#cherry mary karr

[pulledrounder]

fruitrollup on tumblr // Mary Karr, excerpt from Cherry // Wendy Cope, “The Orange”

#web weaving #parallels #mary karr #cherry #wendy cope #the orange #yeah ok so i wove a web out of this. if u even care #webweaving

[malaisequotes]

“It's when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy's truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it.”

Cherry by Mary Karr

#Cherry #Mary Karr #Quote #Book

[goblinbabe666]

From “Cherry” by Mary Karr

#shut up em #mary karr #cherry #crying screaming throwing up ripping out my hair etc

[kaciefaithkress]

one of my professors was friends with mary karr

one of my professors was friends with mary karr

one of my professors was friends with mary karr

one of my professors was friends with mary karr

#omg #mary karr #the liars club #cherry #holy shit #writer #writeblr

[wheelsup-sevenup]

keep going.

anon on gentle.earth / a good day by kait rokowski / night walk by franz wright / @/mariajuterud on ig / butterfly on gentle.earth / @arthoesunshine / @sketiana / @sabertoothwalrus / cherry by mary karr / a burst of light by audre lorde / hammond b3 organ cistern by gabrielle calvocoressi

screenshots taken from here and here

#felt a lil hopeful today 🫶 #poetry #web weaving #hope #hopepunk #humanity #keep going #positivity

[soracities]

Hello! I’m not sure if you’d know, but I’m looking for a poem.

It was a about a girl who had attempted suicide and afterwards her father had driven very far to get her plums at her request. When she had received them she promised not to hurt herself anymore as the strength from all the people who loved her would keep her going.

It was quite popular but if you don’t remember maybe someone else would? Thank you.

I know the one! It's not a poem but an excerpt from Mary Karr's Cherry 💗

#ask #Anonymous #mary karr

[metamorphesque]

you seem to know an awful lot about poetry,, think you can help me out?

i remember a while ago i read a heartwrenching poem of a young women recovering from suicide when she asks her father for a specific fruit that was out of season in their particular region, so he drives across state lines to acquire it.

its been bugging me all day sorry if this is random

It's from "Cherry" by Mary Karr

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.

#asks #this one always gets to me

[firstfullmoon]

hi! i wanted to ask for some pieces about fathers, but positive ones? father and daughter love. ive seen very little of those. thank u! take care!

here are some poems on fathers & daughters that are close 2 my heart

“My Father’s Mustache” by Ada Limón + heartwarming bonus:

“Father” by Rachel Eliza Griffiths - this one is not exactly positive but these specific lines make me crazy: “It is difficult to stand inside of the memory / of a man who will give life to me. / A man whose wounds will drift inside / of my birth. I would like to believe / that I loved you before I ever arrived / but maybe that is just the glass-eyed / poet in me or the daughter who clings / to the romance of remembrance, the labor / of stories & histories that precede / the raw material.” also “you look down / at hands that once cupped my entire body / in one palm.” :-(

“Requiem for a New Year” by Mary Karr + not poetry but honestly her writing about her father always guts me and specifically this excerpt from Cherry

“The Truth” by Natasha Rao

“Salmon” by Gabrielle Bates

“The Race” by Sharon Olds

#w #poetry compilation

[april-is]

April 11, 2024: The Coffin Maker Speaks, Lisa Suhair Majaj

The Coffin Maker Speaks Lisa Suhair Majaj

At first it was shocking—orders flooding in faster than I could meet. I worked through the nights, tried to ignore the sound of planes overhead, reverberations shaking my bones, acid fear, the jagged weeping of those who came to plead my services. I focused on the saw in my hand, burn of blisters, sweet smell of sawdust; hoped that fatigue would push aside my labor's purpose.

Wood fell scarce as the pile of coffins grew. I sent my oldest son to scavenge more but there was scant passage on the bombed out roads And those who could make it through brought food for the living, not planks for the dead. So I economized, cut more carefully than ever, reworked the extra scraps. It helped that so many coffins were child-sized.

I built the boxes well, nailed them strong, loaded them on the waiting trucks, did my job but could do no more. When they urged me to the gravesite— that long grieving gash in earth echoing the sky's torn warplane wound— I turned away, busied myself with my tools. Let others lay the shrouded forms in new-cut wood, lower the lidded boxes one by one: stilled row of toppled dominoes, long line of broken teeth. Let those who can bear it read the Fatiha over the crushed and broken dead. If I am to go on making coffins, Let me sleep without knowledge.

But what sleep have we in this flattened city? My neighbors hung white flags on their cars as they fled. Now they lie still and cold, waiting to occupy my boxes. Tonight I'll pull the white sheet from my window. Better to save it for my shroud.

One day, insha'allah, I'll return to woodwork for the living. I'll build door for every home in town, smooth and strong and solid, that will open quickly in times of danger, let the desperate in for shelter. I'll use oak, cherry, anything but pine.

For now, I do my work. Come to me and I'll build you what you need. Tell me the dimensions, the height or weight, and I'll meet your specifications. But keep the names and ages to yourself. Already my dreams are jagged Let me not wake splintered from my sleep crying for Fatima, Rafik, Soha, Hassan, Dalia, or smoothing a newborn newdead infant's face. Later I too will weep. But if you wish me to house the homeless dead, let me keep my nightmares nameless.

