#marty mcconnell

[romancestual]

“vivisection (you’re going to break my heart)” by Marty McConnell from The Best American Poetry 2014, edited by Terrance Hayes and David Lehman.

#poetry #marty mcconnell

[apoemaday]

Survival Poem #17

by Marty McConnell

because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the month before, when you still thought maybe. still carried plans around with you like talismans. you could have kissed him last night. could have gone home with him, given in, cried after, softly, face to the wall, his heavy arm around you, hand on your stomach, rubbing. shower. remember your body. water hotter than you can stand. sit on the shower floor. the word devastated ringing the tub. buildings collapsed into themselves. ribs caving toward the spine. recite the strongest poem you know. a spell against the lonely that gets you in crowds and on three hours’ sleep. wonder where the gods are now. get up. because death is not an alternative. because this is what you do. air like soup, move. door, hallway, room. pants, socks, shoes. sweater. coat. cold. wish you were a bird. remember you are not you, now. you are you a year from now. how does that woman walk? she is not sick or sad. doesn’t even remember today. has been to Europe. what song is she humming? now. right now. that’s it.

#poetry #marty mcconnell #survival poem 17

[taruolentow]

“WHEN THEY SAY YOU CAN’T GO HOME AGAIN, WHAT THEY MEAN IS YOU WERE NEVER THERE” by Marty Mcconnell

pretentious artsy angst of my dnd pc ilta <3

#my art #my ocs #digital art #character design #original character #dnd #dnd 5e #dungeons and dragons #d&d #tiefling #wizard #visual poetry #marty mcconnell #baldur's gate #fantasy art

[dk-thrive]

There is space in my bones // for only so much grief. The rest / has to wait for sleep.

— Marty McConnell, from "Elegy" (Southern Indiana Books)

#Marty McConnell #bones #grief #loss #rest #sleep #hurt

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"you take a lover / for granted, you take / a lover who looks at you / like maybe you are magic."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

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[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

I don’t know how you could trust anyone who’s never been lost inside their own body.

Marty McConnell

#quote #marty mcconnell #trust #lost #inside #body #quotes

[squeakowl]

You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep. You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin. You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions. You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall. You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry. ~ Marty McConnell

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[blackberryjam]

marty mcconnell, when they say you can’t go home again, what they mean is you were never there

#poetry #marty mcconnell #🤍 #❣️

[strangelovealchemist]

“At some point it becomes true that all stories

are love stories. all making, love making.

I didn’t make this rule. but it binds me

all the same. I wish there were a law

against condescending against love. against

the economy of fear that says your joy

means less joy for me as if love

were pie, or money, or fossil fuel

dug or pumped from the earth, gone

when it’s gone. it’s just not true. the heart

with its gift for magnificent expansion

is not coal. not fruit set to spoil or the dollar

cringing in its wallet. when you say darling,

the world lights up at its edges. when mouths

find mouths and minds follow or minds find

minds and mouths, hands, hips, toes, follow –

how about you call that sacred. how about you raise

your veined right hand and swear on the blood

that branches there, yes. I take this crush

to be my lawful infatuation. I will bend toward joy

until the bending’s its own pleasure. I will memorize

photographs and street maps, I will acquiesce

to the maudlin urgency of pop songs and dance,

and dance – there’s a perfection only the impossible kiss

possesses. there are notes you can only hear naked

in the dark of a room to which you will never

return. anything that moves the world toward light

is a blessing. why not take it with both hands,

lift it to your lips like a broth of stars. this

is the substance that holds our little atoms together

into bodies. this sweet paste of longing

is all that binds us to the earth.

and all we know of the gods.”

— “Three of Cups,” Marty McConnell

#Marty McConnell #Three Of Cups #All Stories Are Love Stories #Sacred #Joy #Pleasure #Dance #Kiss #Love #Light #Poetry

[exolovek]

#Marty McConnell #poetry #this is one of my favorite poems ever

[embraceyouropacities]

“Instructions for a Body” — Marty McConnell

Praise the miracle body: The odd and undeniable mechanics of hand, Hundred-boned foot, Perfect stretch of tendon. Praise the veins that river these wrists.

