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typaphobe · 1 year

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I started a poetry substack in 2023. In 2022, I wrote each day. This year, I’ll publish one thing a day along with some art created for the words. I hope you are able to enjoy.

Today’s post on #typaphobe is about fathers. Here is a selection: A father is just kindling and paper for his children's fires. For the full post, you can follow this link: https://open.substack.com/pub/fosterious/p/one-might-require-a-bonfire?r=1dvrku&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

#fatherhood #father #poetry #visual poetry #visual culture #digital collage #digital aritst #collage art #poemas #poems and poetry #poem a day #poem about fathers #typaphobe #fosterious

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asoftepiloguemylove · 3 months

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I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE

Chen Chen Poplar Street // pinterest // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Janet Fitch // Taylor Swift seven // @girltwinkabigail // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Mitski Class of 2013 // Taylor Swift You're On Your Own, Kid // Margaret Atwood Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via @freshberries) // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Salman Rushdie East, West // Emily Palermo // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Desireé Dallagiacomo Sink

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inkskinned · 2 years

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oh, i love the way relationships develop their own personal language of love. when all that joy shows the way they love you. i love when it is a little icon to who they are, to how you get along with them.

my sister takes a picture of a dead bug and sends it to me - this is you. my friend asks me how the move is going; she put a reminder in her phone to check up on me. i put a piece of ice down my friend's back, he returns the favor by holding my phone over my head and making me jump to catch it. jason and i scream-sing green day while going all of 15 miles an hour down country roads. molly is who i go to for a quiet night in with 5 dollar wine.

i go out for dinner with them and have to step outside to take a phone call; when i come back they've ordered my favorite appetizer without needing to be asked. andrew and i have a long-standing tradition of him picking me up to spike me directly into the first soft-looking surface around. i don't even need to speak to my best friend - she and i will just look at each other and have an entire conversation. burst out laughing at 3 PM, high and cackling like we're evil witches. i just moved by myself into a new city - my brother keeps introducing me to his friends that now live close to me. he always says - oh yeah, this is sibling and then pretends to ignore me. for days now, my family has been in and out of my apartment, just tinkering with things; making sure i am settling in nicely.

i usually have watermelon instead of cake for my birthday; kim forces a full yankee candle into the rind so i can have something to blow out and wish on. for 20 minutes on a saturday, all us grown adults crawl into one bed to have a cuddle puddle like we're in high school again. every 20 seconds someone starts giggling, and then we're laughing again. nick calls me from california; we both groan about the price of tickets, agonizing. miranda and i meet up in the city for the first time in years - without discussing it beforehand, the minute we lay eyes on each other, we both strike gruesome little gremlin poses instead of waving. dean always goes for the hug. joe always does a single firm handshake. sometimes i think about my friends and get so happy i just start crying.

oh, how wonderful to live in a world where affection is biologically ingrained in us. how wonderful that affection helps us build our single greatest strength - community. how wonderful that affection is our body's way of saying - thing is good, let's keep. how wonderful, this language, this skein we weave! to show the other person - i might not always say it. but i love that you live in me.

#btw the ''this is sibling'' is legitimately what he says #which is actually very sweet of him bc it's gender affirming #he does not use my name #my family addresses each other as ''sibling'' ''mother'' ''father'' and it is actually kind of cute #in a serial killer way.#idk just very in love with the languages ppl develop which aren't usual #like im a poet #i might write a poem about you #but there's something special about like ''this is my person to be spiked into the ground by''#you know?#btw i live in boston now #please hit me up i want more friends

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vantesa · 10 months

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aziracrow as yearning/longing love

references, by order: (kierston white — the chaos of stars; welcome to the night vale: ep 100, toast; czeslaw milosz — new and collected poems; taylor swift — the lakes)

#good omens 2 #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #i wrote this as love story by father neil gaiman #and they’re lovers #i want to hug and protect them #i’m sorry this might be the hundred post i make about them #silly sad poems #retired from sadness now i’m gay

