delcat:

qglas:

delcat:

My sister doggedly read poetry to me while I played video games as a small child, and while I have since voiced my appreciation for it, I believe it’s not appreciation enough.

O vast earth-apple, waiting to be fried,
Of all life’s starers the most many-eyed,
What furtive purpose hatched you long ago
In Indiana or in Idaho?

Some doom will strike (as all potatoes know)
When, once too often mashed in Idaho—
From the ground the drabbest of Earth’s powers
Rises and is a star.
And shines.
And lours.

(x)

delcat:

My sister doggedly read poetry to me while I played video games as a small child, and while I have since voiced my appreciation for it, I believe it’s not appreciation enough.

O vast earth-apple, waiting to be fried,
Of all life’s starers the most many-eyed,
What furtive purpose hatched you long ago
In Indiana or in Idaho?

delcat:

railerat:

delcat:

railerat:

@Delcat

DON’T MAKE ME TALK ABOUT FOOD IN FRANCE PRE- AND POST- WORLD WAR I

I’LL DO IT

oh hey nice line you got there

OOPS I CROSSED IT

Wait, what poem?

And I’m not sure if I should inflict this on the Tumblr fandom, maybe if you get on Steam later?

You totally should.  And Late Rising by Jacques Prevert, Megan read it to me when I was ten or so and it’s always stuck with me.  It’s about an egg, you are getting random eggs left and right today!  There’s another (more accurate?) translation here.

I love that poem.  You were ten when I read you that?  Oops.  Poetry!

keepinitcreeepy:

zeptarthestarman:

I’m at a party when a kid asks me,
"Hey, you want a drink bro?"
"Uhh, no thanks. I don’t drink anymore"
"That’s fucking lame!"
motherfucker…
Lame: weak, sometimes taken to mean boring,
so I’m boring. The parties I usually go to 
consist of coffee and feelings. A few times a week
we sit in a circle and try to piece our lives together,
we don’t remember them so clearly. 
Besides, bro…

One time when weighing only 130 pounds I killed a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in 30 minutes 
the next morning I awoke in the back-seat of my car: naked, and neck deep in leaves.
I am allergic to alcohol. Every time I drink I break out in handcuffs,
I once crapped on a living room carpet and then broke down a door
to date I have put 3 cats on a treadmill and one dog in a cupboard, do not call me boring sir!
Once I forgot where my house was, 
was escorted by strangers, carrying fifty cookies and an umbrella, butt naked.

And one time I head butted my best friend so hard I shattered his nose,
and one time took more pills than I can remember 
and I accepted I would be dead within the hour,
don’t you dare call me weak.
I have swallowed more pints of regret than you
have pumped blood through your body.

Tell my father it was boring to look his only son in the eyes 
and tell him if he drank one more time he would not be welcome 
in this house. Tell my mother I am weak,
she who has failed to hold back tears driving me home 
from the psych ward, she who has seen her son handcuffed
to an Emergency room bed. She spent 4 years praying 
for my sobriety nightly, you will not take this from her.
If you offer me a shot there’d better be a trigger involved.

The strongest I have ever felt was the first time I said No to a drink,
I have said NO every morning since September 29th, 2008.
I say no 18 times before breakfast, 
one for every step it takes to get from my bedroom to the fridge
I say no 10 times before work, one for every billboard telling me I was stronger
when drinking I was drinking,
I have said no more times than I can count,
one for every night my family lay awake 
trying to not imagine my headstone.

When you ask me the question I do not hear the words you are saying, 
I hear you ask me, “do you want to die, Michael?” 

No.

I don’t want to die. Anymore.

I think I just fell in love

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justcallmesushi:

"We’re learning a lot about this thing called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This war time disease. This combat fatigue diagnosis. And we read something worth sharing. Fact, urban youth are twice as likely to get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder than soldiers who are coming home from war. So tell me, what’s the difference between homicide in the streets and bloodshed on the battlefields of Iraq. […] The only difference there is between a soldier with PTSD and one of my students with it is that a soldier gets to leave the battlefield, while my kids go home to it."

Javon Johnson & Terisa Siagatonu- “PTSD”

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2k14 poem commissions

orbsteeb:

orbsteeb:

HELLO

im steeb and also Elias I.K.B. and im a sexy broke wordboy with a heart of gold and nothing left to lose. if you would like a personalized poem, bespoke literary analysis or parody, professional-quality editing or proofreading, or just to help a moody cutie buy groceries, i am here 2 help!! 

here is some of my previous work:

most recently i have been collaborating with eliza on the problem glyph series, which we have cool + big plans for.

testimonials can be found here. the money and emotional support i received from my last round of commissions helped me through a dire situation and i am unspeakably grateful. 

i will write you anything. it does not have to be a poem. i am also an experienced and overeducated editor and am Really Good at academic writing.

pay what you want. everything helps. i have written poems for $50 and i have written them for $5 and been grateful for both. the ~average donation~ seems to be in the $10-$30 range but i am only too happy to work something out. im broke, you’re broke, i understand. anything is appreciated. just email me a topic or suggestion and some dollars and i will do the rest!

and here is a cool new thing: for an additional $20, i will professionally print and ship to you a copy of your personalized poem, all fancy-like. 

my paypal and email can both be accessed with the invocation elias(.)isaac(.)b(at)gmail(.)com

lets get that free verse, america. even if you aint got some dollars, reblogs are always appreciated!! i love you

and heres that commission post for those who aint got time for “links” and “clicking” (i feel you)

i promise that ill do my best to keep personal posts on this blog to a minimum but this is just a thing that needs to be addressed immediately 

Excellent writer + excellent human, treat yourself to some wordsmithery and also boost.

