#Tarfia Faizullah

[lillyli-74]

Somewhere in this insomniac night my life is beginning without me.

~Tarfia Faizullah

#tarfia faizullah

[firstfullmoon]

#w #tarfia faizullah #maybe all pain in the world requires poetry #🐦

[solvaaya]

The Poem You’ve Been Waiting For by Tarfia Faizullah. Text ID under cut.

[Text ID: You’re always driving so far from me towards the me I worry, without you, is eternity. I lay there,

awake, keeping watch while you snored. I waited, as I always seem to, for you

to wake up and come back to me.]

#literature #poetry #poems #quotes #desi poetry #desi poets #indian poets #indian poetry #bengali poetry #bengali poets #tarfia faizullah

[cntarella]

The sky was famished with stars. I couldn’t help but count each scorched one.

“West Texas Nocturne” by Tarfia Faizullah, from Registers of Illuminated Villages

#poetry #poems #tarfia faizullah #registers of illuminated villages #my collection #anyway back on my poetry bullshit. why is it that I only find the energy to read these when I’m supposed to be sleeping #I wanna eat this poem it’s so tasty like biting into an orange peel

[t0rschlusspan1k]

Somewhere in this insomniac night / my life is beginning / without me.

Tarfia Faizullah, Registers of Illuminated Villages: Poems (2018)

#Tarfia Faizullah #Registers of Illuminated Villages: Poems #Registers of Illuminated Villages #2018 #2010s #American poetry #American-Bangladeshi #quotes #favs

[tinkercreek]

Tarfia Faizullah from Register of Illuminated Villages (Graywolf, 2018)

Great Material There were the blue-tied garbage bags bulging with her dresses. Then, the buzz of junebugs on nights I sat on the roof alone and asked where my sister was until I felt stupid

and stopped. What do you say to the dead? How can we rejoin them when we fall apart in the safety net below? Does she know her friends Lauren and Cameron played

house after she died, set a place for her at a play dinner table? As though she might stop by for a few bites of air from empty plates with spoons empty

of her short seven years on this planet . . . it unbottles me, how precisely they lamented her. What great material, the conference well-wisher said. Can’t wait to read that poem.

Here it is then, now. The crinkle of your laughter. The beetles pouring into your eyes as we toast you.

#tarfia faizullah #register of illuminated villages #graywolf press #poem #poetry #great material

[seekingstars]

Poem Without Love - Tarfia Faizullah

You hurt my feelings  I say to the trees. You never  ask me how I am I whisper  to the breakfast taco, before  an indelicate but determined bite.  I miss you, I confront the chair in the stranger’s yard.  Your strong + silly arms. Your sin-sturdy legs. 

Why don’t you me I embroider in green thread onto a yellow t-shirt  on sale (jk I don’t do that. I pur- chase bananas and toothpaste). Oh,  is this where you go? I murmur  to my car, who has a secret name. 

Can you hear me? I gesture mutely to the parking lot. The trees do not answer; they’re trees,                          and know better. 

#poetry #Tarfia Faizullah

[lelkigyakorlatok]

Tarfia Faizullah: Szex, alvás vagy selyem

Az éjszaka vagy, ami néha országút, száguldástól elmosódott mezők, ahol a vadak bámulnak mogorván. Mit értünk azon a szón, hogy felépülés? A lecsengés vörös homok, vörös homok, vörös homok, és te fehér sáncként növöd be a sarkokat itt és az összes többi szobában, ahol úgy döntök, biztonságban vagyok. Te még mindig a föld alatt fekszel, végtelen ősz. Velem kérkedik ez a hús, eszik, baszik, fürdik, várakozik – végeztem a veszteségek listázásával. Fényesre csiszolom a bordák ketreceit, amiket kiürítek, a ketreceket, amik engem ürítenek ki. Bőrömet szexbe, alvásba vagy selyembe takarom. Ruháid még mindig egy szekrényben lógnak hordatlanul és érintetlenül. Mi van, ha fantomheg vagyok, eltépett kötőfék, megvadult árva? Jegyezd meg jól, én sose fogok meghalni.

Tóth Réka Ágnes fordítása

#tarfia faizullah #tóth réka ágnes

[noodledesk]

“I’m saying it,” says the speaker in Vievee’s poem. What’s so masterful about this phrase is how it deflects from the question “Did this happen to you?” It is a deeper response, a more insistent one. The gerund makes clear that it’s an ongoing one, too. Vievee implies that it’s more urgent to acknowledge the truth, to say it, instead of wondering who it’s happened to.

TARFIA FAIZULLAH, Against Explanation

#tarfia faizullah #writing #poetry #words #quotes #morningread

[montair]

Maybe it was my old friend Fascination

who first let me know that Danger

was right across the hall, or maybe

it was the unrealized absence of pollen, or,

was it the nearness, Danger, of your hair’s

blatant softness, just towelled.

Or, I wanted to stop thinking — and, I wanted to ask,

Do you think God understands

                                                   attraction? Surely, right?

Tarfia Faizullah, from That One Time I Stayed Up All Night Making Excuses to Talk to Danger, 2018

#tarfia faizullah

[magnoliaison]

— Tarfia Faizullah, from '100 Bells'.

