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#cut-up poetry
fixing-bad-posts · 5 months
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ao3 my beloved
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lucidloving · 7 months
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"The Human Life"— @lucidloving
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panthermodern666 · 2 years
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Cut-Up Poem
Handmade collage 2022
Please Do Not Alter/Remove Credit Or Title
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mimichootings · 11 months
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Cut-up poem (from an old Penguin translation of Sophocles)
A voice cried for pity
            the tearful bird,
  entombed in stone,
            weeping ever in endless sorrow
  always and always
           new shapes of woe,
                          like a savage creature
much wronged. . . .
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creaturewright · 8 months
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vilebird · 1 month
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YOU MAY HATE ME, BUT I CAN'T HATE YOU
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hawkeyeslaughter · 4 months
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by far my stupidest mash headcanon is that whenever after!mash hawktrap meet someone and they ask how they met they explain and then hawkeye gets to the part where trapper leaves and embellishes the hell out of it ,, he’s like “ he left without leaving a note ,, i thought i was never gonna see him again … “ he does this bit every single time and trapper hates it .
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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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divine intervention, o.e.l, 2023 // mixed media collage, images from “a dictionary of angels” by gustav davidson
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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
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oatbugs · 4 months
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Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship
#saw carnation lily lily rose by john singer seargent irl today. it was basically at my doorstep all along idk why i never went to see it#it was placed at a corner in the gallery. me and my friend sat down and sketched the paintings of beautiful naked people quite badly. paper#provided by tate britain. she told me about how she couldnt look her boyfriend in the face after a harrowing film about war. when i say the#interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after#50 years of life he knows people are inherently good and it only takes a little bit of kindness to save this world. he said he tricked#his wife into keeping the baby and then he said he quit his job at a US bank to help people find meaning and in it#he would have liked to find meaning. instead he started climbing with his friends. he said he chews his cigarettes because its a habit from#when he had to hide things from people. the entire time i felt uncomfortable and incredibly enlightened. this is my friends mentor. she has#his pattern of pauses and expletive and penchant for ends-justify-means attitude. i do think im not very clever#but maybe one day i will love you enough to make up for it. i wrote code i dont understand staring at the final error i thought about how#we both thought of how when we're too old to remember the voices of our friends we would like to stand in the pathway of the LHC beam pipe#cut it open and eat light in the freezing cold vacuum (kills you long before radiation will) the invisible puncture wound unfolding dna#back to the start larger than you ever were. you go to heaven once youve been to hell. my friend is in my bed#practicing calculations of eigenvectors by hand and she is uninterested in a visual proof you are uninterested in incompetence#we catch a train this is your kind of burden you tragic hero wincing at that word you only do this because you have to. im the only one#who can. i am a coward in this for the fucking poetry. the visual proofs. the pretty numbers. an architect who was horrible at maths wanted#to be a philosopher and accidentally ended up neck in deep in 70th Error On Visual Studio Code i want to kiss your eyes before we say#goodbye we both know there is no love in the way there should be. I still have your dress in my wardrobe. i hope you make art.#you think im alright head-wise i think you fucking hate me i think ill never be so clever you want me to tell you my idea?#if you wanted more of this world i would have liked to kiss you harder. we cant both be like this. im sorry i cant be with you the whole wa#the love is gone if you have to ask it. his breath catches his eyes feel stiff it is -1.9 kelvin he is near the beam pipe i miss holding#his hand i miss her singing voice i miss his hair and i found the antonym of pain thank you for carrying me home.
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fixing-bad-posts · 6 months
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my trans Queer poly friend is PUNK.
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bumblingbabooshka · 4 months
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Coda. You of all people. Grief. The way Kes had to break Tuvok's hold on her & The way he kept asking if she heard anything - anything at all.
Open yourself to the impressions around you, The thoughts, the minds that are on this ship. All the minds that are on this ship. So many voices.
They are a turbulent storm, and you are the one who must rise above the tempest, to a place that is quiet. It's difficult.
You must lift yourself from the confusion of the storm. Soar into the quiet space among the stars where everything is still. Is there a voice that you can hear? A single voice isolated in the stillness?
Is there anything? Any presence in the void with you? I can't hear anything.
Now I am with you, moving through the quiet space. My thoughts join with yours, extending the range of the search.
(You have to find me.) (Surely, you must know I'm here?) Empty. Alone. (We've shared so much.) Failure. Forced.
Tactical Officer's Log: Is there anything? Is there anything? Is there anything? I('m searching for) a good friend, one I can never replace.
Is there anything? Is there anything? Is there anything? A single voice, isolated in that void? (we've shared so much.) I don't want to come up for air. My lungs force me to breathe.
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chirsu · 9 months
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Page Five of When I Say No, I Feel Guilty by Manuel J. Smith, Ph.D. that I bought at a thrift store.
I am using the cut-up technique and going page by page.
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creaturewright · 9 months
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brainrotdotorg · 1 year
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i have a shitload of red letter bibles and anti-abortion/creationist/homophobic pamphlets that i have a habit of stealing from my campus' local arrows of christ preacher's setup whenever i walk by (dont ask) and i dont know what to do with them. ive been thinking about getting into collaging . any other ideas are appreciated but collaging is my number one right now
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