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fixing-bad-posts · 6 months

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[Image description: A cut-up poem, pasted over a photograph of purple-toned clouds. Transcript is below.]

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weeks ago, i told you this was happening this utterly outrageous love for you I've never seen anything like it.

This growing feral tip of the spear. This is you? Christ, you're pornographic

We will be a monumental moment in time yet another war being waged

we'll go in violation of the law. threaten pastors to be sharing each other

We could strip and become churches remove the scripts you could pray in me

#part 2 of turning bigoted manifestos into queer love poetry!#fixingbadposts #fixing-bad-posts #cut-up poetry #cut-up poem #poetry #love poetry #queer love poetry #queer love poem #found poetry #cut up poetry #earnest fbp

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elinekeit-artstuff · 3 months

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I stopped looking for the way out years ago It's like chasing a ghost

🎶 Lyrics from Minotaur Forgiving Minos by Moonface 🎶

Tried my hand at making a digital collage

#collage #minotaur #digital collage #collage poetry #cut-up poem #artists on tumblr #2023 works #greek mythology #bare chest #id in alt text #id in alt

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lucidloving · 7 months

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"The Human Life"— @lucidloving

#poetry #collage #cut-up poetry #poem #wikipedia #wikipedia poetry #wikipedia poem #humanity #human nature

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masterbaiting · 5 months

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the parasite

red mother, laurel radzieski / the thick of it (2005-2012) / the beggar, swans / the parasite, swans / ladybug found in transverse colon during colonoscopy / some guy on twitter in 2011 / wiktionary page for stoma / the thick of it 2x01 commentary / some article / peachy, missy higgins / various images of ophiocordyceps, cordyceps, and other insects

#hello ive been working on this unconstitutionally long post for like a month. sorry its so fucking cluttered. there is still more i could #add in but i am cutting it off here. max recced me 'red mother' its a poem from the perspective of a parasite and everyone should read it #this post kind of portrays both malcolm and ollie as parasites of each other - malcolm as the overbearing ophiocordyceps controlling ollie'#every move and ollie as the tapeworm or some shit small and sapping away malcolm's strength until he kills him #really they are both hosts to the same parasite. which is of couse working for the british government #anyway my favourite parts of this are the mouth/anus bit (starts losing my mind) and no yeah actually idk all of it #the thick of it #shut up ulrike #my webweaves #webweave #malcolm tucker #ollie reeder #sorry for this objectively fucking insane post. i will never change #long post

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vilebird · 2 months

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YOU MAY HATE ME, BUT I CAN'T HATE YOU

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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this time i gotta know, where did my daddy go?

Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong / Catherine Lacey Cut / Agustin Gómez-Arcos (tr. William Rodamor) The Carnivorous Lamb / unknown / Kellin Childhood trauma / Nguyệt Lê Girl Memories Drawing / Reynier Llanes Stay / Nicola Yoon The Sun is Also a Star / Clementine von Radics

i. Ocean Vuong, Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong

[ "Don't worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets" ]

ii. Catherine Lacey, Cut

[ "if you're raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. you will find him even when he is not there." ]

iii. Augustin Gomez-Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

[ "The word 'Father' rotted in my mouth" ]

iv. unknown

[ "LET YOUR DAD DIE: IT'S FINE / IT'S FINE / IT'S WHAT HE DID TO HIS DAD / IT'S WHAT HE WOULD DO FOR YOU" ]

v. Kellin, Childhood trauma

[ "My father had the kind of anger all fathers do. / Loud and terrible. / It lingers for your whole life." ]

vi. Nguyet Le, Girl Memories Drawing

[ Drawing of a woman with long, straight black hair and a somber expression reaching out into a white void shaped like a man. Her hand pushes straight into his torso. ]

vii. Reynier Llanes, Stay

[ Painting of a brunette woman wearing a pink dress with her back turned towards the viewer. She rests one hand on the balcony and holds another up. Beside her is the transparent form of a person sitting on the balcony looking down at her. ]

viii. Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star

[ "I wish I still felt that way. Growing up and seeing your parents' flaws is like losing your religion. I don't believe in God anymore. I don't believe in my father either." ]

ix. Clementine von Radics

[ "Every time a man yells / you are seven years old again / and he is packing that suitcase / once more. Picking you up by the neck, teaching you obedience. To be soft, / like the belly of a fish / exposed to a knife." ]

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recurring-polynya · 21 days

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i want the boots rukia is wearing in this color spread more than anything

#rukia kuchiki #it is a truth universally acknowledged that Kubo sure can design an outfit but the shoes he comes up with #are in some entirely separate dimension of coolness #there are different color versions of this floating around online where they are brown instead of black which i think i like better #but those were cropped so you could only see one of her feet #if *i* had colored them i would have made them a little more colorful #and thanks to the magic of art being available to all humans i can and PERHAPS I WILL #not me trying to figure out if this is the same outfit she had in the ska ending #it is similar but it IS NOT she had a cardigan there instead of this wicked leather jacket and no cute scarf and most importantly NO BOOTS #btw there is some sort of poem floating between chad and tatsuki you can't read it but in one of the hi res versions i found you can #it says: beatnix 5506 humble-rumble on the road o the middle earth in my heart crush beat #the rest is cut off but says something like 'the man of the [something] colored'#what in the southern fried tom bombadil is that supposed to be???#also ichigo has TWO wallet chains and cargo pants to nowhere. why. why kubo.

