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salovie · 1 year
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The robins in the rain rejoice
At flooded lawns and thunder’s voice
That drove the worms to open air:
A feast laid out on sidewalk’s snare.
With careful steps I jog the path,
Avoid the storm’s squirmy aftermath;
I leap and prance, a laugh slips free
As my run becomes choreography.
I’m sorry, worms, for your sad plight,
But I’m sure my jig is quite the sight.
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greyennui · 9 months
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i was that nerd who was a TA for my English teacher in high school my senior year and one time I was sitting on the floor by her desk grading papers and I don't even remember what we were talking about, but she sighed and said "oh, [legal name], you little iamb" because my legal name is iambic and so I said "yes I am" and I'll never forget that delighted laugh she made
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yaaqov · 2 years
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Waltham 620
My patience, verve, and will are gone. (I'm losing all the time.) The chance to triumph has withdrawn. (I'm losing all the time.) My cells obey a finite span, Compel to death a finite man. Each day abates duration's brawn. I'm losing all the time.
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willknightauthor · 1 year
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FLY!
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mortejchjo · 1 year
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At Night
At night and underneath new light,
The neighbored moon now shines on me.
I walk in nature, nearing home.
But sounds were gnawing at my neck.
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Nocturnal noises ever nigh.
They nestled niches, knowing now
Where I was -- No, where next I'd be.
But these were native normal sounds.
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I need not fear Her natural state,
But someone -- something neared my nest.
It gnashed and gnarled, but never moved.
I could not budge, nor nudge my eyes.
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nudeartpluspoetry · 4 months
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Inward Sea
Remembering's such a liquid world, as if what is recalled swims out of murk-- the mind diving to meet it once again-- and then the memory waggles back to depths.
But what's down there, down deep, forever, never to swim up again? There, not there, what weird forgotten creatures or shards of little shipwrecks
might emerge? You think this as you lean, look past the edge of now, the present moment rocking like a boat. Remembering, or not, you look into that inward sea of yours.
Hans Ostrom
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arccosh · 4 months
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ogbbo70ml · 1 year
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mythology-void · 2 months
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okay so I was doing a Research™️ about ancient Greek etymology as one does and I found some Things that made me want to Violently Claw My Arms Off please allow me to force feed you my discoveries
So there are 2 words for "not" in ancient Greek, depending on the context: ou and mē. Having introduced himself in the Cyclops episode as " ou tis", or No-man, he then stabs Polyphemus in the eye. When Polyphemus' brothers come to check on him, they say this:
"... surely no man [mē tis] is carrying off your sheep? Surely no man [mē tis] is trying to kill you either by fraud or by force?"
Right after this, after the other cyclopes ditch Polyphemus, Odysseus's inner monologue goes something like this:
"Then they went away, and I laughed inwardly at the success of my clever strategem [metis]." (pronounced mEH-Tis)
Now, there's a difference between mē tis and metis. [mē tis] (pronounced mEH-Tis with a space between the syllables) is the literal translation for "no man". Metis is a word for extreme intelligence/cunning, which is something Odysseus is famous for.
Now, there are several examples of abuse of metis/intelligence in the Odyssey, but I think the juxtaposition between [mē tis], or the concept of anonymity, and metis, or extreme intelligence, is REALLY interesting. Odysseus's adoption of the title "No-man" was characteristic of metis--it was a really smart move that simultaneously hid him from the cyclops and avoided any future consequences. It was a highly effective strategy all wrapped up in a nest little package with a bow on it.
But when he revealed himself as Odysseus of Ithaca, effectively throwing off No-man (anonymity and [mē tis]), that was characterized as idiocy--he's essentially doxxed himself, and now he's doing to (spoiler alert) get tossed around the Mediterranean by Poseidon for the next 10 years.
This is really interesting because it lets you see the parallels/codependency between metis(intelligence) and humility. When Odysseus refused to allow himself to go unnoticed (hubris) he suffered for it. BUT when he declined instant glory/satisfaction (kleos) in order to achieve the long term goal of survival, he was rewarded with Athena's favor (pay attention. This part is important).
