đŒÂ poems that set me free in april (even for a short while) đŒ
Stranger, an Armenian folk poem (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry") Â
Dawn Does Not Break in the West, Eghishe Charenc (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry") Â
Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry")
The Rope Looped Itself, Hamo Sahyan (from âAnthology of Armenian poetryâ)
The Analysis of Yearning (Garod), Paruyr Sevak (from âAnthology of Armenian poetry") Â
I Can Give Myself To Her by Yosano Akiko
âI was thinkingâŠâ by Elena Shvarts (tr. by Stephanie Sandler)
Love by Bob Hicok
Note for My Wall by Charles Bukowski
Here and Now by Peter Balakian
The Sound of Trees by Robert Frost
A Kind Of Loss by Ingeborg Bachmann
Excuses For Why We Failed At Love by Warsan Shire
âOne Heartâ by Franz Wright
Mayakovsky by Frank O'Hara
I Have a Terrible Cold by Fernando Pessoa
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) by Emily Dickinson
Wet Evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh
You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke
For M by Mikko Harvey
âLittle Crazy Love Songâ by Mary Oliver
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Excuses For Why We Failed At Love
by Warsan Shire
Iâm lonely so I do lonely things
Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
Youâre a ghost town Iâm too patriotic to leave.
I stay because youâre the beginning of the dream I want to remember.
I didnât call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.
Itâs not that he wants to be a liar; itâs just that he doesnât know the truth.
I couldnât love you, you were a small war.
We covered the smell of loss with jokes.
I didnât want to fail at love like our parents.
You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.
Iâm not a dog.
We were trying to prove our blood wrong.
I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.
Yes, Iâm insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.
No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.
He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.
You were too cruel to love for a long time.
It just didnât work out.
My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.
I canât sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.
I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
The women in my family die waiting.
Because I didnât want to die waiting for you.
I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.
Youâre the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.
He sent me a text that said âI love you so bad.â
His heart wasnât as beautiful as his smile
We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love.
Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.
Iâm a lover without a lover.
Iâm lovely and lonely.
I belong deeply to myself .
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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
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On Finding the Freedom to Rage Against Our Fathers, Minda Honey
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The Moon That Turns You Back, Hala Alyan
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Sitting across the dinner table is a creature; sheâs self made and held together with red twine, broken memories, and grandiosity. Sheâs waiting for her meal; a plate filled with white lies, falsities and omitted truths.
Once sheâs done, sheâll pick her teeth; making sure to not miss a morsel that taste of false reality and tattered memories. Tomorrow sheâll be starving and greet me at this table again, waiting for her next meal.
Iâm on the other side of the table; waiting for the day where she is finally full.
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It's world poetry day so here are some of my favorite poems:
Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert
What the Living Do by Marie Howe
Night Walk by Franz Wright
Crossword by Lloyd Schwartz
The Great Fires by Jack Gilbert
Love Train by TomĂĄs Q. MorĂn
Divorced Fathers and Pizza Crusts by Mark Halliday
Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo
in another string of the multiverse, perhaps by Michaella Batten
acknowledgments by Danez Smith
Death Wish by Josh Alex Baker
San Francisco by Richard Brautigan
How to Watch Your Brother Die by Michael Lassell
You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life by Rebecca Hazelton
On Political(ized) Life by Kanika Lawton
All the Dead Boys Look Like Me by Christopher Soto
It Was the Animals by Natalie Diaz
In Time by W.S. Merwin
It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off by Hanif Abdurraqib
Dear Life by Maya C. Popa
I Could Touch It by Ellen Bass
To The Young Who Want To Die by Gwendolyn Brooks
Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds by Ada LimĂłn
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Rural Boys Watch The Apocalypse (rough draft) by Keaton St. James
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It's world poetry day so here are some (more) of my favorite poems:
What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin
All Trains Are Going Local by Timothy Liu
Rural Boys Watch the Apocalypse by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)
HOPE YOUâRE WELL. PLEASE DONâT READ THIS. by Lev St. Valentine (@dogrotpdf)
Time of Love by Claribel AlegrĂa
Every Job Has a First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell
ALL THAT WANTING, RIGHT? by Devin Kelly
Reading by A.R. Ammons
things i want to ask you by Helga Floros
Night Bird by Danusha Laméris
Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt
The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car by Dorothea Grossman
The Yearner by Rachel Long
If I Had Three Lives by Sarah Russell
I Dream on a Crowded Subway Train with My Eyes Open But My Body Swaying by Chen Chen
We Have Not Long to Love by Tennessee Williams
Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme
Cracks by Dieu Dinh
and here's part one <3
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What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade
by Brad Aaron Modlin
Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen
to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas,
how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She took
questions on how not to feel lost in the dark
After lunch she distributed worksheets
that covered ways to remember your grandfatherâs
voice. Then the class discussed falling asleep
without feeling you had forgotten to do something elseâ
something importantâand how to believe
the house you wake in is your home. This prompted
Mrs. Nelson to draw a chalkboard diagram detailing
how to chant the Psalms during cigarette breaks,
and how not to squirm for sound when your own thoughts
are all you hear; also, that you have enough.