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Today in:

2023: Running Orders, Lena Khalaf Tuffaha 2022: April, Alex Dimitrov 2021: Dust, Dorianne Laux 2020: VI. Wisdom: The Voice of God, Mary Karr 2019: What I Didn’t Know Before, Ada Limón 2018: History, Jennifer Michael Hecht 2017: from Correspondences, Anne Michaels 2016: Mesilla, Carrie Fountain 2015: Dolores Park, Keetje Kuipers 2014: Finally April and the Birds Are Falling Out of the Air with Joy, Anne Carson 2013: The Flames, Kate Llewellyn 2012: To See My Mother, Sharon Olds 2011: Across a Great Wilderness without You, Keetje Kuipers 2010: Poem About Morning, William Meredith 2009: Death, The Last Visit, Marie Howe 2008: Animals, Frank O’Hara 2007: Johnny Cash in the Afterlife, Bronwen Densmore 2006: Anne Hathaway, Carol Ann Duffy 2005: Sleep Positions, Lola Haskins

#war #death #grief #poetry of witness #lisa suhair majaj

[ponyoisms]

it’s so funny my reading goal for 2023 was 150 books and i ended up reading exactly 150 it wasn’t on purpose i wasn’t racing to make the goal or anything and it would have been more but i DNF a lot towards the end of the year…. just ended up being on the dot!! my first book of 2024 will be mary karr cherry because i was in the middle of it already and then also probably carson mccullers short story collection and eileen myles poetry collection both of which i was making my way through in dec 2023 and will simply finish in 2024 but i think i want the first book i start and finish in 2024 to be giovanni’s room….. then in the winter i want to read some nabokov…. maybe rf kuang babel…. hm what else…. i remember in jan 2023 i was reading shirley jackson short stories and the left hand of darkness (and nightwood) and those were really great to start the year with…. fun, compelling, made me think….

#mine

[miracle-vine]

Bought myself a used copy of Cherry by Mary Karr and Jazz by Toni Morrison. And a copy of my favorite book (Dandelion Wine) to give away (I’ve done this countless times). Total came to $16.02

#mio

[pulledrounder]

my dad just drove an hour to leave a bag with bread rolls and snacks and an electric socket at my door because my state exams start on monday and my parents wanted to bring me something and one of my electric sockets broke last night. it's 7 in the morning. mary karr cherry moment trying not to cry rn

#texts.mp4

[malaisequotes]

“That's how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don't earn it. It's given.”

Cherry by Mary Karr

#Cherry #Mary Karr #Quote #Book

[goblinbabe666]

Haha 😃

#shut up em #tag vent #as if I didn’t need more reason to hate my own life #anyways that one excerpt from cherry by Mary karr? #what happens if not only is nobody willing to cross state lines #but if nobody is even willing to go to 7/11 for sour gummies don’t you can stop sobbing hysterically #even though it’s less than a city block away #it’s a metaphor but goddamn. #I am constantly begging for the slightest inkling of kindness

[ribcagewolf]

ALSO tagged by @againstfaith for this ilysm lucas ty

favourite colour: atm hot pink everything. its my # sceneslutsummer. favs of all time are black, dark green, burnt orange, red

currently reading: bones and all by camille deangelis, flowers in the attic by v. c. andrews, (reread) cherry by mary karr. i am always reading everything

last song: saturnine by the mystery jets <3

last series: grey's anatomy LMFAO its so bad and fun to watch. also doing an x-files season 2 rerun and slowly making my way through yellowjackets

last movie: spotlight (2015) blew my mind and then while on that high i watched official secrets (2019) and cowboys (2020) :3

currently working on: everything. (knitting a cardigan, making curtains and posters for my room, writing the greatest record ever, getting my life together, becoming someone i like etc)

@judeiscariot @sweatermuppet @butiknowiloatheyou @gogetyrshovel @rangerpanties @frenchfryfreeloader @klljys @twinnedpeaks @odilegerard @unalivejournal @thesituationroom im just copying the last batch sorry! no pressure !!

#i love doing these im just late please tag me in everything #SALEM ik we did this last year but do it again 👿 #do u like my colours 😼

[thaliajoy-blog]

Sharing some of my favorite poems for Christmas ❤️

- An Arundel Tumb by Philip Larkin

- The City in the Sea by Edgar Allan Poe

- The Shield of Achilles by W.H. Auden

- Cherry Blossoms by Topaz Winters

- Guidebook for Wild Things Wishing to be Tamed by Topaz Winters

- The Stones by Sylvia Plath

- Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath

- The Nude Swim by Anne Sexton

- She Was a Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth

- Fame is a Fickle Food by Emily Dickinson

- Home by Warsan Shire

- An American Sunrise by Joy Harjo

- The Tollund Man by Seamus Heaney

- Little Red Cap by Carol Ann Duffy

- Sonnet 116 by W. Shakespeare

- Persimmons by Li-Young Lee

- The Burning Girl by Mary Karr

- Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke

- Two-Headed Calf by Laura Gilpin

- The last sonnet of Elisabeth Bishop

- Tea at the Palaz of Hoon by Wallace Stevens

#poetry #my favorite poems #merry christmas #😘