"My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!"

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, A Few Figs from Thistles (via popculturemulcher)

(Source: pop-culture-mulcher)

Tags: poetry

korahale:

A collection of some of my favorite Slam and Spoken Word Poetry!!you should watch all of them they’re fucking amazing and will send shivers down ur spine
Static Electricity - Neil Hilborn “Kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding at my face at .5 miles an hour.”
OCD - Neil Hilborn “Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t — I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.”
10 honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boy - Rachel Wiley “I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says, ‘No. You are so much more’, and kisses me hard.”
Friend Zone - Dylan Garity ”You put in your hours as a nice guy and sex is just a living wage but sex is not a transaction. Sex is not a handshake to seal some deal. That girl did not owe me anything.”
Boyfriend Material - Simone Stolzoff “I don’t treat women like objects, I treat women like the ocean treats the shore. And I know those are both objects, but they’re really beautiful, poetic objects cuz’ I’m boyfriend material!”  ((this is satire so treat it as such))
When God Happens - Mike Rosen “That day had no black or white, cuz’ under that rubble, everyone was grey. Under that rubble, there was no red, white, or blue. Under that rubble there was just grey.”
To JK Rowling, from Cho Chang - Rachel Rostad “Last summer, I met a boy who spoke like rain against windows.  He had his father’s blue eyes.He’d press his wrist against mine and say he was too pale. That my skin was so much more beautiful. To him, I was Pacific sunset, almond milk, a porcelain cup. When he left me, I told myself I should have seen it coming. I wasn’t sure I was sad but I cried anyway. Girls who look like me are supposed to cry over boys who look like him. I’d seen all the movies and read all the books. We were just following the plot. (additional video clears up some confusion/controversy)
Wicked Women - Anny Miner “I still accepted the boy’s fists as if each were a rose and I was a garden in need of some color.  When he broke into my house I spoke quietly as to not trespass on his temper afraid that one more rose would tip the bouquet and spill them all across my face.”
Shrinking Women - Lily Myers “I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking, making space for the entrance of men into their lives not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.”
Dear Straight People - Denice Frohman “Dear queer young girl, I see you. You don’t want them to see you so you change the pronouns in your love poems to ‘him’ instead of ‘her.’”
Civil Rights - Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder “ My bones are genetically thickened due to the brutality my ancestors bore.” (definitely one of my favorites i STRONGLY RECOMMEND IT ITS SO GOOD)
Is “B” for Books or Boobs? BOTH. - BNV 2013 Finals Round 4 “I will suck every women’s stereotype out of your throat.” (this didn’t have an official title but i thought the title i chose was definitely fitting)
Dear Dirty Hipsters - BNV Finals: Philadelphia Round 2 “When you call them on it, they say ‘I don’t see color. Oh my God, I didn’t even know you were black until just now.’ What you ment to say was, ‘Oh, I’m choosing to deny your personal identity and heritage in order to make me feel more comfortable.’” (again this one didn’t have an official title also they fuckin killed it go watch it)
White Privilege - BNV 2013 Finals Round 2: Albuquerque “When was the last time white men fought for their equality. You are the standard, the base line, the core of our curriculum; you are the white noise that every frequency in America is dialed to. Check your history books; the last time white men created something inclusive, genocide took off its shoes and got comfortable.”
Isis - Anny Miner “I had accepted I would never be safe in a relationship, that something about my heart was too forgiving, too soft and easy for a man to form a fist around, but maybe this was a borrowed saying, because there he was, skipping stones in the Mississippi reminding me how water needs the moon and as I watched I thought of the Nile, wondering how many times I would jump off his surface before sinking in. “
Social Anxiety at 130 BPM - Aaron Burstein “A good time is the most honest thing in the universe, so why do I feel like the only liar here?”
Anxiety Group - Catalina Ferro “Give me these weak-kneed, jumpy ass, too much saliva, break out in hives, awkward stomach, hair falling out, chewing lips, restless leg pounding, hard bastards any day of the week. These people who fight through every day like fucking gladiators, who fight demons worse than you and I could dream of just because they want so badly to live.”

korahale:

A collection of some of my favorite Slam and Spoken Word Poetry!!you should watch all of them they’re fucking amazing and will send shivers down ur spine

Static Electricity - Neil Hilborn “Kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding at my face at .5 miles an hour.”