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fuckingwhateverdude · 1 year

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divine intervention, o.e.l, 2023 // mixed media collage, images from “a dictionary of angels” by gustav davidson

#one frantic hour of cutting up books n newspaper later…..#anyway i hope its a vibe i havent done art in a min </3 #my art #my art tag #religion #religious imagery #religious iconography #catholic imagery #ex catholic #catholic guilt #angels #angel imagery #collage art #mixed media #poetry #original poem

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wavebiders · 5 months

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Thinking about how most of the time when you have the option to stay quiet during a companion quest you get approval for letting them handle it and sometimes even get disaproval for talking over them

And then with Shadowheart's quest speaking up with Viconia not only gives a +5(while *keep silent* gives nothing) but also if you don't do that she will look genuinely scared when Viconia asks you to hand her over

#girl just wants someone to love her and stand up for her😭#I've been choosing to stay silent for all my pt's since I'm so used to letting the companions handle their own quests #so I always get the scared look at Viconia's offer #which is heartbreaking but makes perfect sense #she's spent most of her life being used and abused by her caretakers whose love was so desperate for #of course when confronted with that trauma she's gonna have a moment of doubt in regards to the person she loves now #but turns out just standing up for her beforehand cuts that panic short!#anyway I just think it's a very interesting character detail that having someone vocally have her back #is more important than leading the confrontation herself #bg3 #shadowheart #also not to get overly self-indulgent #but you know that one poem about how to the author being butch means this feeling of chivalry towards other girls?#that feeling is part of why this romance works so well for me #Shadowheart isn't weak and she is the hero of her own story #but you do kinda get to be her knight in shining armor so to speak you know?#larian did a great job of balancing that with still making sure she has enough agency and stands on her own #and without ever making it feel like the romance is mainly geared towards men #I appreciate that

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thewinedarksea · 6 months

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we went to iceland! (pt 2, colorful version)

#ft. MY WIFE (top right best hair you will ever see) (also the only photo of mine and therefore lacking in the everything)#and also me bc i was having a Phenomenal hair day at solheimajokull (not spelled with the special characters bc my laptop does not have #those). the food was phenomenal; michaela's still talking about the fish. we went to this one bubble waffle place 4 separate times.#and the waterfalls!!! we went on the golden circle tour the second day and got to walk right up to the waterfall; i was soaked through.#i spent the entire day pointing at things for michaela to take pictures of and waxing rapturous on the countryside. the way it goes and goe #and goes and-- the sky and the water. the *colors*. the one mary oliver quote--he is the poem i wanted to write--except that this is the #story i would want to write in the form of a country.#losing my mind over it still. we did get to see the northern lights!! posted up in the pitch black next to the sea; everything smelling of #salt and cold; the lighthouse cutting up the night just behind us. the most magical experience.#mine.txt #iceland trip #my face #i reach for you in the night

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thefunkyspoon · 2 months

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Self-harm is not fun.

Stop romantizing self harm. It's not some edgy aesthetic.

Having your family immediately suspect you when any of the knives or scissors go missing is not fun.

Your family checking your body and arms is not fun.

People asking about your scars is not fun.

Making up lies to keep yourself from pity is not fun.

Self-harm. Is. Not. Fun.

Your family going "what the fuck?" When just seeing your healed scars is not fun.

Having a limp from your cuts is not fun.

People not being convinced your healing/okay bc of your old scars is not fun.

These marks will never go away. Anyone who decides to love me is gonna have to be pretty fucking progressive.

Self-harm is not fun.

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fixing-bad-posts · 7 months

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[Image description: A cut-up poem. Transcript as follows, "old men fast in the kitchen / most are not well // most mean little to me // my head / my hate / are cooked and fashioned / like this southern meal / I believe I should be food / girls and women collect my corpse / feed on my body".]

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on: making feminist art from tradwife facebook memes

#fixingbadposts #fixing-bad-posts #cut-up poem #vocabularyclept poem #vocabularyclept poetry #art making #abstract poetry #magnet poetry #sometimes i try to be a real blackout poet i guess #earnest fbp

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elinekeit-artstuff · 9 months

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A meditation on 女媧 (Nüwa) and the act of creation.

She presses the clay between her fingers carefully mixing twisting cutting folding breaking constantly searching for the shape of herself

Her warm hands are as coarse as hessian The fire in her brown almond eyes is electrifying bright with the vibrancy of power, strength and happiness.

"whenever you're ready, come alive."

