#grit poems

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"in the old world, before the body / awoke and ruptured, / you followed your father shirtless / through the yard, grass bloody knees, / one of the men in your small cowboy / boots and muddied hands."

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[thetableintheback]

notes on lazy transexuality - jude francis

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(in italics) notes on lazy transexuality

the sweat collects under my tits whether i bind or not.

when i wear my hair long it is not in a feminine-wiles-hair-flip-tried-and-true way - it is more

half-sure-all-tired-curls-on-your-neck-glam-rock-pansy way.

hips too wide for mens jeans mean

my waist is drowned in fabric, hiding the curve of ass and stomach, where

soft flesh waits to be gripped by hands like mine, which reach out to

a reflection that must be explained away.

round face and patchy beard, the bikini top i flaunt because shit, i may not want it

but this chest is bangin' and

if you can see the transexuality glinting in my eyes, don't look away.

i have grown comfortable, and too lazy to try and pass

the nonstop examination of the eyes of the world, this interrogation where

there is no alibi, no getaway car or accomplice to bust me out this time.

there is only sweat and flesh and a body to be lived in, and by god

i will live. /end description]

[basilpaste]

& he forgives you dogs are like that so loyal dead dogs are just happy you're here Let Dead Dogs Lie, Silas Denver Melvin (from Grit)

〔You grit your teeth so hard that they shatter into fangs.〕

[invisiblemonstrosity]

pathetic polite - from grit by silas denver melvin ( @sweatermuppet) // photo by michal macku // photo by rusty1

[sweatermuppet]

i think what has helped keep me motivated + curious abt all matters of the world is to acknowledge when smthng is not for me. it's too broad, advanced, unrelatable, or just unlikable, & instead of being discouraged or frustrated in my inability to understand or enjoy, i say "this not for me, but i can recognize it may be for someone else." OR, & this helps me the most, i say "this is not for me right now. months or years from now, this may suit me better."

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @demandthedoodles and @greypetrel! I've mostly been fiddling with the fic I started posting on AO3, but here is some of another piece I've been working on as well. It's partially inspired by this poem:

I just love the contrast between all those long, hesitating lines and the abruptness of "Stand further off then! Go."

So, in relation to that, here is the precursor to the biggest fight Maria and Fenris ever have (this is...roughly three weeks after the Act 2 romance scene):

“You have a kind heart,” Hawke’s father had told her often when she was young.  It had usually been followed by a crucial word: but.   You have a kind heart—but the rabbit is beyond saving, but a kind heart will not help you when a demon comes to call, but you should let the boy fight if he wants to fight. Sometimes, the words were slightly different. Sometimes, Malcolm said instead, “Mijita, for the Maker’s sake, if you bring me to one more felled bridge I am leaving you to walk home alone,” or “Maria, you should not have shocked him back to life. I told you, did I not, what it means to be a mage? We are leaving; pack your bags.” But what he always, always meant to say was: you have a kind heart, but—

