#cento

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎Guitar-lyre (chitarra-lyra ad un braccio).

Artist: Luigi Mozzani (Italian, 1869–1943)

Date: 1925

Place of origin: Cento, Italy

Medium: Mahogany, spruce, walnut, ebony, ivory, mother-of-pearl, silver, steel, nickel silver, sheep gut.

#1920's #music history #art history #history #music #musical instruments #guitar-lyre #cento #Italy #Luigi #Luigi Mozzani #1925

[orca-soup]

To the spider

And God,

You are a trespasser that does not belong here.

Maybe ignorance is all it takes to coexist.

Not your fault, not mine, just is.

We will never truly know each other,

My veins laced with deadly venom.

But, isn’t bite also touch?

This still seems to me a good question.

Ignoring the rudeness my kindness was repaid with,

I get the most

peaceful weapons I can find.

I have always been too sensitive,

But I was born this way,

Begging to be believed.

Lord, I worry

You remember too much.

I keep searching for proof,

As I was punished for the sin of trying to do the right thing.

Freak of nature.

The shadowed creature in the corner of the room.

You’re a sinner too.

And, I hate you.

And, I care if I am guilty.

I suffer in my loving,

Convinced that was devotion,

That love is violence.

God suffices as a companion

But it's getting harder.

I could die for you,

And get swallowed whole.

Maybe you would've shown me mercy

But you are still standing, and I am still sorry.

And

He is still God.

(Rudy Francisco|l, e|Anne Carson|Katherine Fabrizio|‘Attar|Margaret Atwood|Natalie Diaz|Althea Davis|Ada Limón|Laura Gilpin|Joshua Tree|José Olivarez|Frank Bidart|Melody S. Gee|Willa Cather|John Keats|Avain Blue|Kristin Chang)

#centos #cento #poem #poetry #spiders #spider poem #catholic guilt #words #lit #writing #grief #literary #literature #loss #sorrow #love #religion #god #I think I can format this better given a chance

[ragazzoarcano]

📝

#dare #ricevere #mille #cento #contare #frasi immagini

[ashtrayfloors]

At Least When You Cry Now, He Can't Even Hear You (Sad Girl Cento)

Is that why they call me a sullen girl—sullen girl? Boy I think you're confused, I'm not Persephone. I don't want to look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy. Can't forget the things you never said—and you've decided to love me for eternity. Sometimes I feel deceived, and I weep at your feet. My ever present suicide, my grief, my grief, my grief, my grief. My grief, I've wished on the lidded blue flames under your brow. Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing: dear God. Life ain't kind—I can feel it in my bones. Even when I was seventeen, prettiest mess you've ever seen, I'd a terrible broken heart. I wake up in the night, my stupid fuck, my blushing bride, I saw hips, I saw thighs wrapped around your feet, wrapped around like good little roses. You've done nothing so far but destroy my life. Breathless and torn, all drunk on my love, I want your warm but it will only make me colder when it's over. Foam can be dangerous with tape across my mouth. And it rains and rains—but it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from forget the fuck away from me (spring 2019)

—

Source text: Fiona Apple - "Sullen Girl," "Love Ridden." Tori Amos - "Pandora's Aquarium," "Blood Roses." Liz Phair - "Jealousy," "Fuck and Run." Ani DiFranco - "Light of Some Kind," "Dilate." Mazzy Star - "Roseblood," "Into Dust." Hole - "Reasons to Be Beautiful," "She Walks On Me." Sinead O'Connor - "Tiny Grief Song," "You Cause as Much Sorrow." Beth Orton - "She Cries Your Name." PJ Harvey - "Angelene," "Long Snake Moan."

#jessie lynn mcmains #poetry #spilled ink #90s music #cento #lyrics #my writing #forget the fuck away from me

[asfaltics]

of Providence and Deliverance :

  There is a day of Smallings,     ₁ the object of his errand —     ₂ a half pound of soap,     ₃   smallings; and     ₂ increases. Smallings, and sometimes   ₄ a cotton spool,     ₃   of smallings & Trust     ₅ two rows of pins,     ₃ three yards of tape,     ₃   To reach it he must walk almost a mile     ₆ Smallings (Donnington).     ₇ Smallings, Tennessee, distance of about 2 miles     ₈   Smallings ... sweet ...     ₉ a quarter of a pound of tea, and     ₃ half an ounce of all spice,     ₃   Ubi Putch... Trinidad Smallings, Singapore     ₁₀ to the widow Smallings.     ₃   The weather has been very dry.     ₉ Smallings, though     ₁₁ smallings or weaklings, heroes and heroines     ₁₂   All smalling slowly to the gray sea-line —     ₁₃

sources at 2565  

#cento #smallings #vicissitudes #Well then out of all of this. #Eliza Leslie #Thomas Manton #et al

[snobgoblin]

collage i made last year

#collage #dark academia #cento #poetry #hopepunk

[richardmurrayhumblr]

The 3rd edition of the 2024 Richard Murray Newsletter.

topics

Thirty-fifth cento poetry series entry Princess Candace New Year

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR: Dredd staring Karl Urban , Danse Macabre from Camille Saint-Saëns, Comics for Autistic kids, How to have an american baby

URL https://rmnewsletter.over-blog.com/2023/09/01/21/2024-rmnewsletter.html

#rmnewsletter#rmaalbc

#rmnewsletter #cento #poetry #princess #candace #newyear #coloringpage #poetryormore #richardmurraycentos2023 #kobo #kwl #stone #suriel #calligraphy #audiobook #ebook #dredd #karl #urban #underworld #danse #macabre #camille #saintsaens #poem #henry #cazalis #focus #comics #autistic

[atompowers]

I wrote a Contrapuntal Cento poem of favorite lines from David Lynch's (already poetic) TV series, Twin Peaks, zigging between alternating current italicized & zagging bolded lines. Read it here:

We Live Inside a Dream [Love] (Contrapunal Cento)

What do you think? What's your favorite quote from Twin Peaks?