OCD - Neil Hilborn “Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t — I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.”

10 honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boy - Rachel Wiley “I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says, ‘No. You are so much more’, and kisses me hard.”

Friend Zone - Dylan Garity ”You put in your hours as a nice guy and sex is just a living wage but sex is not a transaction. Sex is not a handshake to seal some deal. That girl did not owe me anything.”

Boyfriend Material - Simone Stolzoff “I don’t treat women like objects, I treat women like the ocean treats the shore. And I know those are both objects, but they’re really beautiful, poetic objects cuz’ I’m boyfriend material!”  ((this is satire so treat it as such))

When God Happens - Mike Rosen “That day had no black or white, cuz’ under that rubble, everyone was grey. Under that rubble, there was no red, white, or blue. Under that rubble there was just grey.”

To JK Rowling, from Cho Chang - Rachel Rostad “Last summer, I met a boy who spoke like rain against windows.  He had his father’s blue eyes.
He’d press his wrist against mine and say he was too pale. That my skin was so much more beautiful. To him, I was Pacific sunset, almond milk, a porcelain cup. When he left me, I told myself I should have seen it coming. I wasn’t sure I was sad but I cried anyway. Girls who look like me are supposed to cry over boys who look like him. I’d seen all the movies and read all the books. We were just following the plot. (additional video clears up some confusion/controversy)

Wicked Women - Anny Miner “I still accepted the boy’s fists as if each were a rose and I was a garden in need of some color.  When he broke into my house I spoke quietly as to not trespass on his temper afraid that one more rose would tip the bouquet and spill them all across my face.”

Shrinking Women - Lily Myers “I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking, making space for the entrance of men into their lives not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.”

Dear Straight People - Denice Frohman “Dear queer young girl, I see you. You don’t want them to see you so you change the pronouns in your love poems to ‘him’ instead of ‘her.’”

Civil Rights - Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder “ My bones are genetically thickened due to the brutality my ancestors bore.” (definitely one of my favorites i STRONGLY RECOMMEND IT ITS SO GOOD)

Is “B” for Books or Boobs? BOTH. - BNV 2013 Finals Round 4 “I will suck every women’s stereotype out of your throat.” (this didn’t have an official title but i thought the title i chose was definitely fitting)

Dear Dirty Hipsters - BNV Finals: Philadelphia Round 2 “When you call them on it, they say ‘I don’t see color. Oh my God, I didn’t even know you were black until just now.’ What you ment to say was, ‘Oh, I’m choosing to deny your personal identity and heritage in order to make me feel more comfortable.’” (again this one didn’t have an official title also they fuckin killed it go watch it)

White Privilege - BNV 2013 Finals Round 2: Albuquerque “When was the last time white men fought for their equality. You are the standard, the base line, the core of our curriculum; you are the white noise that every frequency in America is dialed to. Check your history books; the last time white men created something inclusive, genocide took off its shoes and got comfortable.”

Isis - Anny Miner “I had accepted I would never be safe in a relationship, that something about my heart was too forgiving, too soft and easy for a man to form a fist around, but maybe this was a borrowed saying, because there he was, skipping stones in the Mississippi reminding me how water needs the moon and as I watched I thought of the Nile, wondering how many times I would jump off his surface before sinking in. “

Social Anxiety at 130 BPM - Aaron Burstein “A good time is the most honest thing in the universe, so why do I feel like the only liar here?”

Anxiety Group - Catalina Ferro “Give me these weak-kneed, jumpy ass, too much saliva, break out in hives, awkward stomach, hair falling out, chewing lips, restless leg pounding, hard bastards any day of the week. These people who fight through every day like fucking gladiators, who fight demons worse than you and I could dream of just because they want so badly to live.”

(Source: lnsurgent, via paulatari)

hookersorcake:

Pay attentionto the everydayvibration that speaksto you
Reproduce itunmolesteduncongested
By thought’sdestructivebenevolence

Okay, I hate to put anything after sweet prose, apologies apologies, but Jesus that’s my hometown and it is small as fuck so that is blowing my mind what.
(apologies)

hookersorcake:

Pay attention
to the everyday
vibration that speaks
to you

Reproduce it
unmolested
uncongested

By thought’s
destructivebenevolence

Okay, I hate to put anything after sweet prose, apologies apologies, but Jesus that’s my hometown and it is small as fuck so that is blowing my mind what.

(apologies)

"When you work in form, be it a sonnet or villanelle or whatever, the form is there and you have to fill it. And you have to find how to make that form say what you want to say. But what you find, always—I think any poet who’s worked in form will agree with me—is that the form leads you to what you want to say. It is wonderful and mysterious. I think something similar happens in fiction. A genre is a form, in a sense, and that can lead you to ideas that you would not have just thought up if you were working in an undefined field. It must have something to do with the way our minds are constructed."

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Art of Fiction No. 221, The Paris Review

http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/6253/the-art-of-fiction-no-221-ursula-k-le-guin

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