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Try to Praise the Mutilated World

by Adam Zagajewski tr. Clare Cavanagh

Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of them had a long trip ahead of it, while salty oblivion awaited others. You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere, you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully. You should praise the mutilated world. Remember the moments when we were together in a white room and the curtain fluttered. Return in thought to the concert where music flared. You gathered acorns in the park in autumn and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars. Praise the mutilated world and the grey feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.

#try to praise the mutilated world #adam zagajewski #poetry #how did I never know this was translated??? #and when did i first read this anyway??/

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It would be so relaxing to have a cup of tea with your favorite Pokemon after a long day of working in the greenhouse!

#pokemon #leafeon #vulpix #gible #wait there's more pokes in the pic! they're hiding #gengar #turtwig

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the ship of theseus wikipedia article in 2003. 20 years later, after 1792 total edits, 0% of its original phrasing remains. (x)

#ship of theseus #amazing #do i have a tag for things I write about?? #I do now #things I write about

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Devastating! Art museum gift shop doesn’t sell prints of specific and unpopular painting that struck a cord with you!

#about me #sent to me #thanks friend

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Don't Go Far Off

by Pablo Neruda tr. Stephen Tapscott

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because– because–I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you’ll have gone so far I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? 

#pablo neruda #don't go far off #poetry #stephen tapscott #sonnet

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Y'all ever open a book on a new subject, read a little bit, and have to put it back so you can process the way in which your mind was just expanded?

#Very Relevant to my dissertation #lyric essay #grad school #textiles

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#i laughed an unreasonable amount at this

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See also: spoopy litwick comic

For some reason I’ve become infatuated with the idea of Calem unwittingly becoming a Phantump’s mom.

PS, some extras I haven’t posted here on Patreon.

#pokemon #phantump

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Poplar Street

by Chen Chen

Oh. Sorry. Hello. Are you on your way to work, too? I was just taken aback by how you also have a briefcase, also small & brown. I was taken by how you seem, secretly, to love everything. Are you my new coworker? Oh. I see. No. Still, good to meet you. I’m trying out this thing where it’s good to meet people. Maybe, beyond briefcases, we have some things in common. I like jelly beans. I’m afraid of death. I’m afraid of farting, even around people I love. Do you think your mother loves you when you fart? Does your mother love you all the time? Have you ever doubted? I like that the street we’re on is named after a tree, when there are none, poplar or otherwise. I wonder if a tree has ever been named after a street, whether that worked out. If I were a street, I hope I’d get a good name, not Main or One-Way. One night I ran out of an apartment, down North Pleasant Street — it was soft & neighborly with pines & oaks, it felt too hopeful, after what happened. After my mother’s love became doubtful. After I told her I liked a boy & she wished I had never been born. After she said she was afraid of me, terrified I might infect my brothers with my abnormality. Sometimes, parents & children become the most common strangers. Eventually, a street appears where they can meet again. Or not. I’ve doubted my own love for my mother. I doubt. Do I have to forgive in order to love? Or do I have to love for forgiveness to even be possible? What do you think? I’m trying out this thing where questions about love & forgiveness are a form of work I’d rather not do alone. I’m trying to say, Let’s put our briefcases on our heads, in the sudden rain, & continue meeting as if we’ve just been given our names.

#poetry #chen chen #poplar street

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— Sunrise, by Louise Glück

#sunrise #louise gluck #poetry

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#yoooo I love li-young lee #I wish I had gotten a signed copy of one of his books when I saw him read in 2019 #poetry #li-young lee

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oh my god Song of the Anti-Sisyphus by Chen Chen just split my head open like a melon and now is eating out of my brain i can't believe he wrote this

#poetry #chen chen #in this house we love and support chen chen #can I once again recommend his book your emergency contact has experienced an emergency #it's so goshdang joyful!

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If we could communicate fully, there would be no need to communicate. If we could love perfectly, there would be no need to love. If we could finish grieving, there would be no need to live. If we could touch completely, there would be no need.

Chen Chen, “a small book of questions: chapter iv” from Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency (via smokefalls)

#chen chen #a small book of questions #your emergency contact has experienced an emergency #this book is so good!!!

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Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth by John Singer Sargent (1889)

Florence Welch by Simon Procter (2016)

#florence + the machine #this has king vibes #which is my current fave of her songs #john singer sargent #florence welch #lady macbeth #simon procter #art #portraits

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The best part about turning 30 was, legitimately, unlocking the ability to use this image

#something to look forward to

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Fear

by Raymond Carver

Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling asleep. Fear of the past rising up. Fear of the present taking flight. Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. Fear of electrical storms. Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek! Fear of dogs I’ve been told won’t bite. Fear of anxiety! Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend. Fear of running out of money. Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this. Fear of psychological profiles. Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else. Fear of my children’s handwriting on envelopes. Fear they’ll die before I do, and I’ll feel guilty. Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine. Fear of confusion. Fear this day will end on an unhappy note. Fear of waking up to find you gone. Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love. Fear of death. Fear of living too long. Fear of death. I’ve said that.

#I both love and hate list poems #i like the repetition and simplicity #but why is there any reason why the poem has to be this? it could be anything #There's not a larger structure to give meaning #raymond carver #fear #poetry

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Tony Hoagland, from Application for Release from the Dream; “The Complex Sentence”

#poetry #the complex sentence #tony hoagland #I always forget about tony hoagland #feel like the highlighted section is a reference to another poem???? #well it reminds me of the adrienne rich poem #and these are the forces they had ranged against us #and these are the forces we had ranged within us #within us and against us. against us and within us