devastatedbyyearning

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In love, but in life too. I think of all the childhood memories I've lost/am losing as time passes. I'm simply somewhere 'in the middle' now.

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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How quickly should you read a poem?

Should it take minutes, days, weeks? If it is a collection of poems, should you read them all at once or dole them out in stanzas like chocolates in an advent calendar?

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This is such a vulnerable excerpt. This makes me think of the lyrics in Breakeven by The Script:

I'm still alive, but I'm barely breathing Just praying to a God that I don't believe in

It also makes me think of Foreigner's God by Hozier: this unshakeable, deep-seated belief in spite of oneself. Often, forced on us by others.

But still my heart is heavy With the hate of some other man's beliefs ... Screaming the name of a foreigner's God The purest expression of grief Wondering who I copy ... All that I've been taught And every word I've got Is foreign to me

Joanna Macy, from a preface to Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

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Incentivizing timeliness for those inclined to procrastinate (morning routine)

I am a procrastinator. Sometimes it's intentional, oftentimes it's mindless.

Subsequently, I have this mindset I use to positive effect: I tell myself I'll buy myself coffee if I get out of the house in time.

I poke around in the mornings, sometimes I don't even want to get out of bed the the promise of maybe coffee gets me to move.

Inevitably, (for me at least) I get out of the house with enough time to catch the bus but not enough time to buy coffee. Thus, my rewards become:

>I caught the bus and saved money.

>I saved money by not buying coffee.

On days I do have enough time, sometimes the coffee shop isn't open so I save money anyway. When it is open, I get my coffee and the satisfaction of having started my day early enough to even buy coffee :)

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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Thought of the day

Instead of:

'A few screws short of a hardware store'

something like:

'Two cupcakes short of a cupcake factory.'

It could mean anything! But it probably means there's just a small something missing.

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lmao kpop in a nutshell

I was promised nerdy loser Fandom obsessed freaks but you're all like beautiful women with multiple degrees and a circle of friends

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Concept: Poems with context.

My idea is a little book with (potentially) low-context poetry in which the author offers, on the following (backside) page to each poem, the explanation/context/reasoning behind their words. There would be room to expound on their conscious literary device choices, and perhaps express uncertainty about an unresolved word choice or split decision.

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It's the yearning forever and always ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i have a longing that's killing me.

mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness

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This poem reminds me of Aurora's The River:

You can cry Drinking your eyes Do you miss the sadness when it's gone? And you let the river run wild

Perhaps it inspired her. Thank you to @let-the-river-run-wild for the gif :)

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“I used to speak in poetry. I would read poems, and I would memorize them. People would say, well what do you think, Audre. What happened to you yesterday? And I would recite a poem and somewhere in that poem would be a line or a feeling I would be sharing. In other words, I literally communicated through poetry. And when I couldn’t find the poems to express the things I was feeling, that’s what started me writing poetry, and that was when I was twelve or thirteen.” -Audre Lorde

Just discovered this amazing woman. I think lesbian poetry appeals to me a lot right now. I love this idea, though, of memorizing poems to communicate feelings. In a way, I have done that too. I know a few poems, and I reference them when it becomes relevant in a conversation.

My favorite is What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin.

I heard it while listening to the On Being podcast, which I originally heard about because Hozier said he listens to it. I admire Hozier's wide digest of literature and poetry and wish to acquire such a collection of knowledge for my own referencing purposes. It's so beautiful how he has inspired so many to read deeper. Further, there is so much beauty in the On Being podcast spreading poems to a new generation in a way that feels accessible to me, a person who considers herself a non-poem-reader, non-poet. Feeling that I could understand poems gave me the confidence to start writing my own.

Personal development project:

>Listen to On Being daily

>Work on memorizing a poem

>Write a line or two.

While I was memorizing Bible verses, Lorde was committing poetry to heart. How inspiring!

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My new muse is Adrienne Rich. Several poems by her caught my eye the other day. I found myself wanting to know more about her life and discovered this excellent article by the Poetry Foundation.

I feel silly any time I write poetry. Or really, any time I write. How dare I share my thoughts in some small way? What could I possibly contribute to the world? Maybe nothing. Maybe plenty. Maybe enough.

Hopefully, this blog will mark the beginning of a conscious effort to read more, share more thoughts, and become a better writer while I do it.

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Hello World~

Joining Tumblr about 15 years too late. Finally here to contribute to the dregs of the internet (and by dregs, I mean crème de la crème).