#concrete poetics

[artistsoftheunknown]

(d)foggd

what happens when the empathy daze sets us adrift across decades of amnesia, with no remnants of occurrence to hold up to the light? post-hoc sutures do their best to maintain an image of years gone by to little affair; played off by the muted blues of star-crossed incongruences.

what's found scattered about can be made to replicate past as new mutation. time spent traversing scarred landscapes taught me to arrange said pieces anew, for the path ahead bares in mind, yet does not heed warnings of trial & error.

[reasonsforhope]

Hey adults: Why do you like being an adult? What do you like about your life?

A couple weeks ago I told the kids at my work that "Being an adult is pretty nice, actually," and they looked shocked, laughed incredulously, and told me I was the first person they'd ever heard say that

So clearly we adults need to talk about this way more often

The past few years have been hard for a lot of people, me included. Covid sucked. I lost three relatives and three pets in one year. Right after lockdown ended, I got badly injured, and ended up housebound for six months and (much more) disabled for two years, and that sucked too.

And you know what? Literally all of that was easier and better than being a teenager.

I like being an adult. I like my life. Even when it's hard, it's mine, and I am building to the best of my ability the a life that I want to live.

I talked about a lot of why being an adult is something worth looking forward to in my last post, so right now I'll simply say this:

I love actually knowing who I am now. I love that I learned and am learning what I want and need. I love that I have independence and autonomy and don't get treated like a kid. I love the fact that I'm the one who gets to decide want I want to do and what I need. I also love that I'm learning to sew. I love that I've had pet rats, and next will have a pet cat. I love that I got top surgery. I love the way I've decorated my room. I love traveling to visit and crash and even just hang out and do work with my friends, when I can. I love that I started reading good news every day, and that I actually have hope for the future, and that I started this blog and have been able to help give so many other people hope, too.

So, here's a call to action for my fellow adults: comment or reply or tag what you like about being an adult. What you love about your life.

Let's give some kids some reasons for hope.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Turning that encounter with Booal over in my head this morning (I do not chose the topics my brain focuses on). Once again; me reading into things and frowning, and content warnings for discussions of sexual abuse and co.

Larian doesn't go into this side of Durge much, so it could just be a poetic way of saying you're betraying your god? But that sexual trauma is there, however far it went, so it could be tied in? I literally cannot tell.

Firstly, it occurs to me that this could in fact be Durge calling themselves a slut there, considering they're described as feeling guilty. I don't know if that's better or worse than Bhaal accusing them in their subconscious and Durge feeling guilty in response. That line "I love you" from the released feral ending springs to mind again; honestly, I think that might be worse for me than the gnolls. Just one of the million things about their abuse Durge probably needs to unpack.

And also it's hard to tell if I'm reading into this, because with the Dark Urge origin the writing seems to veer from black comedy and then touches on very heavy topics and then carries on like nothing happened. I can't tell if the line "tart of a false god" is simply supposed to be poetic (probably?) but considering Bhaal absolutely does plan to use Durge as breeding stock, and the fact that the note is in the same area, and just... the things Sceleritas comes out with that are definitely creepy in an almost definitely sexual way? Is this supposed to be creepy, or is it a joke, Larian?

And if he were a company head or something, instead of a god, Bhaal would in fact be getting a million HR reports for sexual harassment: He's impregnated possibly hundreds of his own followers, apparently gives all of them serial-killer orgasms, and plans to sexually exploit his kids and his Chosen. The concept that Bhaalists would consider giving their allegiance to another god as some kind of infidelity doesn't sound far off.

[kemetic-dreams]

[bunmellos]

this world is full of all kinds of people for example i just met a misandrist grandpa

[b4kuch1n]

one thing I thought was missing from canon sk8 was the mine being haunted apparently. so we are bringing that into burnished house for absolutely no fucking reason

[westywallowing]

been listening to playlists and reading blog posts of other people with different types of chronic pain disorders, and it's honestly been the most comforting and least lonely thing in my journey. it really is something where you don't truly understand the feeling unless you're unfortunate enough to experience it yourself

[thejugheadparadox]

I'm so fucking sad about this :(

[purple-phonograph]

Absurdity

I ponder this vast expanse, absurd at best- when left to chance. And while at starry comets I marvel, witnessing bliss I will soon forget, I look up to think I am looking down- as if stars were but a scattered crowd. And that I am merely at the top of a timer, affixed to the sphere of a bright blue marble whose grains of sand pour out. And in the pouring I faintly remember, those words that I could barely shout. No louder than a half-wished whisper, "That if this is existence, By soul or chance, it's rather absurd, this earthly trance"

[annadeusxoxo]

[artistsoftheunknown]

duenorth

city contains more than i can ask for, yet, it lacks what's needed to keep soul afloat. mystic healing retreat; faux redemption under nourishment from nameless stream. i plead with the essence to allow me to recede from hazy fixations decorating the mundane. can't tell if the structure is natural, or exists on a predicate: that we remain in darkness, deceived by faintest sliver of light. we'd be strung up if they knew of unhatched plots born from dereliction. can we blame them for being so obscene, when so many clamor to be free? talons sink deeper when the nest is threatened.

[hartenlust]

there's this odd commodification of greek myths. very strange and uncomfortable

[equalseleventhirds]

me? working on a game design idea i had literally years ago?? when i have a dozen other projects, some with actual deadlines, screaming for my attention??? It's More Likely Than You Think!!!

anyway, time for 'this city loves you // this city will eat you alive', pbta-ish probably but also i do what i waaaant so not the standard most likely

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Revival

Rmmmmmmmmm every bolt and fastening rattling

Rmmmmmmmmm they rev and lean – it’s frightening

how the adrenaline grips, how the setting sun gold-dips

spectators in the honey of its slow-extinguished rays

as the jostling door of the rushing lead motor clips

the asphalt by the soft zed of the poly-form chicane.

These young men – old motors – forgotten coronet

tarnishing with the post-war era silverware in some

middle-England mid-league college medals cabinet.

And the drivers race on, into the melted orange sun.

Neck hairs prickle as someone walks on my grave.

[1introvertedsage]

Natured

Can’t get to Nature So I bring Nature to Me. Concrete jungle living Sore sight to see.

Dreaming up the day Where I can have my way. Letting my mind play Gets me closer everyday.

Hearing the birds sing And the tales the Wind brings. Gifts with more to say. Trees that know my name.

Whispers on the weather And ways to do it better. Turning bright skies from gray. A glorious display.

News of the big move. The filling of big shoes. A task not far away.

~Odalys M.~

[lezhka]

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