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llovelymoonn · 8 months

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Heyyyy hope you're doing wonderful, can I ask you for a web weaving about a daughter growing up to be more like her father?! I'm curious to see what you going to feed me, have a beautiful day.

joan didion blue nights (via @metamorphesque) \\ ari banias anybody: poems: "who you're about to be" \\ frederic belaubre chimeras 19-5 \\ -- \\ starry eyes (2014) dir. kevin kölsch & dennis widmyer \\ valérie bah the rage letters (tr. kama la mackerel) \\ @gorgynei

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brookheimer · 1 year

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roman roy + “waste sonata” by sharon olds

#i know this will get no notes bc no one cares ab random poem parallels but like. y’all #read this fucking excerpt . it is so painfully roman it hurts #like it is honest to god my roman manifesto. this is roman #succession #roman roy #logan roy #sharon olds #succession spoilers #i need someone to go insane over this with me it’s been driving me fucking mad #‘his love the goal of a quest’ “he was the god of love and i was a shit’ ‘whatever was inside [me] was not good it was white stink bad #manna’ ‘i was demonic but at least i breathed out from the sour dazed scum within my fathers truth’#‘well it’s fun talking about this’ ‘i have learned to get some pleasure from speaking of pain’#like?!?!?!?!()#literature #poetry #long post #100 #casey shut the fuck up about roman roy

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benitariums · 2 months

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— questions about the father, elizabeth lindsey rogers

#insert hannigram with abigail hobbs #poetry #spilled ink #elizabeth lindsey rogers #questions about the father #nbc hannibal #abigail hobbs #will graham #hannigram #literature #lit #classic literature #poems and poetry #words words words

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egharcourt · 7 months

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They say there’s no scene that humanizes Jesus more than his prayer at Gethsemane. Matthew, Mark, and Luke all reiterate the same desperate plea: “Take this cup away from me.” Luke goes even further in describing Jesus’ agony, so tangible it manifested as sweat that fell to the ground like drops of blood. It’s almost theatrical, in a way— the composed Christ inconsolable, the faithful Martyr faltering.

But I know that anguish is not ephemeral. For it festers within you, bursts out from you when you can control it no more, and ends with you. They only see the eruption. We hear about Jesus as a precocious child, questioning his earthly parents, “Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?” Does knowing his Father mean knowing his demise? Did that comprehension come later? Was he as oblivious as Issac then, asking his father on their journey, “Where is the lamb for the burnt offering?” At what point did he realize that he was the lamb that God had provided? When he learned that fate meant him to die did he realize it entailed such cruelty?

It’s perfectly reasonable if he didn’t. The sacrificial lamb is always adored. Without blemish, without broken bones, without fault. They dote upon you like a prince until they pin you to the chopping block. Your father nurturing you with a knife in one hand, saying, I love you so much that I’ll let you bleed out for God.

And you’ve internalized it. You’ll cry when you see the altar, but you’ve long ago conceded that you can’t escape doom. So you bargain to make it a little more endurable, to meet the end with a bit more poise and dignity. It’s the final resolute “May your will be done.” It’s Issac struggling in his binds until his strength is spent, taking one last glance up at Abraham to whisper, Make it hurt less.

"Elegy for the Messiah by the Sacrificial Child-Lamb on the Altar", E. G. Harcourt

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charzeewrites · 3 months

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I hate my father, and I hate myself,

Because I am his daughter,

And therefore I am him.

#original poem #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #quick write #free write #original writing #writing #queer poetry #queer poets #queer community #family issues #father #i hate my dad #daddy issues #poetry about dads #tw selfhate #i am my fathers daughter

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filmnoirsbian · 2 years

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I think largely it's assumed that poetry and fiction, more than really any other artistic medium except perhaps for music, must be autobiographical in some way. If a story or poem is sad, the writer or poet must be sad. If a story or poem is romantic, the writer or poet must be in love and writing about the person they're in love with. In reality, sometimes a poet just wants to write about grief, even if they themselves are not grieving.

