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andrews-songs · 1 year
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New #poem on my blog, Pan de Bare: #MetaphysicalPoetry #Metaphysics #poetry #PoetryIsNotDead
Will you ever see the real me?There’s no real me to be seen.I am a figment of my own imagination. But still, my actions hurt. How canwhat does not exist producereal results? Results… Were those results evenreal? That night, as you left, youwere crying. Next thing I knew, I cried, too – in my guts, in my soul, in my heart,everywhere but in my mind becausein my mind, I didn’t exist. Will you…
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I feel like we have truly forgotten that poetry is intellectual. That art is intellectual. I’m not saying that you need to write following a whole lot or rules — heck I freaking love Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson which is written in Free Verse — it simply shouldn’t be simple. Because we as humans — and our human mind, heart, soul and spirt — are not simple. We are complex. So our art should be complex. We shouldn’t try to simplify complex topics for marketability, we should be delighting in the actual nature of poetry which is that it is how our souls speak. At this point we truly must fight for the survival of poetry. Not just poems but poetry. Soul. Sublimity. Passion. Beauty. Romance. Love. Poetry. Because it is a war, and indeed the very casualty might be our hearts and souls.
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ahb-writes · 8 months
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"Whether as drama, novel, science fiction, poetry, or an evocation of tradition, experience and fantasy must return in all their fullness to stimulate as well as to suggest."
Murray Bookchin (author, The Ecology of Freedom: The Emergence and Dissolution of Hierarchy, 1980)
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emilycatherines-blog · 3 months
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when i have money, if all i buy is books and energy drinks am i irresponsible or am i just an intellectual?
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poetrybyonur · 2 years
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I loathe small talk. Please don’t ask me how I am or how’s the family or the weather. Let’s talk psychology, philosophy or the origins of gods. Tell me what makes you laugh or what makes you cry. Tell me what scares you and what lifts you up. I want to get lost in the labyrinth of your mind.
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empirearchives · 3 months
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Adam Mickiewicz’s view of Napoleon
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(Portrait of Adam Mickiewicz, 1827-1828, by Walenty Wańkowicz)
Adam Mickiewicz (1798-1855) was a Polish Romantic poet, dramatist, essayist, publicist, translator and political activist. He is regarded as national poet in Poland, Lithuania and Belarus.
Napoleon’s spiritual grandeur, as Mickiewicz described it, resulted from his embodiment of the French genius and character (the sacred fire). Chosen by God for his historical role, Napoleon had come to enact all that was good and progressive in the Enlightenment while refuting the excesses of reason and rationality that were bad. Indeed, his very existence was an inexplicable mystery, a living challenge to the false assumption that all phenomena may be explained through rational laws. He represented the true objectives of the revolution (which, it is important to remember, were for Mickiewicz an expression of the Christian spirit) because he “put into practice the revolutionary ideals” and thereby proved himself to be the historical figure who “defended its ideals with the greatest and most fruitful determination.”
Mickiewicz also became a follower of the Lithuanian mystic, Andrzej Towianski. According to the historian Kramer:
Towianski saw Napoleon as a key historical predecessor who had played a major role in the divine plan to lead mankind from darkness to light and from conflict to political cooperation. Napoleon had of course failed to complete this work, but now the mission had fallen to Towianski, who claimed a special link with the deceased emperor (and whose followers often spent a night at Waterloo as part of their spiritual pilgrimages). […] Mickiewicz embraced this spiritual interpretation of Bonaparte so enthusiastically that by the time of his final lecture at the Collège de France he was distributing lithographs that depicted Napoleon grieving over a torn map of Europe.
Source: Lloyd S. Kramer, Threshold of a New World: Intellectuals and the Exile Experience in Paris, 1830-1848
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futur3lov3r · 4 months
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How do I call myself a lover like you do?
I have never ever saw halos above heads
I have never ever wanted to say ‘love u g’nite’
I don’t hold hands
I don’t say sweet things
I want to wear warm sweaters
And I want to read your favorite poems
I want to go to your concerts
I want to listen to you practice your instrument
I want to be impressed by you
Call you pretty, like green glass bottles
Kiss you until I’m disgusted with the thought
How do I call myself a lover when I don’t love like you do?
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unopenablebox · 5 months
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i did really enjoy the insider but i have to admit that there were several points where my main reaction to what was happening on the screen was "oh dear, i guess it's time for some cinema", due to my fundamentally base nature which renders me unable to experience films correctly
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autisticgaycatman · 7 months
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Hi, i've been a twitter man for years and i've decided i want to post stuff on here, to use it as a blog y'know. I'm a trans man, i'm autistic, queer, and i am diagnosed with many mental illness's & disabilities, including an intellectual disability. I'm also in recovery from trauma and a mixed eating disorder. I enjoy writing poems, exploring nature, smoking the zaza. Im also pagan and practice witchcraft.
On my page i am planning to post about my recovery and what goes on in my life, if your interested in this flick me a follow :)
I am wanting to spread awareness, and I guess hopefulness for my readers, I will put content warnings if I’m discussing triggering or mature topics. Let me know what you want to see :)
if you have any questions or ideas of what i could post, leave them in the comments :)
I will be staying anonymous but feel free to message me and we can chat, i can give out my twitter and tiktok.
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thefluffybennett · 6 months
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i know in my heart of hearts jason is a richard siken stan like come onnnnnn are you kidding me-- contemporary prose meet heartwrenching angst meet the ordinariness of queer tragedy....i know that bitch be analyzing in the margins! i know it!
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Intellectually loved
I always held you in such high regard
Since the moment we met
That my heart overlooked taking guard
Throwing away all the boundaries I set
I wanted to always give you the benefit of the doubt
That I ignored or justified all the pain you dished out
I got used to the backwards reasonings every time you criticized me
Reassuring myself with only the idea that love sometimes is faulty
I confused knowing your love for me with tolerating the diminished truth of actually feeling your love
And the hard truth is that I intellectually knew you loved me, way more than I ever felt loved by you
‘Intellectually loved’—so romantic I know
But I think I’d have rathered your actions show
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agnesandhilda · 5 months
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I don't want to sound like I think I know better than the academics but one of my professors analyzes poetry largely through the lens of the author's personal life and I think it's boring as hell. I think biographical knowledge of the creator should be something that adds a fun extra dimension to art but isn't necessary to its interpretation. I don't want to psychoanalyze the poet!! or I do but more in the sense that I want to make rude jokes about what their issues likely are based on their body of work without that being the primary reading
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The Worst People Are the Sewage of the World.
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messybrainn · 6 months
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check out my new blogpost!!
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poetrybyonur · 2 years
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Studies done by an online dating site revealed that women find men who read highly attractive and sexy. Women love it when men have big … libraries. 😄 What about you?
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linddzz · 2 years
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A sizable chunk of my friend circle are the sort of people who already had their grand poetry induced emotional moments in highschool and college so whenever I have a mild meltdown moment over my newfound appreciation for Oscar Wilde they just give me the most affectionate version of
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