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llovelymoonn · 2 years

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the people i love are not here

hanif willis-abdurraqib and what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes \\ @mariamedem \\ gabrielle calvocoressi miss you. would like to take a walk with you. \\ holly warburton (@holly-warbs) making amends [panel 2]

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astreetsussserenade · 18 hours

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“And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes”

says the man with a cart of empty bottles at the corner of church and lincoln while I stare into my phone and I say I know oh I know while trying to find the specific filter that will make the sun’s near-flawless descent look

the way I might describe it in a poem and the man says the moment is already right in front of you and I say I know but everyone I love is not here and I mean here like on this street corner with me while I turn

the sky a darker shade of red on my phone and I mean here like everyone I love who I can still touch and not pass my fingers through like the wind in a dream but I look up at the man and he is a kaleidoscope

of shadows I mean his shadows have shadows and they are small and trailing behind him and I know then that everyone he loves is also not here and the man doesn’t ask but I still say hey man I’ve got nothing I’ve got nothing even though I have plenty

to go home to and the sun is still hot even in its endless flirt with submission and the man’s palm has a small river inside I mean he has taken my hand now and here we are tethered and unmoving and the man says what color are you making

the sky and I say what I might say in a poem I say all surrender ends in blood and he says what color are you making the sky and I say something bright enough to make people wish they were here and he squints towards the dancing shrapnel of dying

light along a rooftop and he says I love things only as they are and I’m sure I did once too but I can’t prove it to anyone these days and he says the end isn’t always about what dies and I know I know or I knew once and now I write about beautiful things

like I will never touch a beautiful thing again and the man looks me in the eyes and he points to the blue-orange vault over heaven’s gates and he says the face of everyone you miss is up there and I know I know I can’t see them but I know

and he turns my face to the horizon and he says we don’t have much time left and I get that he means the time before the sun is finally through with its daily work or I think I get that but I still can’t stop trembling and I close

my eyes and I am sobbing on the corner of church and lincoln and when I open my eyes the sun is plucking everyone who has chosen to love me from the clouds and carrying them into the light-drunk horizon and I am seeing this and I know I am seeing this the girl who kissed me as a boy in the dairy aisle

of meijer while our parents shopped and the older boy on the basketball team who taught me how to make a good fist and swing it into the jaw of a bully and the friends who crawled to my porch

in the summer of any year I have been alive they were all there I saw their faces and it was like I was given the eyes of a newborn again and once you know what it is to be lonely it is hard to unsee that which serves as a reminder that you were not always

empty and I am gasping into the now-dark air and I pull my shirt up to wipe whatever tears are left and I see the man walking in the other direction and I chase him down and tap his arm and I say did you see it did you see it like I did and he turns and leans into the

glow of a streetlamp and he is anchored by a single shadow now and he sneers and he says have we met and he scoffs and pushes his cart off into the night and I can hear the glass rattling even as I watch him become small and vanish and I look down at my

phone and the sky on the screen is still blood red.” ― Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib

#Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib #literature nerdery #april is national poetry month

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wordslivehere · 10 months

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Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib

#Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib #words #poetry #the crown ain't worth much

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nsantand · 10 months

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Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib - E qual será a utilidade de sua vaidade quando o arrebatamento chegar?

(...) a garota que me beijou quando eu era um menino na seção de laticínios // do mercado enquanto nossos pais faziam compras, e o rapaz mais velho do / time de basquete que me ensinou a fazer um bom punho e acertá-lo / na mandíbula de um valentão (...)

E qual será a utilidade de sua vaidade quando o arrebatamento chegar?, questiona o homem com um carrinho de garrafas vazias na esquina da igreja com alincoln enquanto fixo meu olhar no meu telefone e digoEu sei sim eu sei enquanto tento encontrar o filtroadequado que fará o pôr-quase-perfeito-do-sol parecercom a descrição que eu faria dele em um poema e o homemdiz o momento já está bem na sua…

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#Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib #Nelson Santander

