#Forch

[arcticyarn]

me and you, geegoslings... we are in this together.

[mournfulroses]

Carolyn Forché, from Blue Hour: Poems; “Elegy for an Unknown Poet,”

[vivacissimx]

'Every Time' by by Claribel Alegría (tr. Carolyn Forché)

[yourlazykitkat]

I’m an inkblade/oisaine truther through and through and while I’m devastated by the lack of any actual acknowledgement between them in the finale (other than adaine supported the notion of reviving them all and it being open-ended enough for my delusion to take over)- siobhan Thompson proves yet again that she knows what’s best for adaine because that epilogue of adaine and aelwyn was so fucking beautiful- I love these sisters so much

[woman-respecter]

man, the people at my company who work with the govt were offered a severance package, and those who don’t take it just have to deal with uncertainty about their jobs AND return to office. that’s so rough. fuck trump.

[woundgallery]

Carolyn Forche

[tina-aumont]

15 Gallows for a murderer lobby card

This film was made in 1964 when María Montez II was only 13 years old but it was released in 1967.

Plot - Accused of a hideous crime they did not commit, the members of two rivaling gangs, persecuted by a bloodthirsty lynch mob, take refuge in an abandoned fort, taking two hostages with them.

Margarita Lozano (credited as Margherita Lozano) is Mrs. Cook, the Widow, and she has two daughters: the eldest daughter, Anne Cook (played by Eleanora Brown), who is going to get married soon; and the younger daughter Liz Cook (played by María II).

This western film is directed by Nunzio Malasomma.

Photos from todocoleccion, very special thanks to @74paris for sharing!

[trashgremlendoesart]

WHAT IF I DIED FORCHE WHAT THEN HUH?!?!?!?

SPOILERS

SICK AND TWISTED WHAT NO MY BABY GIRL WHAT THE FUCK

JAYVIK THE FUCKKKKKKKK

WHERE IS MEL?!?!? WHERE IS EKKO?!?!? ISHA???? PLEASE

WHATR IN THE WHITE MAN JESUS AND JUDAS SHIT IS GOING ON

[xjmlm]

The world’s coolest dictator…

———-

WHAT YOU HAVE HEARD is true. I was in his house. His wife carried

a tray of coffee and sugar. His daughter filed her nails, his son went

out for the night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol on the

cushion beside him. The moon swung bare on its black cord over

the house. On the television was a cop show. It was in English.

Broken bottles were embedded in the walls around the house to

scoop the kneecaps from a man's legs or cut his hands to lace. On

the windows there were gratings like those in liquor stores. We had

dinner, rack of lamb, good wine, a gold bell was on the table for

calling the maid. The maid brought green mangoes, salt, a type of

bread. I was asked how I enjoyed the country. There was a brief

commercial in Spanish. His wife took everything away. There was

some talk then of how difficult it had become to govern. The parrot

said hello on the terrace. The colonel told it to shut up, and pushed

himself from the table. My friend said to me with his eyes: say

nothing. The colonel returned with a sack used to bring groceries

home. He spilled many human ears on the table. They were like

dried peach halves. There is no other way to say this. He took one

of them in his hands, shook it in our faces, dropped it into a water

glass. It came alive there. I am tired of fooling around he said. As

for the rights of anyone, tell your people they can go fuck them-

selves. He swept the ears to the floor with his arm and held the last

of his wine in the air. Something for your poetry, no? he said. Some

of the ears on the floor caught this scrap of his voice. Some of the

ears on the floor were pressed to the ground.

The Colonel

Carolyn Forche

May 1978, El Salvador

[arcticyarn]

[goblinparty]

super cool that outlook went down on the day of my work deadline

real fuckin' neat

[aureuscouncil]

Shut up, your grace.

(She talks about her beloved every other minute and we just have to deal)

[smakkabagms]

How is it possible that I am living here, as if a childhood dream had forced / an empty theater in which to mount a small production of its hopes?

Carolyn Forche

[strangetorpedos]

duckduckgo adopting those stupid ass ai summaries...is nothing sacred

[singlethread]

Rosa finally came and settled for the night

[sneindeer]

need someone to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket. and maybe pet my head,