#eugenia leigh

[geryone]

Bianca, Eugenia Leigh

#quotes #quote #poetry #poem #Eugenia Leigh #id in alt text

[texaschainsawmascara]

“If everything that happens to us lot is ‘God’s will’, then he’s an asshole.” - Darlin’, 2019

Silk - Wolf Alice / The Last Temptation of Christ / Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain / The Fate of My Seven Husbands - Traci Brimhall / stage direction from Antonin Artaud’s The Jet of Blood / The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath / Inbred - Ethel Cain / I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL / Andalusia - Lisa Marie Basile / Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey / Jewish concentration camp prisoner / Andrea Gibson / Arsony - Ethel Cain / No Church In The Wild - Jay Z, Kanye West, Frank Ocean / Phaedra’s Love - Sarah Kane / God Am - Alice In Chains / Blasphemies At The 5th Street Station - S. Osburn / Self Injury - Allie Long / Terrible Lie - Nine Inch Nails / Post Traumatic Stress Disorder With Han - Eugenia Leigh / The Civil War - Anne Sexton / God - Tori Amos / Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare - Leila Chatti / Half-Cocked - Ethel Cain

#parallels #wolf alice #ethel cain #traci brimhall #antonin artaud #andalusia #lisa marie basile #andrea gibson #s osburn #allie long #nine inch nails #trent reznor #eugenia leigh #anne sexton #tori amos #god #sylvia plath #frank ocean #sarah kane #the last temptation of christ #alice in chains

[ghostofashina]

MALENIA, BLADE OF MIQUELLA:

“When my father wasn’t sculpting or smacking me, he said I was made in the image of god. So God I became, forging myself each time I found a man to die for. I was the creator, the crucified.”

— Bianca, Eugenia Leigh.

#elden ring #malenia blade of miquella #malenia goddess of rot #elden ring malenia #gamingedit #dailygaming #gaminggifs #graphics #eldenringedit #fromsoftware #fromsoftware games #videogameedit #poetry #eugenia leigh #quotes #mine: gifset #this was so difficult #never doing that again

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

From a 2014 interview with Louise Glück, shared on Twitter by the poet Eugenia Leigh

[Follies Of God]

#Louise Gluck #Eugenia Leigh #Follies of God #quotes #work #poetry #poems

[juliens-bakery]

I Was Wrong About So Much by Eugenia Leigh

#nat.twenties #poetry #eugenia leigh #i was wrong about so much

[tetedump]

Even with a miswired, misfiring brain, I did this. I accomplished this. Imagine what I could have done with your brain

- Bianca, Eugenia Leigh

#books books books #bianca #eugenia leigh #cptsd #mental health #bipolar disorder #reading #currently reading #quotes #book quotes #psychology #psychology quotes

[beingharsh]

"I Was Wrong About So Much" by Eugenia Leigh, published in The Atlantic

#eugenia leigh #the atlantic #poetry #poems #literature #litblr #words #my posts

[hepatosaurus]

national poetry month, day 5

Elegy Composed in the New York Botanical Garden Catmint—tubular, lavender, an ointment to blur the scar, bloom the skin. My mouth has begun the hunt for words that heal. In the garden, I am startled by a cluster of sun-colored petals marked, Radiation. Piles of radiation. Orange radiation, huddled together like families bound by a hospital-bright morning. And behind them: a force of yuccas called Golden Swords. A bush or mound

of sheath-like leaves sprouting from a proud center. And isn’t that the plot? First the radiation, then the golden sword. I remember, incurably, your mother. The laughter that flowered from her lips. I’m sorry I have no good words to honor her war. It crumbled me to watch you overwhelmed by her face in the daffodils outside your childhood home. —Eugenia Leigh

#eugenia leigh #elegy composed in the new york botanical garden #poetry #national poetry month #npm2023

[missedstations]

“Glossolalia” - Eugenia Leigh

My baby brandishes a wooden knife meant to halve a wooden shallot

as he hollers his newest word. Knife. Look at my son, flashing

his dagger, jamming it into plush animals. Knife, knife. Look at him,

oblivious to the weapons littering his lineage or, God forbid,

possessed by them. Can the babies planted in the dirt of our bodies

absorb the torments buried there? My gentle, watchful child

wants all the knives. But some days, everywhere, blue. The bear, blue.

