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beanifred · 3 months
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Two Dogs and a Deus Ex Machina
@dollarstrilogyevent prompt 4: FRIENDSHIP
In which Blondie’s mind wanders some while healing at the mission….
In San Francisco
there were these two dogs–fighting in a group, and baring teeth.
One saved the other from the fate of most dogs in a large port town,
and let him sleep curled up inside a frequently-haunted saloon door.
Bummer (as the first was called) brought scraps to wounded Lazarus
(The latter named by locals for surviving, often cheating Death.)
This duo later killed 400 rats in less than half an hour, when the fruit market overturned,
and both were set upon those plagueish banes.
(Or, so many glib reporters said, including the one that wrote about the “Celebrated Jumping Frog.”)
They even said that those two mongrels once helped stop a small, stampeding horse!Which is why I lean now, toward their remembrance. THAT, or, Delirium.
(Arch..Angel Gabriel? No. “Arch Stanton.”)
Bummer and Lazarus! Beloved by the masses, but “friends”? DOGS?!Because they had to be.
Because one saw the other lamed, then thought, perhaps,
“One day that could be me. When I’m alone.”
And, look!
There is Lazaraus, sleeping at my door.
(This is based sort of on true events. Search “Bummer and Lazarus Mark Twain.”)
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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months
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i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.
for @shestrying
thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!
in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image
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obsob · 3 months
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to be loved is to be held!!! print
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art-mybeloved · 1 year
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i sit in the sun. i drink tea. i recieve a message from my friend. i read a book. i take a walk. i fall in love with life a little bit.
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zuzu-draws · 5 months
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Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~
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shitpostingkats · 3 months
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Oh to have the poetic symbiosis of a rogue who bites people when he’s stressed and a barbarian who becomes resistant to physical damage when he’s protecting his friends
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flowerytale · 1 year
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Mary Oliver, from "Why I Wake Early"
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geryone · 2 months
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I Could Die Today and Live Again, Summer Farah
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moonstoast · 2 years
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i exist, i exist, i exist
@ryebreadgf // holly warburton // ? // image from pinterest // letters to a young poet by rainer maria rilke
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todayontumblr · 1 year
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Tuesday March 21.
World Poetry Day.
Today is a celebration—but perhaps, like all celebrations, just what we are commemorating is something that we must treasure each and every day. Poetry, some might say, is just that: the treasure that artists mine from the sham and drudgery of day-to-day life. For the poet, their art is found not by searching for the exotic, mysterious, glamourous, or seductive, but by what they find before them. What is mundane and routine is as much material to be mined as life's intensities or spectacles. For the poet, the world really is their oyster. And for the rest of us, the work they produce is that very pearl. And every shade of experience, whether joy, grief, banality, intrigue, and beauty, are encapsulated in words, spaces, silence, images, and form. Whether by skill, or by chance, no one really knows, but perhaps the mess and the mystery are one and the same as its profundity. With that in mind, let's celebrate a good thing. And a good thing that is ours each and every day. It's #world poetry day.
With that in mind, we invite you to mark the day here on Tumblr. After all, there is simply no better community of poets and artists who make up this creative sphere, and the evergreen world of all things poetry is, well, your world. 
And when all is said and done, you better get writing x
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panthermouthh · 7 months
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And I said, “Hello, Satan
I believe it’s time to go.”
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aboutmercy · 10 months
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driveway by richard siken.
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firstfullmoon · 4 months
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Paul Guest, “All I Know”
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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There's something so magical about winter's sunlight. Whenever I sit under that sunlight even for just fifteen minutes then I just feel like I'm healing and love is real.
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drivemix · 9 months
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1977
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sentientsky · 4 months
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“To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Mother’s Affection,” Lynne Shayko
today i learned that i’m not above using my own fanart as a backdrop for angst <3
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