merch and saw a neckless with a dog tag of sorts. I smiled through the tears building in my eyes as I read the words "Angel of the Get-Through" engraved on it. I usually left with a book but couldn't pass the necklace up. I clutched it tight with my lucky penny in hand when I finally found the courage to publicly come out the next day. To come out and finally stand up against this university that had caused me so much pain that seemed to follow me years after graduating. I've worn this necklace every day since.
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So, it's no surprise that this poem has been ringing in my ears over the last eight days as Asbury has received national attention and praise for the revival that has broken out on campus. We stopped by the university to see it for ourselves after Marshall and Ashley's Superbowl party. To our surprise, there was no one gatekeeping at the door, so we were allowed inside. The first person we encountered was our dear friend Dani, a current trans student. It was relatively tame then, and our interactions with current and past classmates were mostly positive. Some were unsure of what to say to us. One individual excommunicated my friends Matt and Carly from their friend group for affirming and was at this revival. He briskly walked past us, stopped, did a doubletake, and said, "Hey, guys! I am SO glad you are here tonight!" I couldn't help but cringe.
I had been trying to find respectful words for my feelings but lacked the vocabulary. It wasn't until I read a thread on Twitter about the revival a few days later that I could find words for how I was feeling. I got to vocalize those feelings when some classmates walked into class on Thursday and greeted me, saying,
"Niamh!!! How about that Asbury revival???"
"Well, I would say that, based on what I've seen happening there, there is a distinction between revival and religious euphoria."
But, if anyone would ask me about it, I'm glad it was George. He was just genuinely curious and wanted to know my opinion. I had already had tequila and Baja on the way to class. If I hadn't been buzzed, I might have cried at the thought of someone asking me about Asbury at UK. Our friend Mattie asked to come over and spend the night with us to escape revival. I was honored (which sounds dramatic, but I mean it) that she sought us out to find safety. That's all we've ever wanted to be for queer students at Asbury. A refuge. I had nowhere to go when I was a student. At least, it felt that way at the time. Thousands of people came from all over to see and experience what was happening. My interpretation of that would be so they can use it for political gain/and so they wouldn't be FOMOing. Mattie told us she started to feel unsafe with the number of strangers walking through their buildings and sleeping on the floors. Strange that they won't let the homeless do that any time of the year. She said it was becoming really overwhelming, and her pain of learning about her parent's divorce has been overshadowed by the "revival." She said their divorce is for the best, but she's mad that no one has been around to help her process and offer support because it's not the most important thing happening.
Zoë formulated her feelings in a really tangible way:
"It's complicated. Freshman year me, who was so in love with that place, wants it to be real and for real change to come of it. But it's really painful to watch everyone else living it up and having the best time with my abusive ex."
As someone who leans more agnostic, I can't help but pick the entire thing apart. Historically, all of Asbury's "revivals" have occurred in February. Asbury's class sizes have drastically decreased over the last four years. What better way to bump their admissions if they allow revival to break out? There was talk of revival in the years that I attended, but every time chapel ended, and I stayed behind and skipped class, I was penalized for that. There was no room for revival because the university had nothing to gain from it then.
On November 16th, 2016, I wrote a song called Dear God on the floor of my dorm. It's the most direct and least wordy song I've ever written. I wrote it in about an hour through my tears. I was watching a specific group of privileged people celebrating the election of Donald Trump. They all had a few things in common: straight, white, and male. And I watched a different, much smaller group of people lamenting his election. They all had other things in common: they were not straight, white, or male. I'll never forget my classmate telling me in tears at chapel the day after the election that she would have to tell her children that things would get more challenging for them. Her husband is a DACA recipient. They were already experiencing racism in school for being Mexican.
I had three thoughts come into my mind when writing the song, questions I had wanted answers to from God and never got.
Why don't you love people like me?
What happens to the people in between?
Tell me why there is so much hate if you're not a male, white, and straight?
Why is it hard for people to see that I'm just trying to be who you created me to be?
All of the times I wanted to die and went out of my way to unalive myself in those years, one thing kept me around: if I let them win and have my life, who would be around to keep them from claiming the lives of others?