The bells, blue, the car, the cup, the light. I marvel at my son,

who marvels at the sky—blue, blue— no matter how gray the bully of clouds.

And this is all I want. Look at my son laughing at the rain.

Look how he prods the window with his knife, insisting

we cut up the storm, demanding the blue back into view.

#Poems #Glossolalia #Eugenia Leigh

[perfettamentechic]

3 ottobre … ricordiamo …

3 ottobre … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2014: Umberto Ginocchietti, è stato uno stilista e imprenditore italiano. (n. 1940) 2004: Janet Leigh, nome d’arte di Jeannet Helen Morrison, attrice e scrittrice statunitense. (n. 1927) 2001: Alessandro Fersen, Aleksander Fajrajzen. E’ stato un drammaturgo, attore, regista teatrale e insegnante italiano. (n. 1911) 1987: Verna Hillie, attrice statunitense.  1933 sposò lo sceneggiatore Frank Gill…

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#3 ottobre #Aleksander Fajrajzen #Alessandro Fersen #Cesare Giulio Viola #Eldon Raymond McKee #Eugenia Eagles #Filippo Scelzo #Janet Leigh #Jeanne Eagels #Morti 3 ottobre #Phyllis Randall #Raymond McKee #Ricordando .. #Ricordiamo #Roy McKee #Umberto Ginocchietti #Verna Hillie

[geryone]

Bianca, Eugenia Leigh

#quotes #quote #poetry #poem #Eugenia Leigh #id in alt text

[jaigeye]

because i am my mother's son. / cassian andor & maarva andor.

Paul Tran, Taint / my mother would be a falconress - bending the bow (1968, robert duncan) / Letter to My Rage: An Evolution, by Lidia Yuknavitch / Aria Aber, Can You Describe Your Years in Prison? / Victoria Chang, from Obit / Eugenia Leigh, from “The Morning I Abandoned My Father, Angels,” Blood, Sparrows and Sparrows / Jeanette Winterson, Frankissstein / Andor, Disney+

#maarva #maarva andor #web weaving #andor #cassian #cassian andor #sw web weaving #andor spoilers

[bookclub4m]

30 Recent Poetry Collections by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

This booklist features books from BIPOC poets published in the past three years.

Chrome Valley by Mahogany L. Browne

Feast by Ina Cariño

Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency by Chen Chen

Girls That Never Die: Poems by Safia Elhillo

Content Warning: Everything by Akwaeke Emezi

I Do Everything I'm Told by Megan Fernandes

Living Nations, Living Words: An Anthology of First Peoples Poetry edited by Joy Harjo

Song of my Softening by Omotara James

Spells, Wishes, and the Talking Dead / Mamaht́wisiwin, Pakos̊yimow, Nikihci-́niskot́ṕn : Poems by Wanda John-Kehewin

Burning Like Her Own Planet by Vandana Khanna

Phantom Pain Wings by Kim Hyesoon, translated by Don Mee Choi

Bianca by Eugenia Leigh

Finna by Nate Marshall

Slam Coalkan Performance Poetry: The Condor and the Eagle Meet edited by Jennifer Murrin

God Themselves by Jae Nichelle

You Are Only Just Beginning: Lessons for the Journey Ahead by Morgan Harper Nichols

I’m Always So Serious by Karisma Price

Homie by Danez Smith

Blood Snow by dg nanouk okpik

Promises of Gold/Promesas de Oro by José Olivarez with translation by David Ruano

That Was Now, This is Then by Vijay Seshadri

it was never going to be okay by jaye simpson

Dark Testament by Crystal Simone Smith

Unshuttered: Poems by Patricia Smith

Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls by Kai Cheng Thom

Femme in Public by Alok Vaid-Menon

Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong

Find Her. Keep Her. by Renaada Williams

Rupture Tense by Jenny Xie

From From by Monica Youn

#poetry #genres #booklists

[inuhiime]

:: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !

‘ death loves you. do you love me too? ’ ( supervert )

‘ surely i must be bad, the way you keep punishing me ’ ( leila chatti )

‘ you cannot follow the dead / but you can follow a legend until it stains you ’ ( sally wen mao )

‘ some things you love once & spend the rest of your life pouring salt in the wound ’ ( dante emile )

‘ you love how love sounds more than you know how it works ’ ( mahogany l. browne )

‘ if you give me the exact coordinates of my heart, i still can’t find it ’ ( victoria chang )

‘ how do i grieve the loss of something that’s been returned to me? ’ ( gabrielle bates )

‘ i want to keep who i am despite my deep exhaustion ’ ( kyla jamieson )

‘ all we have that is holy is hollow ’ ( kiki nicole )

‘ speaking to you here, like this, is the most difficult thing i can do ’ ( charif shanahan )

‘ the thing is this: the dead, they won’t stay buried ’ ( chris abani )

‘ how can you make light of what you have done to me? ’ ( elizabeth e. wein )

‘ don’t be afraid-- our whole world is dead and so can do you no harm ’ ( natalie shapero )

‘ there is no answer. why should there be? ’ ( george steiner )

‘ i’ve been waiting to be in this hell here with you ’ ( alice notley )

‘ don’t count on happiness, don’t believe anyone happy until he is dead ’ ( michael kinnucan )

‘ have you ever loved anything? ’ ( elizabeth e. wein )

‘ do you know what a ghost looks like? ’ ( valzhyna mort )

‘ if i am going to be afraid, i might as well do it honest ’ ( hanif adburraqib )

‘ it’s so hard to disappear without anyone noticing ’ ( clint smith )

‘ i was grateful you never killed me ’ ( eugenia leigh )

‘ without violence, how do i understand my life as meaningful? ’ ( gabrielle bates )

‘ you can bury anything inside these hands ’ ( mahogany l. browne )

‘ i’m so glad we both made it home ’ ( dante emile )

‘ which parts of you did you kill so you could be loved? ’ ( jody chan )

#sentence starter meme #sentence prompts #sentence starters #rp starter #rp meme #⪩⪨ ･･･ lit

[hyejungkook]

It’s been a while, but I’ll be at AWP this year since it’s in my town! I’ll be reading at three off-sites and am on a panel on community building with Anna V. Q. Ross, Molly Sutton Kiefer, Nadia Colburn, Julie Choffel. Would love to see you 💗

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Wednesday Night Poetry

Wednesday, February 7th

6:30-10:30 (I read at the end)

Charlotte Street Foundation

In a very special off-site gathering, Wednesday Night Poetry—the longest-running consecutive weekly open mic series in the country—convenes at one of Kansas City’s most iconic art spaces, the Stern Theater at Charlotte Street! This is a SAFE SPACE. Open mic style, open to all WNP poets. One poem per poet, three to four minutes, any theme. Poets will read from 6:30 to 10:30 p.m. Sign up with the Google Form. Come share a poem, stay for community and togetherness. Wine and refreshments provided. Charlotte Street is located 2.9 miles away from the conference hotel, a ten-minute drive. Uber/Lyft encouraged.

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Wild Patience: A Poet-Mom Reading

Wednesday, Feb. 7th

5:30-8:00 PM

21c Museum Hotel

219 W 9th St, KCMO 64105

Eighteen poet moms, drawing from a variety of poetic practices and traditions, will share work that occupies the overlapping spaces of our lives—war zone and garden, city and body, climate and house, populace and child. Readers include Tess Taylor, Iris Jamahl Dunkle, Keetje Kuipers, Nicole Callihan, Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach, among others. Cash bar opens at 5:30 p.m. in Gallery One, reading starts at 6:00 p.m. in Main Gallery.

