There is an ache that begins
in the sound of an old blues song.
It becomes a house where all the lights have gone out
but one.
And it burns and burns
until there is only the blue smoke of dawn
and everyone is sleeping in someone's arms
even the flowers
even the sound of a thousand silences.
And the arms of night
in the arms of day.
Everyone except me.
The moon plays horn, leaning on the shoulder of the dark universe
to the infinite glitter of chance. Tonight I watched Bird kill himself,
larger than real life. I've always had a theory that some of us
are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies. Out to here,
father than his convoluted scales could reach. Those nights he
played did he climb the stairway of forgetfulness, with his horn,
a woman who is always beautiful to strangers? All poets
understand the final uselessness of words. We are chords to
other chords to other chords, if we're lucky, to melody. The moon
is brighter than anything I can see when I come out of the theater,
than music, than memory of music, or any mere poem. At least
I can dance to "Ornithology" or sweet-talk beside "Charlie's Blues,"
but inside this poem I can't play a horn, hijack a plane to
somewhere where music is the place those nerve endings dangle.
Each rhapsody embodies counterpoint, and pain stuns the woman
in high heels, the man behind the horn, sings the heart.
To survive is sometimes a leap into madness. The fingers of
saints are still hot from miracles, but can they save themselves?
Where is the dimension a god lives who will take Bird home?
I want to see it, I said to the Catalinas, to the Rincons,
to anyone listening in the dark. I said, Let me hear you
by any means: by horn, by fever, by night, even by some poem
attempting flight home.
Obsessed with how Obi-Wan calls Anakin right after having a conference call with the other Jedi Masters because the moment Anakin said he'll do as 'instructed' Obi-Wan knew with absolute confidence that the little shit will most certainly not do as instructed
Starwarstober Day 16, Jedi.
Uno reverse card! Anakin and Obi-Wan tried to go undercover as clones, so this time Cody and Rex go undercover as Jedi! I don't know what I did to make them look so babyfaced skfjls but here we are anyway, they look like they'd be padawaaaaaans
i miss them. my favorite commander/general ship of all time...sorry codywan & rexwalker you lose to the sapphics forever and always.
(now, rexanidala and blyla are never in competition. theyre always tied. but rexwalker vs blyla is another story. always gonna be failgirl whos madly in love & obsessed with her wife. it goes both ways but ouuughhhh)
Hate when people try to say Anakin didn’t love Padme. THE STORY MAKES NO SENSE IF HE DOESNT LOVE PADME. Is his love for her healthy? Fuck no! But the love was there.
Whoops! Keep on meaning to post this! As you can see by my date, I drew it awhile ago!
Here’s another Vurawn because I love my blue baby boy 🥺 He’s a little ruffled or indignant, I guess. I imagine Vurawn was probably always a little worked up about something that his peers or the adults in his life did but he couldn’t really speak out or do anything about it, so he’s just quietly frustrated instead.
very sad still see the saria/silence divorce headcanon still going around
have you ever tried to consider that they never dated before lone trail because it would be unrealistic with the timeline and the events and also because it would be overshadowing the actual truth of why they couldn't get along