#words #tarfia faizullah

[angelofviscera]

1, 6, 11, 15, 18 & 22 the taxonomy of the dealio rickard siken / 2 & 5 oldfield park station holly warburton / 3 kyoto phoebe bridgers / 4 shrapnel hana eid / 7 emily i'm sorry boygenius / 8 winter palette georgette smith / 9 an origin model of the hand of god auguste rodin / 10 north star thomas lupari / 12 drive my car ryusuke hamaguchi / 13 house of hummingbird kim bora / 14 shadowboxing julien baker / 16 rooms by the sea edward hopper / 17 happy to be here julien baker / 19, 20, 29 & 30 untitled pieces by dadu shin / 21 sprained ankle julien baker / 24 ketchum id boygenius / 23, 25 & 27 collpase of falsehood (part 1) olena koliesnik / 26 cool about it boygenius / 28 poem without love tarfia faizullah

#web weave #web weaving #julien baker #phoebe bridgers #boygenius #art #poetry #quote #quotes #web weaves #film #drive my car #house of hummingbird #richard siken #holly warburton #my web weaves

[l-just-want-to-see]

You’ll never recover from that kind of devotion.

Jason Grace: on family and the lack thereof, wolves that really are dogs, remembering and healing and the sudden inevitability of being remembered.

I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski / War of the Foxes, Richard Siken / You’re on Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift / Trees II, McCafferty / Mowgli Taken in by the Wolves, 1937 / Space Dog, Alan Shapiro / Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers / A Hymn to Childhood, Li-Young Lee / Susan Smith, wych elm / The Blood of Olympus, Rick Riordan / Saint Bernard, Lincoln / Lupa Capitolina in Ludus, Romania / The Odyssey, Homer (trans. by Emily Wilson) / quadruple dog art by @mxmorggo on Instagram / Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami / The Lost Hero, Rick Riordan / House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski / Vulnerability, @/kazerad / Euripides, Elektra / Jason seizing the Golden Fleece, Charles Natoire / Thalia (Grace) / I can’t find the source… / My Sister’s Keeper, Jodi Picoult / Seam, Tarfia Faizullah / In the Blood, John Mayer / The Vintage Book of African American Poetry, Michael S. Harper, Anthony Walton / Memento Mori, Crywank / And My Father’s Love Was Nothing Next To God’s Will, Amatullah Bourdon / Family Line, Conan Gray / Franz Kafka’s letters to his father / Kronos/Saturn, Peter Paul Rubens / Wolf and pup / American Teenager, Ethel Cain / LET YOUR FATHER DIE ENERGY DRINK, Daniel Lavery and Cecilia Corrigan / Scott Street, Phoebe Bridgers / Tumblr, @/inanotherunivrse / Tomatoes, Shane Koyczan / Pinterest / Tumblr, @/heavensghost / Tumblr, @/tagdevilish / through sickness and in health… by Angelina Hajducky on Instagram / Jason (given name), Wikipedia / Human Acts, Han Kang / The gas pillar in the Carina Nebula, NASA / Tumblr, @/roach-works / Not Strong Enough, boygenius / Grit, silas denver melvin / Herakles, Euripides (trans. by Anne Carson) / Pelias sending forth Jason, 1880 / The Audre Lorde Questionnaire to Oneself, Brianna Albers / The Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan / Wolf in White Van, John Darnielle / The Oresteia, Aeschylus / Tumblr, @/orpheuslament / Anecdote of the Pig, Tory Adkisson / The Burning Maze, Rick Riordan / I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski / Icarus, The Crane Wives / The Three Graces, Edouard Bisson / For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick

#Can’t blame tumblr for ruining the quality when I upload like 50 pictures 😭 #Jason and Laika. A metaphor to think about. Also the picture of the galaxy is part of the Argo Constellation btw it’s not random #jason grace #lester papadopoulos #trials of apollo #heroes of olympus #thalia grace #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #web weave #web weaving #this is like Christmas for coda a little bit lol #this took me so long #and I’ll never be over Thalia’s name btw. Ever

[solvaaya]

Aubade Ending with the Death of a Mosquito by Tarfia Faizullah. Text ID under cut.

[Text ID: silent—sister,                            because you drew from me                            the coil of red twine: loneliness— spooled inside—                            once, I wanted to say one                            true thing, as in, I want more in this life,                            or, the sky is hurt, a blue vessel—                            we pass through each other, like weary                            sweepers haunting through glass                            doors, arcing across gray floors]

#literature #poetry #poems #quotes #desi poetry #desi poets #indian poets #indian poetry #bengali poetry #bengali poets #tarfia faizullah

[cntarella]

Beside me fluttered the wings/ of another promise I made but didn’t keep.

“West Texas Nocturne” by Tarfia Faizullah, from Registers of Illuminated Villages

#poems #poetry #tarfia faizullah #registers of illuminated villages #my collection #I also want to make a weave for snippets abt wings….. for u icarus

[weltenwellen]

Tarfia Faizullah, from "Registers of Eliminated Villages", Registers of Illuminated Villages

#poetry