#richard siken perfect example #tcp #I've written many poems about fathers dying and this has led a lot of people to assume my father is dead #when really he's perfectly fine and currently building furniture on a farm in new york #there was a very good essay abt this topic i read once which was specific to women writers who get this treatment a lot #i wish i remembered the author's name #writing

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mother-of-houseplants-2 · 6 days

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yes & no // natalie vee, wondersmithinc // part one

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maxwelljacobfriedman · 1 year

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Dear Cody - a poem by Maxwell Jacob Friedman

#mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #cody rhodes #he was my heel #shoutout to the guy who yells that wasn't a poem #he's right and he should say it #i 100% bet you this is a real father's day message max wrote to his dad #i am thinking about cody describing max as a little baby stuck to his hip in that one interview #their relationship is a lot. it's just a lot #unrelated: do you think mjf went to punk's q&a at this starrcast?

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muadweeb · 1 year

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THE TWO BROTHERS BY IVAN SERGEYEVICH TURGENEV

STANNIS AND RENLY BARATHEON IN ASOIAF BY GEORGE R R MARTIN

#the two brothers #ivan turgenev #grrm #asoiaf #stannis baratheon #renly baratheon #valyrianscrolls #baratheon brothers #i was reading fathers and sons and i wanted to learn more about turgenev when i came across this poem I LITERALLY SCREAMEF #cause LOVE and HUNGER? as brothers??? THATS JUST RENLY AND STANNIS #renly who is a lover at core...lover of art lover of men lover of glory.....#and stannis is just HUNGRY....hungry for love...hungry for recognition...was hungry like starved for real #i was literally sobbing reading that poem.....#russian prose and poetry beloved <3 #valyriansource #house baratheon

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iphigeniacomplex · 8 months

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you could make a riverdale out of this

#my thoughts on the poem as a whole aside this bit has always struck me. and it does make me think of hal cooper to be frank but i could ->#<- see a veronica or cheryl read of this as well. thats the thing about riverdale: fathers in it #i need to sleep and then finish some work and THEN maybe start talking abt the house of cooper but idk who will like what i have to say #so this post kind of functions as a softlaunch for that. im going to sleep now though #it speaks!#riverdale #house of cooper #<- for further rumination

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litany-writes · 6 months

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belshazzar's feast

#poetry #litany-writes-poetry #technically part of the church notes collection bc that's what it is but i digress #this one lowkey might be incomprehensible to anyone other than me but for context it's based off of/inspired by the story in Daniel 5 #which is about the fall of the babylonians #and also the origin of the phrase “the writing's on the wall”#tfw God crashes your end-of-the-world rager and says you've wasted your rule and caused the ruin of your father's empire #religious #religious poetry #litany write a poem without including a reference to blue eyes challenge: SUCCESS #litany write a poem without including a reference to religious guilt challenge: ...failed...

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aphrodites-serenade · 9 months

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A Tall Child

I often think about how embarrassing it is for me to yearn for something that was never mine. I mean, I'm not a child anymore. I can't remember the last time I felt like a child. The sight of a child holding hands with their parents shouldn't make me feel hollow, but it does. I see parents hug their children tightly and think, if only my parents did that. I look at my mother, apologizing to my youngest brother as she gently pats his back. She says words I was dying to hear as a kid. Why couldn't you do the same for me? I look at the father and daughter sitting at the table across from me, completely absorbed in their conversation. Even though my own father sits next to me, we act as if we're strangers. I hear my classmates talk about wanting to move close to their parents, how they're glad they supported them this far, how they want to repay them someday and— I can't listen anymore. It's impossible to escape this ideal. Happy families are plastered on screens, hugging and kissing their children. It hurts to see toxic families in movies magically forgive each other and start anew, knowing that this opportunity never existed for me. Is it too selfish to want more than what I received? Is it selfish to mourn over what could've been yours, too?

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