#twin peaks #laura palmer #kyle maclachlan #donna hayward #twin peaks quotes #David Lynch #dream #dreams #love #coffee #pie #poem #Cento #contrapuntal #black lodge #white lodge #poetry #pop poetry #Stan poetry

[para11els]

#cento #free play improvisation in life and art #dinosaur #collage

[amyjasek]

The Darts of August

photo by author (canon digital, lensbaby burnside 35 lens) as the archer, you point arrows, fulfilling some sacred oathelastic and flying, half-transcendental,seeking mending from thistledown, they bloom brighter than merciless skiesfinding the line in the sand while seashells bleachand the 150 year old banyan tree tells how to withdraw a sword from a backyard stone This poem is a Cento, made…

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#30/30 project #cento #creative life #fundraiser #independent press #independent publishing #poem #poetry #project #publishing #support the arts #tupelo press #writers life

[sunriseantebellum]

“a cento for richard siken’s ‘crush’”

I.

look at the light through the windowpane. we know how the light works, we know where the sound is coming from. the radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. it’s thinking of love. tonight you’re thinking of cities under crowns of snow and I stare at you like I’m looking through a window, counting birds, night spilling over them like clumsy hands in a dark room.

II.

the light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through. your world doesn’t make sense. the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, the orange juice and toast of it. in the dream I don’t tell anyone, four dreams in a row: a sudden glow.

III.

imagine this: you’re pulling the car over. somebody’s waiting. make a wish. make something happen. there is the road, and there is the story of where the road goes. it’s night. it’s noon. he’s driving. he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and everything’s okay. close your eyes.

— j.a.

escapril day 30: it’s getting dark

#jade writes #escapril #escapril 2022 #napowrimo #napowrimo 2022 #glopowrimo #glopowrimo 2022 #poem #poetry #spilled ink #cento #found poem #richard siken #siken #crush #richard siken crush #crush by richard siken

[undiariocheparladime]

Carnevale di Cento carino ma non da lasciarci 18€ ogni anno.

#carnevale #carnevale d'Europa #cento #ferrara #carnevale di cento #carri molto belli #musica orecchiabile #gente molto maleducata ad eccezione di pochi

[salovie]

A Cento, Courtesy of Gerard Manley Hopkins

what sights you, heart, saw;

lovelier, more dangerous,

gash gold-vermilion

in ten thousand places

On meadow & river & wind-wandering weed-winding bank.

My heart in hiding

asked to be Where no storms come,

wild nest, no prison.

#poetry #napowrimo 2022 #NaPoWriMo #cento #gerard manley hopkins #prompt: write a cento #a cento is a poem made up entirely of lines from other poems by other poets #the sources of these lines are the following poems- all by Hopkins #'I wake and feel the fell of dark not day' #The Windhover #As Kingfishers Catch Fire #Binsey Poplars #Heaven-Haven #The Caged Skylark

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Cento

Last day of NaPoWriMo 😭😭😭 and the optional prompt is to write a cento.

I’ve called mine ‘cento’…

All the lines in this Cento are from issue 100 of Poetry London - the poem appears first, then again with the source poems listed, below :)

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Cento

We eat and he tells me the news -

we have no sugar in the crow’s nest, captain.

Just as heart-stoppingly predictable,

the smell upset him, when the country was rid of blooms -

wings of bluebottles -stings of scorpions.

It is our primal sin to be entirely personal.

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We eat and he tells me the news -

Choman Hardi

Mixed Marriage 2003

We have no sugar in the crow’s nest, captain.

Julian Stannard

2021 Love in the Time of Corona

Just as heart-stoppingly predictable

Frances Leviston The Fortune-teller 2007

The smell upset him - when the country was rid of blooms

EA Markham

Taxis 1995

Wings of bluebottles -stings of scorpions

Dennis o’Driscoll All 1997

It is our primal sin to be entirely personal

Jee Leong Koh

Mark, November 3, 2006 (Fri),

Dante Café

#poetry #poetic #napowrimo #free verse #cento

[fairy-writes]

if you could envision the meaning of a tragedy despite everything, i'm still human i haven't been all that you could have hoped for i've just settled into the glass half empty

somewhere there's a stolen halo 'cause you left a hole in my heart, and i can't keep out the bitter cold i don't want to fall another moment into your gravity i finally found a reason to romanticize being alive skeletons in my closet when I get dressed no light in your bright blue eyes i'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones, ‘cause blue's your favorite color were hearts made whole just to break? ‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs when the violence causes silence i'm a little more broken open but a little more free

#drops this and runs #just a lil somethin i wrote instead of doing homework #fairytailwzard poetry #cento poem #poetry made of song lyrics #cento #song lyrics

[eternalcalifornia]

#rosecoloredsunsets #eternal california #eternalcalifornia #mine #california #aesthetic #beachside #los angeles #beach #nature #pasta #pastalovers #pastamonsters #pasta dish #cento #cento la #sweet corn #sweet corn agnolotti #delicious