I can't go yet because there's still so much I need to do.
But, when it is time, will you take me? Will I have done enough for that to be possible, or does none of it even matter just because I'm gay?
"Yeah, Niamh, you did a great job saving the lives of queer kids, but, unfortunately, you, too, are queer, and thus, you are damned for all eternity. Thanks, but get out!"
I just don't get it. I don't understand it.
So, revival has been painful. I want to walk into Hughes Chapel and split the ceiling with my fists.
It will not be true revival until they "repent" for the irreparable damage they've inflicted on their queer students and staff who helped them survive.
So, that, along with everything else in my life, is making it really hard. 
Work stuff got much worse before it got better, and we still aren't entirely out of the woods with that yet. I'm stressed to the max and can't catch a break most days. I can't wake up on time because I'm exhausted in all of the ways. It's just been a hard month. Usually, February is pretty chill before the chaos of March. So, I'm really not looking forward to March Madness this year. Not basketball-related march madness, but the mental health march madness. It's the October of winter/springtime.
Anyway. That's a sad update.
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infinite-words · 1 year
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I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them then tell me why they loved you." - @andreagibson
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kutia15 · 2 years
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When they ask why we stayed together for so long I say, I don’t know. I just know that we cried at the exact same time in every movie. I know we blushed everyday for the first two years. I know I always stole the covers and she never woke me up. I know the exact look on her face, the first night she used my toothbrush. The next day, I brushed my teeth like thirty-some times, ‘cause I didn’t want to let her go. You have to understand when it hurt to love her, it hurt the way the light hurts your eyes in the middle of the night, but I had to see, even through the ruin, if what we were burying were seeds. There were so many plants in our house, you could rake the leaves even through that winter when I was trying to make angels in the snow of her cold shoulder. She was still leaving love notes in my suitcase; I’d always find them.
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inkymole · 1 year
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‘Serendipity’ was the name of December 16th’s ink, and It behaved in such a versatile, sea-to-sky way when I tested it that I needed to choose something big for the day’s words. @andrewgibby’s latest email, from their project ‘Things That Don’t Suck’, had contained this line and it was a perfect fit.
I did a piece quit a bit smaller than my usual as I felt like I needed a different scale. And I wanted to use my peacock brush too. These pieces are all about putting an ink through its paces, yes; but they’re equally about putting myself on the spot and choosing words on the day, responding to events, weather, the colour of the ink, my mood and more, and drawing something that feels right, without to much attachment - if any - to the outcome.
My commercial work is *all about* the outcome, often with several opinions coming to bear on it, so these are refreshing and loose.
More like sketchbook pieces, except I’m making them public!
The full line by Andrea, by the way, is
“We are, like the universe, made mostly of space.
We are 99.9 per cent nothing.
Each atom that makes us us almost entirely space, spare the nucleus dancing like a single touchable planet in the vast expanse of the might sky.”
Since I’ve done a lot of skies and planets this time around, I took a slightly different approach.
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cl3opatra · 3 years
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It will take me a few more years to learn flying
is not pushing away the ground.
Safety isn't always safe.
You can find one on every gun.
I am aiming to do better.
Andrea Gibson, Casserole
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"You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy. I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside. Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside."
Andrea Gibson - The Nutritionist
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supergirlreject · 1 year
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#rmdrake #poetryofinstagram #langleav #yrsadaleyward #poetsofinstagram #leahlakshmipiepznasamarasinha #rupikaur #mayaangelou #audrelorde #nayyirahwaheed #jamesbaldwin #rudyfrancisco #tylerknottgregson #yungpueblo #elizabethacevedo #dorothyparker #charlesbukowski #hapa #korean #sarahkay #dylanthomas #junejordan #ednastvincentmillay #shakespeare #andreagibson #sarahkay
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sueclancy · 1 year
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Starting the new year #reading @andreagibson one of my favorite #poets - loving opening the package from @vintagebookshop and enjoying having a #localbookstore that sends me #booksbymail - and I like the mantra on the envelope "eat, sleep #read " - to that resolution list I only add #draw and #write Oh yeah, #breathe Be gentle today. (at Vancouver, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm4kdvKv-c0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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