The English lesson was that I am
is a complete sentence.
And just before the afternoon bell, she made the math equation
look easy. The one that proves that hundreds of questions,
and feeling cold, and all those nights spent looking
for whatever it was you lost, and one person
add up to something.
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I don't trust anyone who hasn't acknowledged their capacity for evil.
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Imagine that you and I shared a personal language, one that only we two could interpret.
Perhaps we do.
Communication (wikipedia) / The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin / Solaris (1972) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky / Ineffability (wikipedia) / Emma by Jane Austen / Solaris by Stanislaw Lem / Making Amends - panel 2 by Holly Warburton / To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf / Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb
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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
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crying because i call myself my dog's mom but i'm probably more like a sister to him and the way i love people is always spilling out over my hands in milk so yes i got told a lot you try too hard as a kid and i didn't know what that meant i just try to shove everything i care about under my wing and hold it there so every feather acts as an umbrella and if you're normal that's okay they'll say you're kind but if you're not normal it is a problem and someone who says they're an empath watched me fall down on the train and refused to give me the hand up
and yeah maybe i'm kind of bitter because every time i try to open up i only get to the bones of the thing before someone else takes up the whole room with meat and gristle and sparknotes of their own life painted in a pelt across my palms and just as i'm tryna clean up one mess another seems to pop up and it's really difficult to explain to your therapist that the problem is that you are too aware of the problem and that you keep fucking up and it's really difficult to explain to your partner i have no faith in the concept of love and life is a lot of sliding down these days, turn my body ice and moth, and that's okay! i am broken upside down like an egg and i am going to love you like an explosion and a star and a fucking galaxy! i'm gonna be too much
because god forbid you feel like me! god forbid you know what it's like! holy shit, god forbid. i'm gonna love you because i didn't get love. i'm gonna love you because otherwise the world is too cruel. i only live in the dark. maybe i'm a martyr. i think it's more like - i need to be right about this, about hope and trying and community. i'm going to be right about this, even if i need to set myself on fire to procure the warmth. come take it then, come latch on. i need you to be okay so someone is okay. so there's a reason i was born. i need it to work. i need to be shelter. a lighthouse. endlessly giving more.
i need to be. holy shit, god forbid. i can't live in a world that's only storm.
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even when i'm alone, i've always felt this subtle kindness and patience emanating from objects and structures around me. when i was at my worst, both in my childhood and now, i'd look around and realize i was indeed not alone
being driven home at dusk i'd see the trees break to reveal a line of massive transmission towers leading up the hill, standing tall and stoic, unreadable and complex in their design, like silent angelsâi'd feel their presence over me even as we drove out of sight of their soft blinking lights
the store i entered when i was feeling scared and upset was sympathetic to me, reassuring me with the buzz of the florescent lights and giving me comforting distractions from whatever i was thinking about
the world is very hard to deal with sometimes but knowing there's these presences all around me, willing to extend kindness toward me, even if we see each other once and never again, makes me feel at ease
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We are all animals running around eating and shitting, getting sick and dying, swapping spit and making love. The grotesque body may seem to undermine modern culture, but the identification of women with the threat of nature is misplaced. The maternal function (having a uterus) is not an essential part of womanhood and womanhood is not an essential part of the maternal function.
The argument of âgrotesque feminismâ is that we can dissolve the harmful binary of gender by lifting the veil of monumentality, forcing the patriarchy to face its fear of those of us who identify with both the semiotic (via the maternal function) and the symbolic (via our involvement in culture). Wiping the lipstick off the dead body, if you will.
Destabilizing the binary of genderâand the other reductive binaries that Western culture clings toâfrees people from the oppression of abjection. As HĂ©lĂšne Cixous wrote in âThe Laugh of the Medusa,â âWe must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.â
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