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achantii · 3 months
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Alternative title: House in Obsessive-compulsive disorder
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My favorite part
of drinking tea is forgetting
I ever made it.
- Chen Chen, Quintessence: the Quotidian. From wildness #30 (August 2022).
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softemonerd · 2 years
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Not a rose or a satin heart.
.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
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untitledpablo · 25 days
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Libro/Book: El individuo y su ceniza
Mi poemario debut ‘El Individuo y su ceniza’ publicado por Valparaíso Ediciones ya está en librerías en España y a la venta en línea. https://valparaisoediciones.es/tienda/poesia/832-401-el-individuo-y-su-ceniza.htmlLuego de dos décadas y un poco más de escribir poesía, este proceso culmina (y al mismo tiempo inicia otra nueva fase) con este libro. El trabajo de publicar un libro requiere una…
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514hp · 3 months
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Foothold on the footnote of deserted parking lots.
Sleepwalk into a city that swallows whole.
Emptying pockets for mistaken rain dances.
Finger rolls; Hiding hand to hand commission.
A neck tattoo, floating in an ocean of pharma-copies and disorderly conduct.
Synthetic linings ordered by loafers in fur.
Poisoning results of what can't be stomached.
Selling it with whoever;
Highest bidding unavailable.
Racking up hourly wagers of wage completing;
Competing only for bulk orders.
White angels in snowbanks stained by smog.
Chattering convulsives; Hurting for teething fits.
Ignite to keys, for push to starts.
All created from contacts and bitter highs;
Bored by contactless bravado of brittle strive.
Belligerent benign that screws with minds.
Made way, waves and weight;
Through telegraphed troubles.
Thick or thin shuffle; In due time tidal.
Escape introspective tantrum with affirmations.
Growth that isn't quantifiable by objectified associations.
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canadachronicles · 4 months
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"Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself -- inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself what you know which is nothing but the tune your bones play as you keep going. And you will be able for once to lie down under the small fire of winter stars. And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end, tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs that you love what you are."
--Lines For Winter, Mark Strand.
It is getting colder and colder, and there is something comforting, warming even, about reading Mark Strand's Lines For Winter.
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katiajewelbox · 4 months
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'Twas the Night Before Christmas
and out in the garden,
The air grew quite cold
and the soil gently hardened.
There's nothing to do
in the garden tonight,
Under clear skies
with stars shining bright.
The gardener's work is
never quite done,
With weeding and growing
and errands to run.
Tonight the gardener
can sit back and rest,
To take a few hours
from the gardener's quest.
No thought tonight
of what should be sown,
Of what could be tended
and nurtured and grown.
The fire gently crackles,
the gardener dreams
of summer and spring,
all joyous it seems.
The radio plays
the Carols From Kings,
The gardener's mind
is full of good things.
The New Year approaches,
It's coming so fast,
The year that's now past us
was never to last.
Winter will lose its
battle with spring,
The bountiful blossom
a beautiful thing.
Winter's a thing we
all must endure,
A nasty affliction
that's minus a cure.
But now we know
that Christmas is here,
And good things will come
with the change of the year.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Poem by Ben of @bensbotanics page on Instagram, shared with the poet's generous permission.
Art by Katia Hougaard, featuring original AI art created with DALL E.
#katia_plantscientist#bensbotanics#poem#poetry#gardening#gardener#naturepoetry#britishpoetry#modernpoetry#poetryisnotdead#christmaseve#TheNightBeforeChristmas#christmasroses#aiartwork
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ratbits · 1 year
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3 Poems for AAPI Month
It’s AAPI month, also known as APA month, which stands for Asian-American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month or Asian Pacific American Heritage Month, respectively. To celebrate, here are three poems from Asian-American poets. There’s a ghazal about grief, lost love, and memory from Agha Shahid Ali, published in 2003. There’s an elegy for the passing of time and the seasons from Hayan Charara.…
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bookerplays · 1 year
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Magma 84 and The Morning Star
Magma 84 and The Morning Star
Physics and poetry are uncommon bedfellows, but Susannah Hart and Stav Poleg’s call-out earlier this year has created a Magma pulsing with philosophical vigour (and a few laughs too!) Poets include Vasiliko Albado, Claire Booker, Mark Fiddes, Martin Figura, Philip Gross, Ramona Herdman, Jan Heritage, Tania Hershman, NJ Hynes, Isabella Mead, Hilary Menos, Meredi Ortega, Paul Stephenson, Claudine…
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wallacepolsom · 1 year
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Wallace Polsom, The Cavalier Muse (2022), paper collage, 19.7 x 25.4 cm.
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kbuty · 3 months
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Towards Another Land, 2012. Calligraphy by Hassan Massoudy (Iraq, 1944-), text by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (Iranian, 1207–1273). Pigments on paper; paper: 74.9 x 54.9 cm (29 1/2 x 21 5/8 in.). The Cleveland Museum of Art, L. E. Holden Fund 2013.65
This dynamic calligraphic art by the Iraqi artist Hassan Massoudy integrates three styles of Arabic script. Large Arabic letters with strong sweeping curves washed in opalescent turquoise complement the small text written in his elegant version of angular Kufic script. It reads, "Towards another land—a country where only light reigns," by the Iranian poet Rumi. Silhouetted script in the central area contributes to the vibrant harmony of this stunning work.
Hassan Massoudy grew up in Iraq where he practiced calligraphy but had to emigrate in order to study figure painting. In Paris, however, calligraphy became increasingly prominent in his art, eventually it took over, and has also been incorporated in his performance art.
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thepapersnail · 2 months
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George Schneeman with Bill Berkson, Untitled (Ten Ways to Watch It), c. 1970, mixed-media on illustration board
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amalgamationink · 25 days
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NAPOWRIMO24 #12: the pyrite age of pyracy
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untitledpablo · 3 months
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3 Poems in Posit Journal
Delighted to have 3 poems published in the 35th edition of Posit journal. A special thanks to the editors for the brief editorial note accompanying my work:Pablo Saborío’s poems sing with music and meaning, burning with “the fire / that only a human mouth // can ignite into language.” With stunning economy, his mellifluous words create worlds as intriguingly strange as they are resonantly…
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514hp · 6 months
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Melt into shadows of past shortcuts.
Tropes of throbbing walls;
Troubling smoke filled streaks.
Tumble, launching from brick to concrete.
Walled by floors, waiting for catastrophe.
Tinkering with tinting glasses.
Think thank, full of false pretenses.
Minced trusts' for unsung glory.
Brainiac upon manic bickering.
Wishing a launch into early dazes'.
Bay window drinking;
Hovering, spectating motored transport fly by.
Motorsport and ill willed equipment framing scenes.
Throwing away 9mm taped vicinity;
To sell 35mm pipe dreams.
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theaskew · 1 month
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Michelle Bui (Vietnamese Canadian), Naked Excess no.2, 2022. Pigment print, 40 × 26 1/2 in. | 101.6 × 67.3 cm.
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