#aimee nezhukumatathil

[flowerytale]

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from "Baked Goods", Lucky Fish (published in 2011)

#aimee nezhukumatathil #baked goods #lucky fish #poetry #poem #poems #typo #typography #words #quote #quotes #summer #*

[havingapoemwithyou]

Letters from Two Gardens by Ross Gay & Aimee Nezhukumatathil

#Ross Gay #Aimee Nezhukumatathil #poetry #poem

[asoftepiloguemylove]

hi uhm, i was listening to cinnamon girl by lana del rey and there was this lyric "if you hold without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did" and it would be amazing if you did a webweave based on that <3333

on love and healing

i decided to take this into a more positive direction, i hope that's okay !! have a good day <33

@ruhlare / Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino / Aimee Nezhukumatathil Baked Goods (via @girlfictions) / Cassandra Clare City of Glass / Lana Del Rey Cinnamon Girl / E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) dir. Steven Spielberg / @typewriter-worries

#on love #on falling in love #on healing #web weave #web weaving #poetry compilation #poetry parallels #call me by your name #cmbyn #luca guadagnino #armie hammer #timothee chalamet #aimee nezhukumatathil #baked goods #lana del rey #cinnamon girl #cassandra clare #city of glass #e.t. #e.t. movie #steven spielberg #poem #spilled poetry #words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #dark academia poetry #dark academia #writing #poetry

[sageandscorpiongrass]

hiii can you do web weaving about finding your true purpose in this world?

The world is so vast and beautiful and I am exactly where I'm supposed to be.

I'm terribly sorry this took so long! ;^^

No Accidents, Nikita Gill | Baked Goods, Aimee Nezhukumatathil | Errand Upon Which We Came, Stephanie Strickland | Ulysses, Alfred Lord Tennyson | Bluebonnet Scene, Robert Julian Onderdonk | In Way of Music Water Answers, Adam Wolfond | The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm, Wallace Stevens | Cento Between the Ending and the End, Cameron Awkward-Rich | Cat Stop, Farah | The Invention of the Interstate System, Mira Rosenthal | Watching you talk on the phone, I consider the empty space around atoms–, Rhiannon McGavin | Presumably Dead Arm, Sidney Gish | Oakland in Rain, Aria Aber

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#requests #prose #compilation #web weave #web weaving poetry #parallels #literature #webweaving #on purpose #༺✿ web weaves by basil ✿༻ #nikita gill #aimee nezhukumatathil #stephanie strickland #alfred lord tennyson #adam wolfond #wallace stevens #cameron awkward rich #mira rosenthal #rhiannon mcgavin #aria aber #college has kept me very busy!!

[kitchen-light]

There's a spot over Lake Superior where migrating butterflies veer sharply. No one understood why they made such a quick turn at the specific place until a geologist finally made the connection: a mountain rose out of the water in that exact location thousands of years ago. These butterflies and their offspring can still remember a mass they've never seen, sound waves breaking just so, and fly out of the way. How did they pass on this knowledge of the invisible? Does this message transmit through the song they sing to themselves on their first wild nights, spinning inside a chrysalis? Or in the music kissed down their backs as they crack themselves open to the morning sun? Does milkweed whisper instructions to them as it scatters in the meadow?

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from “World of Wonders | In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks and Other Astonishments”, Souvenir Press, 2021

#aimee nezhukumatathil #quotes #essays #words #found* #nature #butterflies

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Lower East Side • New York City • 1940's :: Flashback Frames

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I love this sentence for a bunch of reasons, including that a lot of people think being broken is unusual, a violation of the terms of agreement, and the end of the story rather than something that quite often happens in the middle. What often happens after that with skin, bones, hearts, and other things is repair...... And sometimes post-traumatic growth.

Roshi Joan Halifax, 2022: "The experience of breakdown can give one a very deep and optimistic view of the potential of others to grow from trauma, instead of being diminished. This is called post-traumatic growth and refers to the benefit from psychological changes that can be experienced as a result of the struggle with challenging life circumstances. It can foster greater resilience. We have to remember that people who have survived trauma can come back transformed by the experience and see that suffering has made them more resilient rather than more fragile, with the ability to thrive in the present rather than being overwhelmed by the past. Beyond the ending of the old way of being, there is hope for the emergence of the new, and to imagine a future in which the wounds are still there, but in a form that makes one wiser and humbler and helps one to thrive."

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"One of the pleasures of getting older is learning that though we are not all broken the same, we're all broken."

~ Ross Gay

(From a marvelous interview with Aimee Nezhukumatathil in Poets & Writers last year.)

[Rebecca Solnit]

#Lower East Side #Ross Gay #Quotes #Rebecca Solnit #Aimee Nezhukumatathil

[llovelymoonn]

Can I request a web weaving about being a little in love with your best friend and forehead kisses and making meals together but platonic? 💛

aimee nezkhukumatathil lucky fish: "baked goods" (via @godsopenwound) \\ @uisc3 \\ rhiannon mcgavin (via @honey-sipping-muse) \\ ramon haindl for zalando's we will hug again campaign \\ @anarchapella \\ garrison keillor supper

kofi

#on love #on friends #asks #anonymous #mine #my webweaving #webweaving #web weaving #webweave #web weave #ww #webs #web #parallel #parallels #parallelism #compilation #compilations #intertextuality #aimee nezhukumatathil #lucky fish #baked goods #rhiannon mcgavin #ramon haindl #we will hug again #anarchapella #garrison keillor

[godzilla-reads]