Then Everything happened,

skin, hair, head, chest, eyes, arms emerge from the earth.

combine into a body, and breathes

#poem #artists on tumblr #collage poetry #queer art #thinking about the act of creation that comes with being trans #you know how it is #i also really liked how the collage turned out #collage #2022 works #mix media #cut-up poem

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poltergeist-coffee · 8 months

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Mariana can peel/ separate orange slices perfectly vs Slime who cannot for the life of him do it and absolutely rips that piece of fruit to shreds

#slimeriana #fliporiana #where's that poem/writing about oranges and how person A hopes person B never learns how to peel oranges #because then they can keep doing it for person B and share their orange with them #where is it #im thinking about it and getting emotional over it #sharing fruit is so important to me that's what love is to me #to me love is like cutting up fruit for someone and just giving it to them even if they dont ask idk idk #okay last post before i return to school work #qslimeriana nation i promise to feed you soon college is just kicking my ass #💬 one new message

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heartoflesh · 8 days

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You blamed me. But what is the difference between pulling away slowly and doing it all at once. In the end, we will still end up being the ghost of each other anyway.

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

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queenlucythevaliant · 4 months

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🪆would love one featuring Russian thoughts on God! ✝️

SO. I could have sworn that I've posted "Avvakum in Pustozyorsk" on this blog before, but I can't seem to find it so here it is.

(For context, this is written in the voice of a 17th century Russian Orthodox priest and religious dissident (an "Old Believer"). Avvakum was sent to the military outpost of Pustozyorsk where he was imprisoned four fourteen years, then eventually burned at the stake. It uses this historical voice to reflect on the religious persecution of the Soviet era. Also, it's fairly long, so I've highlighted my favorite stanzas.)

Avvakum in Pustozyorsk The walls of my church are the ribs round my heart; it seems life and I are soon bound to part. My cross now rises, traced with two fingers. In Pustozyorsk it blazes; its blaze will linger. I’m glorified everywhere, vilified, branded; I have already become the stuff of legend: I was, people say, full of anger and spite; I suffered, I died for the ancient rite. But this popular verdict is ugly nonsense; I hear and reject the implied censure. A rite is nothing – neither wrong nor right; a rite is a trifle in God’s sight. But they attacked our faith and the ways of the past, in all we’d learned as children, and taken to heart. In their holy garments, in their grand hats, with a cold crucifix in their cold hands, in thrall to a terror clutching their souls, they drag us to jails and herd us to scaffolds. We don’t debate doctrine, of books and their age; we don’t debate virtues of fetters and chains. Our dispute is of freedom, and the right to breathe – about our Lord’s will to bind as he please. The healers of souls chastised our bodies; while they schemed and plotted, we ran to the forests. Despite their decrees, we hurled our words out of the lion’s mouth and into the world. We called for vengeance against their sins along with the Lord; we sang poems and hymns. The words of the Lord were claps of thunder. The Church endures; it will never go under. And I, unyielding, reading the Psalter, was brought to the gates of the Andronikov Monastery. I was young; I endured every pain: hunger, beatings, interrogations. A winged angel shut the eyes of the guard, brought me cabbage soup and a hunk of bread. I crossed the threshold – and I walked free. Embracing my exile, I walked to the East. I held services by the Amur River, where I barely survived the winds and blizzards. They branded my cheeks with brands of frost; by a mountain stream they tore out my nostrils. But the path to the Lord goes from jail to jail; the path to the Lord never changes. And all too few, since Jesus’s days, have proved able to bear God’s all-seeing gaze. Nastasia, Nastasia, do not despair; true joy often wears a garment of tears. Whatever temptations may beat in your heart, whatever torments may rip you apart, walk on in peace through a thousand troubles and fear not the snake that bites at your ankles – though not from Eden has this snake crawled; it is an envoy of evil from Satan’s world. Here, birdsong is unknown; here one learns patience and the wisdom of stone. I have seen no colour except lingonberry in fourteen years spent as a prisoner. But this is not madness, nor a waking dream; it is my soul’s fortress, its will and freedom. And now they are leading me far away and in fetters; my yoke is easy, my burden grows lighter. My track is swept clean dusted with silver; I’m climbing to heaven on wings of fire. Through cold and hunger, through grief and fear, towards God, like a dove, I rise from the pyre. O far-away Russia – I give you my vow to return from the sky, forgiving my foes. May I be reviled, and burned at the stake; may my ashes be cast on the mountain wind. There is no fate sweeter, no better end, than to knock, as ash, at the human heart.

--Varlam Shalamov

#i know this is way longer than most of what i've been sharing #i thought about putting a cut somewhere but i just couldn't think where #you can't cut this. i mean right??#so yeah. hopefully you're okay with long #i've got a whole bunch of great Russian poems about God and the church #but this is consistantly the one that hits me hardest #and it hits me a little differently each time #i have seen no color but lingonberry (blood) in 14 years #and i am preparing to die #but i want to forgive my foes #i want to go joyfully #and i want to knock as ash on the human heart. i want my life to be a witness #and i wish there was a way to tell him that it is #the bit about God's will to bind as he pleases and the linking of that with human freedom... surprisingly reformed for an Orthodox priest #idk #i adore this poem #i have a couple stanzas done in calligraphy and hanging up in my closet #so even though it's long i hope this poem was to your liking friend #russia where are you flying to?#ask me hard questions

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