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aristotlemcdonald · 1 year

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[the darkness is spreading earlier and earlier]

the darkness is spreading earlier and earlier. I have stopped looking for myself in pictures. I ask my therapist: if I cannot see my hands how will anyone know to love me. he tells me that it is best to not speak of what happens at night. I do not speak in winter. I watch the news. I think about what picture they would use if I died. it is a miracle babies are born at all. I think a baby is what happens when you get tired of leaving notes on someone’s nightstand before they wake up. if men could carry babies we would watch childbirth on ESPN. we would place bets on it. the world is on fire again but I’m not alone this time. I just want to touch someone who thinks of me while their coffee cools. I just want to kiss a mouth that has grown my name inside. I just want to make good use of all this nighttime. instead I make lists of everything outside that can kill me. the organic market next door is at the top. how much is too much to ask for nourishment. take what is left of my hands. give them back when the sun comes.

#HANIF WILLIS-ABDURRAQIB

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dotmo · 2 years

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“Just five days before 4:44 dropped, Tamir Rice would have turned 15. He might have still been big for his age, or still have been imagined older than he actually was, as black children often are. Tamir Rice would have possibly been shot and killed even if the police officers knew he was 12, or he might have lived and listened to 4:44 in headphones while walking through the streets of Cleveland and imagining a world in which he could grow into a better version of the manhood that a world had ascribed to him — one where he could make mistakes and live to correct them and live to be better and live as free as possible while still seen as dangerous, at any size.” ⍆ Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib ⍅

#Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib #tamir rice #masculinity #societal decay #4:44 album #hova #quote #united states #never forget #police brutality #cleveland

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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Hi, I’m not sure if you take requests but I really enjoy your page :)) I was wondering if you could do a post on glass children / middle kids / the unloved child?

blood runs thicker than water but both feel the same when your eyes are closed

i hope you're doing okay <33

Gillian Flynn Dark Places / Erin Slaughter The Sorrow Festival / unknown / Maia Baia / Dan Pagis Autobiography / Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When the Rapture Comes / unknown

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quillaffinity · 2 years

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Second BKDK Web Weave while waiting for Midoriya to come back, again (Spoilers)

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MHA by Horikoshi Kōhei

mha / halsey, “ya’aburnee” / mikko harvey / mha / mha, vol. 29th cover / jeanette winterson / clarice lispector / erica jong / mha / hanif willis-abdurraqib on listening fleetwood mac’s album “rumours” at age 40 / mitski, “should’ve been me” / mha / rebecca makkai / unloved, “if” / philip pullman / taylor swift, “caroline” / jandy nelson / mha / mha / the used, “i caught fire” / mha / mha / rosamund hodge / ursula k. le guin / mha / mha/ atticus / mha / emily bronte / madeline miller / mha / mha / taylor swift, “peace”

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anxsity · 5 months

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oh when i say that loving me is kind of like being a chicago bulls fan by hanif willis-abdurraqib we're really fucking in it now

#im so. i dont even know what to say.#i dont even have anything to say hanif willis-abdurraqib has alreasy said it all.#just hard incessant rain.#reading this poem everytime i get kicked in the teeth just to memorize it. bc im sorry there was once a tremendous blue sky

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regicidal-defenestration · 2 years

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Look look ok I love a good web weaving as much as the next person but sometimes,, removing a line from the context of the whole poem,, is bad

#like some lines work but some Need the context #theres this poem i saw called And what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib #and the line in question was ' and the man says the moment is right in front of you and i saw i know but everyone i love is not here'#which yes is a BANGER but also there is so much to the whole thing that you lose without the context #rowan rambles

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weltenwellen · 9 months

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I think I am breaking up with memory. again. I live by only that which will still allow me to do the living.

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from "I Don’t Know Any Longer Why the Flags Are At Half-Staff"

#poetry

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msmargaretmurry · 1 month

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E, K, R

e & k - answered here!

r. Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

lmao she is going to be embarrassed by me bringing this up again but legitimately as a small teen online i was obsessed with @postoperation's writing and i DO consider that a big influence on my own fic 🫶 my favorite book is a wrinkle in time and i think that l'engle's writing was also pretty formative for me. robin hobb and lynn flewelling were teen me's big fantasy loves that sparked my worldbuilding enthusiasm. the all for the game and captive prince trilogies — both very flawed series that were nonetheless extremely fun to read — i think did a lot for younger me in encouraging me to just lean into the big feelings nonsense that i want to write about. i also must admit here that i was indeed a perks of being a wallflower girlie. more recent authors that have made my writing brain buzz in a good way (a non-comprehensive list): fredrik backman, nona willis aronowitz, lisa see, linda holmes, bradon taylor, shelley parker-chan, and of course my idol hanif abdurraqib.

