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victusinveritas · 2 months
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raggedyfink · 3 months
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Finally getting the photo urge back
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isu-desu · 3 months
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Daily Andy! Day (78/100)
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rustbeltjessie · 1 year
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Andrea Gibson and Megan Falley, from How Poetry Can Change Your Heart (Chronicle Books, 2019)
Whoever first said that poetry is dead failed to provide the autopsy. If poetry is dead, what a rowdy and glorious ghost. Poetry haunts. Poetry permeates the walls we put up. Poetry startles us awake and into our own aliveness. Poetry rustles the hairs on the backs of our necks and chases us into more compassionate rooms. Though it is difficult to change a stubborn mind, poetry can change our hearts in an instant.
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big-low-t · 8 months
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Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead
67 years ago today, on August 16, Bela Lugosi passed away.
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mastacell · 6 months
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First Day In Russia!! 🔥 Undead Unluck Episode 3 Review
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theatreofthelivingmind · 11 months
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How did you hear about Bauhaus the last time they toured?
An ad on NPR?
Really got their direct marketing down.
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linn-vicious · 2 years
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moththyme · 2 years
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alone, in a darkened room
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victusinveritas · 6 months
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The Sorrows of Satan (1926).
Also used by Bauhaus as the cover art for "Bela Lugosi's Dead" in 1979.
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raggedyfink · 3 months
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Uurrrrggghhh wanna look like a hybrid of all of them all four of them are my style icons
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isu-desu · 3 months
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Daily Andy! Day (77/100)
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rustbeltjessie · 1 year
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Kathleen Rooney, from “Ghost hunting with the Dead Poets Society of America”
Skold’s fixation on dead poets seems fitting. Poets are sort of always already dead, consigned to literary oblivion even as they are living. All poets are dead poets, writing posthumously. Poetry is a dead art.
All poetry is written in opposition to, and therefore about, death. Poetry’s application of meter, rhyme, imagery, and memorable language is intended to make it endure in people’s heads. Its purpose is often memorial, or directly argumentative against the unjustness of everyone’s eventually having to die: “Rage, rage against the dying of the light,” says Dylan Thomas, yelling at death. Poetry and death go together like peanut butter and jelly. Like “two souls but a single thought,” if you want to get Keatsian about it. Like hope and dread, if you want to get Yeatsian about it. Stones and spoons, if you want to be Sextonian. The Poetry Foundation archive alone contains 928 poems about “Death.” Compare that to 65 about “Birth and Birthdays,” 38 about “Infancy,” and 449 about “Youth and Childhood.” Relatedly, there are 445 about “Sorrow and Grieving”—most of the sorrow and grief in response to death—and 310 about “Growing Old,” a process that leads inexorably to being deceased. Even though a poem can contain any subject, one of poets’ favorite things to put in the container has historically been, and continues to be, death. This preoccupation of arguing against death means that poetry is permanently associated with death. No one writes more poetry in high school than the goth kids.
All of this seems tied to the sense—which has existed probably as long as America has—that poetry as an art is either dying or dead. In 1928, Edmund Wilson asked, “Is Verse a Dying Technique?” (Answer: “Yes.”) In 1988, Joseph Epstein asked, “Who Killed Poetry?” In 1993, Vernon Shetley published After the Death of Poetry. A widespread consensus says that poetry is dead dead dead. A widespread consensus adds that this is sad news. Never mind that more people are reading, writing, and publishing poetry than probably ever before. True or not, I say dying is the best thing that ever happened to poetry. For if poetry is dead—has basically been dead this whole time—then poetry must be a ghost: unkillable and eternal and therefore more powerful than the living.
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soulvomit · 2 years
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Fuck is going on with Dracula on my Tumblr
I don’t understand
Did I miss some important culture moment? 
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misscrazyfangirl321 · 6 months
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Thinking about... Grieving the undead.
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seveneyesoup · 1 month
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