And this situation repeats itself MULTIPLE TIMES in the Odyssey--the EXACT SAME THING happens near the end of the book, with the suitors. When. Odysseus is dressed as a beggar and the suitors/Antinious are abusing him, he ACTIVELY CHOOSES not to react--he doesn't stand up and rip off his disguise and start hollering "TIS I, ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA! FEAR MY WRATH"
No. He sits there patiently and waits. He plans and schemes and quietly orchestrates their downfall without alerting them of it. Why? Because he learned his lesson the first time this happened. He buried his rage and adopted what was, according to Grace LA Franz, a more feminine form of metis, weaving a web of destruction for his enemies that ultimately resulted in their total annihilation (see Weaving a Way to Nostos: Odysseus and Feminine Metis in the Odyssey by Grace LaFranz). His patience allowed him to win the whole prize--no questions asked, no 10-year-long-business-trip strings attached--just the sweetness of a full victory. And he is, once again, rewarded with Athena's favor--both in the battle with the suitors and in the aftermath (cleanup/reuniting with Penelope).
This really reinforces the idea in the Odyssey that Odysseus's defining characteristic is not just his intelligence--it's his ability to learn from his mistakes. He used what he learned at the Lotus Eaters Island against Polyphemus--the Lotus Eaters drugged his men, so he drugged Polyphemus. He used what he learned from Circe and Polyphemus against the suitors--Circe used false sweetness and honeyed words to lure his men into a trap, so that's exactly what he did to the suitors. His hubris on Polyphemus' island cost his whole crew their lives, so he intentionally left well enough alone until the right time. He didn't just learn from his failures--he turned them into BATTLE STRATEGY.
i don't care what anyone says that is completely totally and objectively awesome
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salovie · 1 year
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I’ve barely slept yet here I am;
I take another step and then
I’m dodging bombs and just, like, damn—
I’ve barely slept, yet here I am!
Tending fires like it’s my jam,
I take a punch or two or ten,
I’ve barely slept yet here I am;
I take another step, and then…
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hamletthedane · 4 months
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When Shakespeare describes the eventual end of human history as “the last SYLLABLE of recorded time” suggesting that the end of humanity will not be with a bang, a whimper, a gunshot, a sword, or even a breath, but with a syllable - a word….
And the fact that the line ends on the word “time”, which is one stressed syllable past its welcome in the iambic pentameter, suggesting that time itself continues long after human speech (iambic pentameter) has already ended AAAAAAHHHHHHH-
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willknightauthor · 1 year
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ANNIHILATION
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The dogs rut The shards cut A kick to the gut A bloody mutt
Tongue of a liar Lose all desire Walk on fire Witness the pyre
I harbor the Snake I must now take The sky’s opaque For heaven’s sake
I took the dive I won’t survive Buried alive Down I drive
Once misbegotten My head is rotten My thoughts are cotton All’s forgotten
The earth is lithe The worms writhe Pay Charon’s tithe Welcome the scythe
Forgive me, Lord I cut the cord My soul you ward Judged by the sword
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mortejchjo · 1 year
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Boat on a Waveless lot of Lake
Boat on a waveless lot of lake, me and my game killed treking waters still uncharted on my own.
Still when the white pond in the black sky was descending, I was watchful for a quack or a crow.
Finally, duck calls now at last! But for some reason, in a circle of tight tall trees they had flown.
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Trees in a circle tightly packed-in were where ducks had arbored havens as they hid deep in those homes.
This is when I then had to follow; finding one single mesquite tree in the center, all alone.
These kinds of trees thrive in an arid situation, and is never among water unless thrown.
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Those very same ducks in a long line then had flown into the tree's cleft as if it'd been a blackhole.
After the ducks, some long horned deer, antlers like branches, went and walked onto the water liked skipped stones.
Neither their eyes, nor did my own meet. His objective's to be in that hollowed tree, strolling slow.
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Just when the deer entered the tree, horned branches turned arboreal, now taking shapes of wooden bones.
Just as the deer had disappeared into the tree, I lost my balance as my boat was being thrown.
Now as the deer lay resting calm, me and my boat flipped and were capsized and were dragged down by grooved woes.
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sonderandsoliloquy · 1 year
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If Not What I Desire
my head is underwater, trapped inside
short breaths being held at capacity
swirling, Pummeling secrets I confide
salty, aching eyes with no land to see
hands outstretched, reaching-yet I sink deeper
kicking legs, shining sun. I am fighting.
pretending not to care would be cheaper
grit is my downfall, Icarus melting
the burn in my lungs misinterpreted
hot passion or spreading wildfire
mixing metaphors, losing beloved
who am I if not what I desire?
what is my fight, my love if not my pain
jupiter rises, the stars aligning
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