—World of Wonders by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

#godzilla reads #world of wonders #aimee nezhukumatathil #quotes #book quotes #book excerpts #reading #reads #nature books #booklr #bookworm #bookish #booklover #book blog #book blurb #bibliophile #booklife #booknerd #bookblr

[poetsandwriters]

Ross Gay in “Seeds to Share: A Q&A With Ross Gay,” published in the November/December 2022 issue of Poets & Writers Magazine

#Ross Gay #Inciting Joy #aimee nezhukumatathil #Poetry #Nonfiction #Inspiration #Quotes #Writer's Block #Climate Crisis #Community

[havingapoemwithyou]

Letters from Two Gardens by Ross Gay & Aimee Nezhukumatathil

#Ross Gay #Aimee Nezhukumatathil #poetry #poem

[elwenyere]

I Could Be a Whale Shark

By Aimee Nezhukumatathil

I am worried about tentacles. How you can still get stung even if the jelly arm disconnects from the bell. My husband swims without me—farther out to sea than I would like, buoyed by salt and rind of kelp. I am worried if I step too far into the China Sea, my baby will slow the beautiful kick she has just begun since we landed. The quickening, they call it, but all I am is slow, a moon jelly floating like a bag in the sea. Or a whale shark. Yes—I could be a whale shark, newly spotted with moles from the pregnancy— my wide mouth always open to eat and eat with a look that says Surprise! Did I eat that much? When I sleep, I am a flutefish, just lying there, swaying back and forth among the kelpy mess of sheets. You can see the wet of my dark eye awake, awake. My husband is a pale blur near the horizon, full of adobo and not waiting thirty minutes before swimming. He is free and waves at me as he backstrokes past. This is how he prepares for fatherhood. Such tenderness still lingers in the air: the Roman poet Virgil gave his pet fly the most lavish funeral, complete with meat feast and barrels of oaky wine. You can never know where or why you hear a humming on this soft earth.

#poetry #aimee nezhukumatathil

[smokefalls]

I put my hand over my heart when no one is looking. I want to shield my heart from that familiar ache, save it, and I do— with my little sorry and broken bones.

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, “FOOSH” from Lucky Fish

#Aimee Nezhukumatathil #Lucky Fish #quote #poetry #2022 reads #Sealey Challenge

[kitchen-light]

fireflies are more easily deceived. They lose their light rhythm for a few minutes after a single car's headlights pass. Sometimes it takes hours for them to recalibrate their blinking pattern. What gets lost in the radio silence? What connections are translated incorrectly or missed entirely? Porch lights, trucks, buildings, and the harsh glow of streetlamps all complicate matters and discourage fireflies from sending out their love-light signals - meaning fewer firefly larvae are born the next year.

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from “World of Wonders | In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks and Other Astonishments”, Souvenir Press, 2021

#aimee nezhukumatathil #quotes #essays #words #found* #nature

[jerxiong]

Currently Reading: World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments by Aimee Nezhukumatathil (Milkweed, 2020)

Status: in progress (about halfway through the book; third time picking this up and getting farther than before)

Thoughts: This essay collection is really proving to me that I'm really, really, really bad with nature. I'm not one of those people who grew up immersed in nature--my parents didn't really take my family on hikes, camping, never really took us to the mountains, to forests, to beaches, to national parks. It was probably only a handful of times. What I learned from nature really came from school, like learning about poison oak and poison ivy--even though to this day, I still don't know the difference and would not recognize it if I came across it. I didn't do "nature" things until I was older, when my sisters were allowed to drive us out to do more things outside; when I was in college where I'd do more activities with them.

So, it's been really hard to finish this book. It's not boring, per se. It's doing straightforward essaying, using nature to talk about or connect back to memories to do with identity and race. I'm just having a difficult time conjuring the images in my head. I don't recognize them, I don't know their names. It's hard.

Strangely, my parents and grandparents were garden folks and so those were the things I recognized the most that their hands built: thai chili peppers, cilantro, green onion, squash, peaches.

#bookblr #essay collection #writers of color #asian writers #currently reading #reading #creative nonfiction #jer reader mode #jer brain dumps #Aimee Nezhukumatathil #world of wonders #world of wonders in praise of fireflies whale sharks and other astonishments

[violettesiren]

To everything, there is a season of parrots. Instead of feathers, we searched the sky for meteors on our last night.  Salamanders use the stars to find their way home. Who knew they could see that far, fix the tiny beads of their eyes on distant arrangements of lights so as to return to wet and wild nests? Our heads tilt up and up and we are careful to never look at each other. You were born on a day of peaches splitting from so much rain and the slick smell of fresh tar and asphalt pushed over a cracked parking lot. You were strong enough—even as a baby—to clutch a fistful of thistle and the sun himself was proud to light up your teeth when they first swelled and pushed up from your gums. And this is how I will always remember you when we are covered up again: by the pale mica flecks on your shoulders. Some thrown there from your own smile. Some from my own teeth. There are not enough jam jars to can this summer sky at night. I want to spread those little meteors on a hunk of still-warm bread this winter. Any trace left on the knife will make a kitchen sink like that evening air

the cool night before star showers: so sticky so warm so full of light

End-of-Summer Haibun by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

#Aimee Nezhukumatathil

[girlmixedupwithstreet]

I want our summers to always be like this – a kitchen wrecked with love, a table overflowing with baked goods warming the already warm air.  After all the pots are stacked, the goodies cooled, and all the counters wiped clean – let us never be rescued from this mess.

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from “Baked Goods”, Lucky Fish (pub. in 2011)

#poetry #aimee nezhukumatathil