Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”
[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]
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Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.
Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.
Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop
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Love From the Other Side / Pete Wentz's blog, January 25th, 2008, archived / Heaven, Iowa
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from Felicity by Mary Oliver (2015)
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Franz Wright, Earlier Poems; “Before the Storm”
[Text ID: The poem seeks not to depict a place but to / become one — // synonymous // summer and loneliness … // Mute child-ghost / of yourself / at the screen door]
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starting short with Harlem by Langston Hughes. i really love the cadence of it
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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Supernatural 15x18 / Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese
Dean's handwriting font by @chapeldean <3
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