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Write Through It, Write To It: Finding Community in Adversity

Thursday, Feb. 8th

3:20-3:45 PM

Room 2211, Kansas City Convention Center, Street Level

The past years have upended how and who we think of as community. Locked down in our homes and tethered to Zoom, suddenly writers several continents and time zones away were as close as those next door. As poets, essayist, teachers, and editors we’ll explore the creation of community through difficulty. How do the exigencies of today’s convergent crises and new technologies put pressure on and also invigorate communities? We’ll discuss ways to persevere and find restorative and lasting exchange. Panel with Panel with Anna V. Q. Ross, Molly Sutton Kiefer, Nadia Colburn, Hyejung Kook, Julie Choffel.

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As if Conjured: A Poetry Reading Celebrating Publication of THE FAMILIAR by Sarah Kain Gutowski

Thursday, Feb. 8th

6-8 PM

Bliss Books

3502 Gillham Rd, KCMO 64111

Readings by Sarah Kain Gutowski, Jessica Cuello, Cynthia Marie Hoffman, Vincent James, Hyejung Kook, Ananda Lima, Eugenia Leigh, and Marcus Myers. Free drink tickets for the first twenty attendees!

#awp #AWP24 #poem #reading #the familiar #wnp #Wednesdaynightpoetry

[aquoteamusetheword]

“She was a… Jewel”

“What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” ~Helen Keller

Tuesday October 3rd, 2023

Today would have been the 105th birthday of Jewel Mardis Burgett, better known as my Maw Maw. She was truly one of a kind, a hard, tough as nails, scrappy (97lbs), modern day frontier woman. I was blessed to be her one and only grandchild, she adored me and she loved Jesus (the order was suspect, depending on my behavior).

I spent a lot of my childhood with her. I remember our long summer days; we would weed and pick the garden in the not so cool of the Geraldine Alabama mornings. We were always putting a puzzle together, she said that my eyes looked like windshield wipers scouring for the next piece. I have to admit that unlike my other Grandmother, Jewel could not cook. My Paw Paw always told us that if you put her fried okra in a can, it would make a great rattle… it was not a lie… or an exaggeration.

If you met her, you would call her reserved and shy. We as her family got to see a side of her that not many saw… her unexpected and outgoing sense of humor. For starters she surprised us by taking pictures outside of her apartment on her 90th birthday… in a blue bikini… in front of God and everyone else (I have pictures).

Maw Maw, Mom, Leigh Bee and I shared many adventures and memories, here are just a couple. One Christmas we had to abandon Mom’s house due to an electrical issue, we found an extended stay hotel room for the night. It had something I had never seen in person… a murphy bed. I commented “Maw Maw as small as you are, I bet we can fold you up into the wall behind the bed.” We did, like about 20 times. I can still hear her muffled laughter in the wall. We all howled until our stomachs hurt.

We took a trip to Chattanooga to visit the aquarium and the IMAX. She was quite the nature lover, there was not a plant or animal that she couldn’t name. So, she was amazed by the aquarium. Afterwards while we were walking to the IMAX a bumble bee as big as strawberry honed in on Leigh… she shrieked and in one fail swoop Maw Maw swatted it out of the air and squashed it on the sidewalk. It was like a scene out of a spaghetti western. If there had been iPhones, I am sure there would be a plaque to immortalize the event. The IMAX movie was 3D, I don’t think she watched five minutes of it, she kept turning around and giggling like a school girl at the 200 hundred people behind her in 3D glasses.

My Maw Maw was a veracious reader. She was over the moon when we went to St. Simmons for Easter and was finally able to see Christ’s Church that played such a big party in the Eugenia Price books that she so loved. I am sure that she is one of the main reasons I love to read (and write). Happy Birthday Maw Maw, we love and miss you, in the grand scheme of eternity we will see you soon.

“I thank my God every time I remember you.” ~ Philippians 1:3