#poetry substack

[ivaspinoza]

For the ones joining my new writing-only blog, my baby Substack: I will upload one poem every day for the next 15 days, so expect some e-mails in your inbox! :)

If you have been here for a while, you must know I was in desperate need of a writing-only platform — in fact, if you remember, I even tried a side blog, but that didn't work for me (and the novel is cooking atm). So, for the sake of my peace of mind and my writing, I will upload all the poetry in here to this sparkling, brand-new Substack.

After a few days on that platform, though, I can already tell I'm not going to follow what I perceived to be the pattern. Do I feel like a fish out of the water? Yes. Do I plan to change? No. Is it good for ''marketing''? Nope! But I literally can't force myself into a non-authentic space. It gives me anxiety.

I believe in using the platform instead of letting the platform use me. I'm free. That is unnegotiable. So, I will do my best on my own terms, as many things annoy me about the writing culture of these times we live in and I refuse to wear the halter. Oh, I promise I'll never try to coach you, start mothering you, or try to sell you a "how to write poetry in 5 steps" guide. No hooking titles. I won't join the experts-on-shit FOMO cult to prey on other people's triggers or to feel ''good'' about myself at the expense of others. This type of thing actually creeps me out.

But I do promise we can just resonate and inspire each other by being honest and raw, by having a brave heart so we can keep being kind, and by pursuing truth, beauty and art... How about that? We can enjoy the vibe and cultivate this appreciation of words! We can even chat as writer friends, as reader friends or just as friends friends — and encourage each other through real, second-intention-free presence.

If my writing doesn't touch you, it's fine. If yours doesn't touch me, it's fine. It's not personal, it's not a bad thing. We are all finding our voice. The day you think you know everything, you're dead, so we have to keep searching, moving and growing together! How many times have I needed the words from @cssnder @goodluckclove @hersurvival or @remnantofabrokensoul, and so many others around here (iykyk)? And I'm very grateful for every word and idea you all shared here in this amazing space, helping me to keep going, to break from my shell and lay another brick in the foundations of what I want to create.

That is the beauty of it. Creation demands connection. That is respect and human experience. And I repeat it: sometimes what I create won't touch anyone but me.

Oh, but what if it does!

Well, that being said: I actually do have some crazy ideas for the Substack. At first, the focus was on creating some substantial and self-indulgent content about literature (I like to study). Although I still think that's important, exciting and valid, Poetry is making its way through my inked fingers more and more, demanding space, attention, and voice; so I will not neglect this calling.

What about the future? I don’t know. Paid subscriptions for specific academic literature content? Prophetic, devotional newsletters?Generating debates on books for the community? Just poetry that you can read for free and not engage at all because I can be quite antisocial at times? Digging around some old ancient advice on writing? None of the above? Anything is possible, really. For now, I will slow down and avoid contributing to the hamster wheel of modern despair for the speed of light living and likes.

For now, poetry, please.

And tea. Lots of tea, because it's raining.

The grass looks so green!

[orpheuslament]

Listening to The Mountain Goats while on public transport, Dante Émile

[filmnoirsbian]

[soulmaking]

from orchid woman summer

[shriekingpyre]

HEAVY HANDED, ryn selene

tips

[ tags: @hauntedwoman @geryone @hangsawoman ]

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Preview:

You have to learn from your father, or someone as close to you - no, not right. Sometimes you learn better because of the distance. You have to learn from someone you look up to the way a young shepherd at the base of the mountain looked up at Prometheus carrying fire and could not tell where he ended and divinity began. 

Note: you can hate them, of course. A hate is also a kind of worship, the same way atheism might be. A negative so vivid it shapes where the love would've been, had there been any cause for it. 

[lettersxcaffeine]

"Whenever she gave me any of her books, she always hid them under a bouquet of violets or a basket of fruit or a length of oriental silk." -Colette

[nikiabella]

[prehistoricmancunt]

how to write a collage poem - read a more thorough explanation on my substack here!

[orpheuslament]

x

[benitariums]

benita rosalind, "i hold a wolf by the ears"

[schuylerpeck]

excerpt from today’s newsletter, “analyzing the over-apology”

schuyler peck / instagram: hiitssky

[ohmerricat]

a diaristic prose-fragment-undefinable-textual-reflection on climate change, sudden awareness, naïve gratitude, dubious blessings in disguise, realisations dawning, normality coming to a close, and the dismissal of early signs of danger. title after nope (2022, dir. jordan peele)

the original title, local warning for global warming, was scrapped because it sounded more like a pithy protest slogan than something attached to a poem you’d actually want to read.

by jamie doe 9.10.23

[sunsetpan0rama]

the spectrum of longing

[shriekingpyre]

FIGURE.07, ryn selene

tips

[ tags: @hauntedwoman @geryone @hangsawoman ]

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

I am back on my bullshit, boys