#poetry in the mundane

[leidensygdom]

i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot

So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They've never used another charger for said phone.

Now, they've tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn't matter how much they've searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.

The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: "The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they've mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place."

And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there's a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they've destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They've hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.

This too is toxic yuri to me-

[tobemadeofglass]

currently at a laundromat, waiting for my friend to come back from target to bring dryer sheets. I'm just watching things and soap spin around. Im listening to a podcast, two ladies on the end are chatting like friends. An olde man came in and put a beautiful scalloped blanket in. there's poetry somewhere here but I don't have the words for it

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[europasage]

on being alive.

@delepiphany on pinterest // lucy dacus, please stay // @arthoesunshine // @leaf.guy_ on tiktok // bo burnham, that funny feeling // @peepuddle

[reasonsforstaying]

when ocean vuong said "this mess i made i made with love" and raymond carver said "would i live my life over again? make the same unforgivable mistakes? yes, given half the chance. yes" and you realize that the imperfection is what makes your life what it is. iain reid said "everything's both ethereal and clunky" and virginia woolf said "the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder" and it is really a blessing to live on the light and the dark and have everything meet in the middle. and sometimes it's night and it's raining so hard and it's getting worse and worse and you wonder if it's really worth it to stay. but then in the morning the sun rises and there's a rainbow and it's so quiet. and the sky lives for no one but itself and the birds are singing and you are experiencing something so lovely and mary oliver was right to say "it is a serious thing to just be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world" and you are learning how to live.

[judas-redeemed]

the joy of being known

true blue - boygenius >> milsae >> presumably dead arm - sidney gish >> a bookmark near the end - julia nicole camp >> tumblr user @bananaanna1 >> tumblr user gayassnatural (old url)

[thoughtkick]

You always made the loveliest mistakes

Max Mundan

[babytoothbrain]

Love in the Grocery Store

"The Last Time", Rachel McKibbens// A Letter to Momo// "On the Intimacy of the Mundane", Eve Lion// Home of the Brave, Katherine Applegate//

[thehopefulquotes]

You always made the loveliest mistakes

Max Mundan

[perfectquote]

You always made the loveliest mistakes

Max Mundan

[everythingisconfetti]

what is the best love song ever written and why is it Fair by The Amazing Devil?

[fictionadventurer]

NaPoWriMo #14: A poem about two people who start out as enemies and become lovers

Change of Heart

In preschool you were horrid, smashing sand into my face. In second grade, you tripped me in the big three-legged race. In middle school, you mocked me when I lost the spelling bee and acted like you'd vomit when you came in sight of me.

Our senior year, you saved me when my date left me at prom. You drove me home and helped me to explain it to my mom. Our freshman year of college, we were partners in that class. Without your help in chemistry I never would have passed.

When Dad was in that car crash you stayed with me while I cried. I wanted to be with him but I had no other ride. You ditched all of your classes and you took me 'cross the state. The tacos we got afterward were kind of our first date.

We fought at graduation and agreed that we were through. Then for the next two years I thought I was well rid of you. When in town for Joe's wedding, I was far beyond surprised when you found me in private and at last apologized.

We kept in constant contact through our emails, texts, and calls Before long it was like we'd never been apart at all. I've found that I can trust you and share with you everything yet I didn't expect you to show up here with a ring.

When looking at the past we've shared, we had a rocky start, but proofs of your good nature gave you place within my heart. I've seen you at your worst and also seen you at your best, so with how well I know you I just have to answer

Yes.

[resqectable]

You always made the loveliest mistakes

Max Mundan

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Poet

-

I've been finding beauty

In the mundane.

My eyes linger on the street lights

Against the moon's darkness;

Linger on the way the sun hits billboard signs

To cast backwards letters across bleached cement.

The way how

Even though I don't feel human,

It's beautiful sometimes,

To see them.

It can be lonely on the outside,

Admiring the art others have left.

Feeling small in a world

Much too big for me.

The compounding failures of friendship,

The ways I always let you down-

Seem to melt away when the breeze kisses my skin.

It feels like a curse, most days.

To see beauty in everyday simplicity.

Today, it just feels like..

Me.

x

[retroappaloosa]

i’m below a story of century old brick but they can see me beaming from space

[judas-redeemed]

intimacy in the mundane

wouldn't it be nice by the beach boys ➢ @/goldenhour.pdf on instagram ➢ presumably dead arm by sidney gish ➢ @/ujaeyunn on instagram ➢ i will by mitski ➢ joy harjo ➢ @groceries-with-me on tumblr (me!)