#ask #writing meme #ty for asking <33

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wordslivehere · 10 months

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from THE STORY OF THE LAST PUNK ROCK SHOW BEFORE THE CITY TORE DOWN LITTLE BROTHER’S

by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib

... August makes another slow and hot exit. The seasons I remember most are the ones I never want to come again. And isn’t this how each story starts? With a list of things we know we cannot take back? And, still. Everything has an end. This is where I tell you what I most want to hear myself: none of it was real. I am still sitting in a diner on the Eastside of Columbus and it has felt like summer for ten whole years. There is still a living mother, hovering over a sewing machine in the home I can always come back to. My name is still scrawled on the bathroom wall of a dive bar. The dive bar is still a dive bar. I am a forest of beginnings. I am never alone. I do not bury. I do not funeral. I can still look into mirrors. I do not see a chorus of ghosts. I do not cover my bedroom walls in posters of old punk bands to keep the ghosts out. I am at a diner and the table is full. No one is covered in dirt. The jukebox is still hungry for the silver that lines our pockets. Kurt Cobain is still singing I’m so happy / ‘cause today / I’ve found my friends…

In this version, we are laughing loud enough to drown out the next line. Kurt sings

They’re in my head

And I pretend not to feel winter moving in.

#Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib #the crown ain't worth much #words #poetry

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chimpmoshpit · 2 years

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hedgehog's dilemma - wikipedia // source unknown // silas denver melvin // ode to elliot smith, ending in the first snowfall of 2003 - hanif willis-abdurraqib // it's impossible to keep white moths - emily skaja // source unknown // wormhole - avatar, hunter gatherer // susan sontag // cyanotypes - erie kuhlmann ( @ribombeee )

#SPEAKING OF ERIE GO BUY THEIR BOOK 'a fridge is an animal' OK THANK U #web weaving #poetry #if anyone can find the image sources dm me #silas denver melvin #art

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frogndtoad · 3 months

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tagged by @gideonthefirst for top 9 books read in 2023 or 9 books from my 2024 tbr! talked abt the books i loved last year in december so im also doing tbr :] 1 - Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

2 - The abridged Les Miserables that I got at a used booksale ages ago and im Excited to have opinions about

3 - There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension by Hanif Abdurraqib

4 - Blackouts: A Novel by Justin Torres

5 - Black Punk Now edited by James Spooner and Chris L Terry

6 - The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels by Janice Hallett

7 - I Know What You Did Last Summer by Lois Duncan

8 - Gay Poems for Red States by Willie Edward Taylor Carver

9 - Moby Dick by Herman Melville

you and conrad have covered a lot of bases w/ppl i know to tag but im gonna be so brave anyway. tagging @jenna-louise-coleman @chronotopes @fruitygay @look-at-the-stars-tonight @roanoky @verbinperfectview and anyone else who wants to!!!!

#capital stuff #i know i said i was going to read more nonfiction in more genres this year and i Am. however im excited for these fiction guys :]#7 and 8 are for two dif book clubs #and then books im currently reading but NOT counting as tbr bc im actively reading them rather than just kinda floating are #martyr! by kaveh akbar #and gator country by rebecca renner which is ofc for a book club this weekend sob

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irrealisms · 1 year

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c!wilbur + change, and the lack of it

Dream Revives Tommy - TommyVODS // You or Your Memory - The Mountain Goats // The Year I Get it Right - Brook Pridemore // Amends - Eve Tushnet // all i ever wanted was [Wilbur animatic] - WolfyTheWitch // When I Say That Loving Me Is Kind Of Like Being A Chicago Bulls Fan - Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib // Long-Exposure Photography - Google and Wikipedia // Meet the latest resurrected gentleman of L'manburg - Wilbur Soot VOD // Try to Change - Mother Mother // Night in the Woods // A Deck of Cards with a Green Smile on them - Wilbur Soot VOD // Defining Me - Motherfolk // MAG147 - Weaver // Better in the Morning - Birdtalker // happy bday c!wilbur. you havent changed but i bet you wish you did by @yuker-deactivated

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Image 1: WILBUR [I know what I’m like.] TOMMY Huh? WILBUR I know what I’m like. That’s the issue.

