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sfsolstice · 3 days

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tuck the future away down into that box underneath your bed— it will be there when you're ready tomorrow, or the day after, or the next, or the next; you can put down the pen, put down the page, put down all of your fears, just for right now— i know the world will keep turning, and life will go whether you follow behind, but i promise, just one day to sit outside in the spring, to lie tired in bed all day, to blast your music to sing, to cry to yourself everything is never a waste, not in this short life of ours, not when there is still so much of the world to see— those frustrations and those worries, they can wait for all of eternity, if you let them... so what is just one day to let you do what you do best? frowning, crying, laughing smiling, living—!

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sh4rpobjects · 1 year

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Sylvia Plath Photographed at the Beach (1954)

#sylvia plath #poetry #female poets #famous poets #girlblogging #lana del rey #girl interrupted syndrome #1950s photography #1950s #art #vintage #photography #poetscommunity #women poets #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #writers and poets

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uwmspeccoll · 2 months

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International Women's Day

In celebration of Women’s History Month and International Women’s Day (March 8), we’re showcasing one of writer, educator, intersectional feminist, poet, civil rights activist, and former New York public school librarian Audre Lorde’s (1934–1992) early collections of poetry. From a Land Where Other People Live was published in 1973 by Detroit’s groundbreaking Broadside Press. This independent press was founded in 1965 by poet, University of Detroit librarian, and Detroit’s first poet laureate Dudley Randall (1914-2000) with the mission to publish the leading African American poetry of the time in a well-designed format that was also "accessible to the widest possible audience." A comprehensive catalog of Broadside Press’s impressive roster of artists (including Gwendolyn Brooks, Nikki Giovanni, and Alice Walker, to name a few), titled Broadside Authors and Artists: An Illustrated Biographical Directory, was published in 1974 by educator and fellow University of Detroit librarian Leaonead Pack Drain-Bailey (1906-1983).

Lorde described herself in an interview with Callaloo Literary Journal in 1990 as “a Black, Lesbian, Feminist, warrior, poet, mother doing [her] work”. She dedicated her life to “confronting and addressing injustices of racism, sexism, classism, and homophobia.” From a Land Where Other People Live is a powerfully intimate expression of her personal struggles with identity and her deeply rooted critiques of social injustice. The work was nominated for the National Book Award for poetry in 1974, the same year that Broadside Press published New York Head Shop and Museum, another volume of Lorde’s poetry featured in our collection. You can find more information on her writings and on the organization inspired by her life and work by visiting The Audre Lorde Project.

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-- Ana, Special Collections Graduate Fieldworker

#Women’s History Month #International Women’s Day #Audre Lorde #Broadside Press #Dudley Randall #Detroit #Poetry #From a Land Where Other People Live #Independent presses #Feminist writers #Lesbian writers #Black writers #women writers #women poets #Ana

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bluerain111 · 10 months

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laylaslibrary · 11 months

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"and if yearning had a shape, it would look awfully a lot like me"

fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws

#quotes #literature #poetry #aesthetic #books #poem #dark acadamia quotes #dark acamedia #love quotes #lit #fatima aamer bilal #yearning hours #yearning post #longing #unrequited love #women poets

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cutenervousyoungthing · 9 months

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#girlblogging #wlw blog #wlw post #wlw love #lesbian #queer #female hysteria #lana del rey #aesthetic #lana del ray aesthetic #cinnamon girl #coquette #sadgirl #light academia #pinterest #women poets #sapphic poetry #poetry #this is what makes us girls

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 1 month

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Echoes

I think about it all the time the unresponsive fights and all the make believes I had to endure, dissociated from the storm I don't know you anymore. Perhaps in another life when life was much more simpler unimaginative, black and blue undercovered from all that was due, strayed from what was knew it became a life that dewed. There was no other time a tomb filled with all those lies and the grace of a grave that hole was made out of pain, truth and lies. They became my rain leaving out all those harsh thorns its pierced my heart, bleeding the lost cause dry. My faith died that day pushed me away, now, I have to do it all again.

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myleeehhhhh · 5 months

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Each time a woman walks into a voting booth, swipes her credit card, or uses birth control, we see the power of centuries of angry women.

-anonymous

#feminine rage #feminism #feminist #women rights #women poets #women writers

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literary-love-songs · 1 month

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Dog Songs | Mary Oliver

someone very dear to me gave me this book as a gift. i decided to finally sit down and give it a read. it’s hard to get through a poem without tears springing to my eyes.

#mary oliver #poetry #bookblr #book #books #poem #poetic #writers and poets #poets #dog songs #dog songs mary oliver #quote #book lovers #literature #quotes #women poets #queer poetry

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sakshinarula · 2 months

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You don't become a poet. The poems find you because you are one.

- Sakshi Narula

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maxinewisewrites · 2 months

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White sweater, a cup of piping tea

nowhere to go except deep within.

On my own as always happy with

these choices selected from a deck.

Snow’s melting down, a choice made

by the Earth to cry down a little more.

Water-soaked letters piled on the counter

singing carols of doom and gloom.

Mundane-flavoured days to go around

for all the dreamers who forget to open

their eyes at the first glimpse of dawn.

