poetrynstuff

[poetrynstuff]

“They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.”

            —Mexican Proverb

I was born among the bodies. I was hurried forward, and sealed a thin life for myself.

I have shortened my name, and walk with a limp. I place pebbles in milk and offer

them to my children when there is nothing else. We can not live on cold blood alone.

In a dream, I am ungendered, and the moon is just the moon having a thought of itself.

I am a wolf masked in the scent of its prey and I am driven—hawk like—to the dark

center of things. I have grasped my eager heart in my own talons. I am made of fire,

and all fire passes through me. I am made of smoke and all smoke passes through me.

Now the bodies are just calcified gravity, built up and broken down over the years.

Somewhere there are phantoms having their own funerals over and over again. The same

scene for centuries. The same moon rolling down the gutter of the same sky. Somewhere

they place a door at the beginning of a field and call it property. Somewhere, a tired man

won’t let go of his dead wife’s hand. God is a performing artist working only with

light and stone. Death is just a child come to take us by the hand, and lead us gently away.

Fear is the paralyzing agent, the viper that swallows us living and whole. And the devil,

wears a crooked badge, multiplies everything by three. You—my dark friend. And me.

Do Not Speak of the Dead by Cecilia Llompart

[poetrynstuff]

From The Summer Hikaru Died

[poetrynstuff]

[poetrynstuff]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[poetrynstuff]

— Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[poetrynstuff]

also to the random guy at the antique store: I saw you take out and leave that elon musk mug with hearts around his face and then drive away in your cyber truck. are you not proud of daddy musk anymore ? you abandoned the carcas of your golden calf yet rode away wearing its skin for all to see

[poetrynstuff]

Poetry

my pussy ferocious theykeep it at the zoo

[poetrynstuff]

"...There are certain events in the past, I’m afraid, from which I would wish to disassociate myself.”

“Absolutely, I know how you feel. Most of the fourteenth century, for instance, was pretty grim”

Quote from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (the book by Douglas Adam's, that is, not the TV Show)

studying ancient history will have you thinking stuff like The 18th century was basically yesterday

[poetrynstuff]

Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

[poetrynstuff]

inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

[poetrynstuff]

“Well,” said Reg, in a loudly confidential whisper, as if introducing the subject of nipple-piercing in a nunnery...

This is why I love Douglas Adam's

[poetrynstuff]

To Be Alive

by Gregory Orr

To be alive: not just the carcass But the spark. That's crudely put, but… If we're not supposed to dance, Why all this music?

[poetrynstuff]

Extactly. Honesty, USSR fucking sucked and saying shit like this is crazy. Like, I love socialism but that hot take is garbage. Come visit post Soviet countries and ask them how they feel about you drooling over Stalin. I know one person who was alive back then that thinks everything was better in the good old days of communism, and she also believes that vaccines are evil, all men cheat and climate change is a scam.

PS While capitalism had it's flaws from the very beginning, we live in technofeudalism now. The illusion of a free market is a joke.

incredibly fascinating to see liberals who have cheered on the destruction of the soviet union and consider the reintroduction of capitalism to eastern europe to be positive/an act of liberation suddenly being really confused and scratching their head as to how there could possibly be a resurgence of fascism across europe

[poetrynstuff]

turns out I’ll always carry my 15 year old self. silly me

[poetrynstuff]

"... and then the two of you, as a four-legged creature, struggling on the forest floor, eating itself

aware only of itself"

[poetrynstuff]

'I ignored him when he called me a pervert and a sick fuck. To my own surprise, I was unable to accept the shame he wanted me to feel: it was too familiar to be imposed. I had produced it myself for such a long time that, right then, I found I had no space left for it anymore'

[poetrynstuff]

“It was a mistake to keep this single knife in my heart so long, but it is my knife, and my heart, too,”

— Richard Jackson, from “Basic Algebra,” Richard Jackson Greatest Hits: 1980-2004 (Pudding House Publications, 2004)