Image 2: As clear as day, Lord, if I make it through tonight Then I will mend my ways And walk the straight path to the end of my days

Image 3: A drawing using the YCGMA color palette of Wilbur silhouetted against a background of buildings and rubble. The closed captions read “Am I right back where I started fourteen years ago?”

Image 4: WHEN I SAY THAT LOVING ME IS KIND OF LIKE BEING A CHICAGO BULLS FAN what I mean is that my father can tell a bunch of cool stories about back in the day when I was truly great. there is a mountain of gold that has gathered dust in the corner where I used to sleep, and look at all of these pictures. in this one, I am wearing rainbow shorts and hurling rocks at a shoreline. in this one, I am smiling in the glow of 13 lit candles pushed into a sheet of dark sugar. you may ask why I allow my face to drown in less and less joy with each passing year and I will say I just woke up one day and I was a still photo in everyone else’s home but my own. or I will say I promise that my legs just need another season, and then I will be who you fell in love with again. and then I will probably just say I’m sorry that there was once a tremendous blue sky and then a decade of hard, incessant rain.

Image 5: A screenshot of the google result for long-exposure photography. There are four examples and then a blurb of text reading: Long-exposure, time-exposure, or slow-shutter photography involves using a long-duration shutter speed to sharply capture the stationary elements of images while blurring, smearing, or obscuring the moving elements. Wikipedia

Image 6: WILBUR But now, man, now, thirteen years later? I- it’s like I came full circle. I’m a new man, I’m a fresh face. Isn’t that right, Tommy? TOMMY sighs Will, I- you…

Image 7: [Verse 1] Try to change, I try to change I make a list of all the ways to change my ways But I stay the same, I stay the same, oh I will try and try to change, but I just stay the same

Images 8 and 9: Screenshots from the game Night in the Woods. Mae, an anthropomorphic cat, is asleep in bed, and Bea, an anthropomorphic crocodile, is tucking her in. Bea says "I stayed here and got older while you went off and stayed the same."

Image 10: WILBUR No, you’ve got- you’ve got it all wrong. You’ve got it all wrong, man, like- like, okay, okay. Maybe- maybe I was unpredictable in the past, but- TOMMY [It’s really nice… ] WILBUR -I’ve turned over a new leaf, Quackity! I don’t lie anymore, I don’t- QUACKITY [Really…?] WILBUR I don’t, you know, I don’t deceive… I don’t, I don’t I- I know nothing about TNT anymore! I’ve forgotten everything I knew about TNT! It- it’s ridiculous, I- QUACKITY Everything?

Image 11: On the precipice of nothing new Fell into question all I held as truth It seems there's holes in all my fairy tales Despite my passion to preach them well

A yell hushed after many long worn years Not a failure to launch, but to persevere Being one so close to write upon my heart A testament I've since torn apart

Image 12: What I’ve been doing to these people, it – it hasn’t been because I was puppeted, or controlled, or possessed. I wanted to do it. It felt good. But at least I know I can stop; I just – don’t know how. I – (he sighs) I don’t – want to stop. (ugh) Goddamn, this one really took it out of me. I need to go lie down. (uh) End recording.

Image 13: Stuck inside a cycle of opinions Where there's two clear ways And I always take the easy one And I'm always left with the taste in my mouth I will do better in the morning

Image 14: a comic by Yuker:

Tommy: You said “I’ve died once and I don’t want to die again.” That you’ve changed. But that was a fucking lie, wasn’t it?

Wilbur: You’re over-reacting, Tommy.”

[Wilbur hesitates putting out a cigarette, and then raises it to his mouth instead.]

Wilbur: Goddamnit.

[Wilbur sitting alone on a bench, lighting a cigarette.]

Wilbur: I don’t think I have changed after all. Fuck.

#mcyt #dsmp #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #wilbur #dream smp #web weave #web weaving #would you still love me if i reused web weave elements. too bad did it already

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