#my writing #maxine wise writes #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #poem #poetry #writerscommunity #spilled ink #new poets society #spilled poetry #writerscreed #writerscraft #writerscribbles #women poets #poets and writers #poetsandwriters #poets on tumblr #poetscommunity #poets corner

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sfsolstice · 27 days

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S. F. Solstice, "A Call"

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lunaruels · 7 months

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To be loved is a beautiful thing and I’ve felt it firsthand, not from the men that wanted to touch my body but from the women that wanted to touch my heart.

- via lunaruels

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ivaspinoza · 14 days

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Does a writer love to write?

Oh, to be a writer! A poet, an artist. What a blessing — or a curse? I said this before, as a joke, that "writers are cursed to write, no matter what" happens or how long it takes between intervals. Writers will write. They might struggle, mostly inside their own heads, but they will write. And they will feel accomplished for doing that.

During my block time, I used to try and try to write, not because I had to, but because I couldn't help but to keep trying and writing the weirdest words, absolutely nonsense shit — until one day, I went back on track. Not writing was never an option. I tried to give up this, many times when I was at a bad place mentally. I felt that I wasn't a writer because I wasn't writing, but this only led me to this previously shared conclusion I keep as a mantra:

"I do not write because I want to be a writer, I write because I am one."

Some people will lick an artist's shoes and treat them as their saviour. This is the same type of people who might think having a degree makes them automatically smart, that every doctor knows what they are doing, and that artists are somehow a superior class of people. I was talking with my beloved @goodluckclove about it today (the main reason I'm writing this), about how being an Artist, or a Writer, is just another job, like being a Teacher, a Baker, a Parent, a CEO or a Janitor. Some artists will even tell you they had no "talent" at all, they just decided to commit and learn. I can draw and I always tell people that it is pure muscle memory. Just practice. Just commit.

But there is also that sparkle, that inspiration, that epiphany, right? That thing that art causes. What makes some works of art shine and hit you with eternal impact? Just practice? This is a long, deep, crazy, boring, infinite debate, but to me the answer is simple.

It's the soul.

That's why AI will never be able to do it. The soul carries memory, information, patterns, feelings, mysteries, and language (unspoken, holy, different languages, that we don't know much about). Some works are technically fantastic but soulless. Some are full of soul, but lack skill. However, the soul is always a part of it, as it is for a doctor when their soul shakes in grief after putting everything they had in for a 72-hour surgery just to lose their patient. Everything goes through the soul. Have you met a soulless doctor? I have.

What about a teacher helping a student to overcome their difficulties? A mother in a 72-hour labour to deliver her baby, with a father who didn't leave her side? Parents that actually take their time and energy to raise conscious, cared for and loved human beings? When a CEO thinks of what is best for the team, and comes up with a brilliant idea, instead of just caring about money? When a janitor makes a place clean and tidy for others, instead of neglecting it? It is not the job itself that is important, but the motivation, the intention, and the heart behind it. That is what makes it valuable.

Our trades will always affect the ones around us. Human nature is deeply connected to the desire to be useful and serve. Not to be stuck at this point forever, but to me, a big reason for so much pain and depression in the modern world is how self-centred our culture pushes us to be. "All about me"! Too much thinking in your head will make you crazy (I would know). But when we are useful, we find peace and rest from ourselves, we connect, and we are in reality, grounded in the present.

Will you love it every time? Nope. Not naturally. But do we have to hate it?

As an artist, poetess, writer, I can tell you that I didn't always love to do it. Sometimes, it was painful. Sometimes, it brings me physical discomfort or it can be disturbing because of my own limitations and issues — the artist himself is in his work (I will die on this hill, because of the soul). But I don't believe and I won't ever advocate for the tortured artist figure, for the "I hate being a poet", although I can't think I ever got these words from any poet.

"I hate making art!" "I hate my kids!" "I hate to live!"

I think it's time to wake up to the levels of desensitisation we have come to. These contemporary times unfold in absolute glorification of evil as if everything painful and ugly was "more artistic". We don't have to avoid hard themes and make it taboo out of them, but we do need a counterbalance. We also need responsibility and honesty when choosing our themes and our artistic or literary approach. And we do need to stop hating things all the time. We need a mature creative world.

It is easier and faster to break than it is to build. It's easier to hurt than to heal. Look around. We have almost nothing left to "break" at this point. I'm in search of beauty again. Out with lanterns. The beauty in you and in me. Not for the glorification of the artist, or of the art itself, but for the Love that keeps me going, that designed me for a particular job, and that I plan to execute in love.

"Let all you do be done in love", it's written. But because I know Love is not only feeling, even when I don't feel like doing it, I will go back into Love, into humility, and do it to the best of my strength. I will do it so that when I have the opportunity to serve someone by it, they feel love. We put our soul into it, and it's not an aesthetic, not a fancy ethereal trend; there is no need for applause. I will do it like that because in that doing is the reward itself, not in the praise or the prize.

All is vanity. Love is the reward.

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tanyaluca · 1 year

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The Loneliness of Poets…

Tanya Luca

#tanya luca #photographers on tumblr #black and white photography #black and white #about photography #harmony #women poets #loneliness of piers #lonely sculpture #sculpture #woman’s sculpture #colonna #February #naked trees #touched by the sun #watching sun #eternal beauty #eternity

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paloma-pan · 23 days

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#poetry #nature #poesia #autumn #photography #poetas en tumblr #poets on poetry #women poets #natureza #naturecore #naturist #fairy art #fairies #fairy #fairycore

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