Malcolm was the first, but he wasn’t the last.  “I don’t know why you bother, Hawke,” Varric said often, feet propped on his table, shaking his head. “Doesn’t make a lick of sense to me.” “I’ve no idea what you see in him,” Anders had said just a few weeks, glaring after Sebastian as he walked away. “He is beyond helping.”  “I will never understand why you let that man speak to you so,” Aveline had said more than once, scowling over something Anders had said.  Or— “you do know that the elf is like an angsty porcupine, right?”  Sometimes, she felt like snapping in return: there is no point. I don’t know why I bother, either. But—there was no point in snapping, either, was there? They didn’t really want to know why.  But Merrill—Merrill wanted to know why. Sometimes, Merrill didn’t even add the “but.” Sometimes, she just told Hawke that she was kind, no qualifiers. That was why Maria liked to spend time with her: Merrill didn’t waste time on prevarications like that. You were who you were, for good or ill, and she seemed to see little point in chiding one to change.  Merrill was her friend; Hawke might even have been tempted to call Merrill her dearest friend, if she’d ever felt inclined to bestow such a distinction. It hurt her to see Merrill hurt, to hear the tears in her voice as they trudged back up through the bowels of the mountain.  “Pol,” she said somewhere behind Hawke, “what was he thinking? He acted like I was a monster.”  “His death isn’t your fault,” Hawke wanted to say, but Fenris spoke first.  “You are a monster.”  Hawke stopped dead, turning on her heel to look at them. Fenris was not looking at her; he was looking at Merrill, disgust plain on his face. Isabela stared at him, moving to set a hand on Merrill’s shoulder. “You aren’t helping,” the pirate told him.  Tears had long since begun to fall down Merrill’s cheeks, darkening the collar of her dress, and when Isabela drew her closer more of them fell from her chin to the green fabric below.  “Good,” Fenris snapped. He opened his mouth to say more, but glanced at Hawke and shut it again.  You are a monster.  Hawke could not say if she was angrier for Merrill or herself. No—she couldn’t say what she was feeling at all, really. Fenris looked at her, his mouth pressed into a narrow line, but at last he turned away.  “Come on,” Hawke told Merrill, reaching for the elbow Isabela wasn’t holding. “Let’s get us out of these caves, alright? Nothing is ever helped by the addition of giant spiders.” Merrill nodded, her hands steady despite her tears, and allowed herself to be led from the caves.  You are a monster. 

Tagging: @star--nymph @ndostairlyrium @heniareth @daggerbean @alta-et-astra @palipunk @dungeons-and-dragon-age @idolsgf

[sneez]

The General in Retirement / written 28.08.22

[quillofnam]

beautiful surrender

To my fellow wanderers,

There’s beauty in not always knowing where you want to go in life—the utter surrender to the unknown. Always somewhere between blooming and withering, burning and drowning, climbing and staying still—a surfer to the ever-shifting waves of life.

It is through this surrender that we find a sense of liberation from the constraints of a predetermined path. A curse to some, a privilege to many. In that liminal space between certainty and ambiguity, we are given the opportunity to navigate through the uncharted waters of our existence—to stretch our passions in peak form—multidimensionally. There’s this trust, blind yet sure, that we know the odds will work out in our favor one way or another, given the unyielding grit.

You’ve seen it before. You’ll see it again.

by: NAM

[butchrat]

"wounded people love other wounded things" loving someone while you're both sick

Taylor swift

Nicole Homer

Micha Nemerver

Jean-Paul Sartre

Aleksandra Waliszewska.

Holly black

[thebreakfastgenie]

I got specifically asked for an unpopular mash opinion and forgot to mention that the Rudyard Kipling line fucking blows and anyone who makes a big deal out of it in fic or generally does anything other than politely ignore it is wrong. I mean I've said it before but that one always bears repeating.

I do not want Hawkeye or BJ to be Kipling fans thanks. I can't do anything about it in canon besides be like well they're quoting famous poetry it doesn't mean they specifically like Kipling but I sure as hell can be like fuck no when it comes to fic.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

@sweatermuppet this beauty just arrived <3

[transtribbles]

Nineteen and Twenty by Silas Denver Melvin (GRIT, 2020)

[katierosefun]

i need to write a ghost story i need to write a love story i need to write historical fiction i need to write a 16-episode korean drama i need to write a 5-season sitcom i need to write a short film i need to write a feature film i need to write a coming of age story i need to write a weird modern fantasy i need to rewrite a fairytale i need to write something i need to always bounce between genres and mediums i will not be contained by genres and styles i will constantly exasperate readers and the overall marketing scheme by never fitting in a single box i will constantly dabble in new forms of writing i will never be predictable and etc

[scare-ard--sleigh]

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

archer, 01x02, 02x06, 07x03, 12x01 / richard siken, “you are jeff” 

[sweatermuppet]

comment on a tiktok of my poem let dead dogs lie & they had it right the first time

[thecityhermit]

From AJ Addams’ collection of poetry and prose, Doll House. New chapter up now!