Praise the prolapsed valve in a heart. Praise the scars marking a gallbladder absent. Praise the rasp and rattle of functioning lungs. Praise the pre-arthritic ache of elbows and ankles.

Praise the lifeline sectioning a palm. Praise the photographic pads of fingertips. Praise the vulnerable dip at the base of a throat. Praise the muscles surfacing on an abdomen.

Praise these arms that carry babies and anthologies. Praise the leg hairs that sprout and are shaved. Praise the ass that refuses to shrink or be hidden. Praise the cunt that bleeds and accepts, Bleeds and accepts.

Praise the prominent ridge of nose. Praise the strange convexity of ribcage. Praise the single hair that insists on growing from a right areola. Praise the dent where the mole was clipped from the back of a neck. Praise these inner thighs brushing. Praise these eyelashes that sometimes turn inward. Praise these hips preparing to spread into a grandmother’s skirt. Praise the beauty of the freckle on the first knuckle of a left little finger.

We’re gone In a blizzard of seconds. Love the body human while we’re here, A gift of minutes on an evolving planet, A country in flux.

Give thanks for bone and dirt And the million things that will kill us someday, Motion and the pursuit of happiness, no guarantees.

Give thanks For chaos theory, ecology, common sense That says we are web, A planet in balance or out, That butterfly in Tokyo setting off thunderstorms in Iowa.

Tell me you don’t matter to a universe that conspired To give you such a tongue, Such rhythm or rhythmless hips, Such opposable thumbs.

Give thanks or go home a waste of spark. Speak or let the maker take back your throat. March or let the creator rescind your feet. Dream or let your god destroy your good and fertile mind.

This is your warning. This is your birthright. Do not let this universe regret you.

#marty mcconnell #poem #bodies #appreciation #sacred texts #meaning #life #wisdom #reminder

[ashtrayfloors]

the fidelity of disagreement

Because there are seven kinds of loneliness the receptionist keeps a basket of candy by her desk. I keep my hair long out of some poorly sublimated need

for tangible accomplishment. On Tuesdays, the man under the El tracks calls me Miss America. Most afternoons, the jobless gather in pockets

to shout compliments to each other across Sheridan. It sounds a great deal like seagulls calling other seagulls over the lake, or more accurately, around the raw ascending buildings

where they screech directions, one to the other, head for water that is not the river, past the bridge and the Picasso,

over the heads of the unlisteners, headphones tucked into our ear-beds, and this is the first loneliness. In the dream, I pull away slowly, and you stand there, very still. When I turn

the corner, you are still there, and the next, still there in the rearview, then it's not a car at all but a movie, you're in an airport in San

Francisco, on an ex-lover's couch in Seattle, it's unseasonably cold for October, even for Chicago. There's too much room on the mattress

and your shoes sit panting in the closet. What do I know about loneliness. You're on your way home to me

and a kitchen where the overhead light sighs into a dim and the spoons tuck their worn faces away. It's best to argue in person, so you can see

where to aim the knives. This is the third. I don't know what I would name a child. Four. Across the train, a grown man memorizes the pattern

of a girl's school uniform skirt. A shirt button is about to come undone. He leans forward in his seat, our train a compression chamber draining. Five. Somebody says, you have

to show up early if you want to get the chocolate. I want to name this something other than sorrow, tell you

I have a bird behind each knee. One is always in a panic. The other, most often asleep. I wish I could tell you that I know what I'm doing. Was I ever a woman

who could shave her head without flinching? I was. This is the sixth. We have time for mistakes. The men on the street orbit

the employment office in a set rotation I cannot translate. What loneliness is left? You have the most beautiful face.

—Marty McConnell, from Wherever I'm At: An Anthology of Chicago Poetry (After Hours Press, 2022)

#poetry #marty mcconnell #chicago #relationships #loneliness #this fucking poem #wherever i’m at #typography #was i ever a woman // who could shave her head without flinching?

[thriftdyke]

tagged by @grieving4theliving 9 favorite books! I suck at remembering books I loved in the past so these are just the books I’m used to telling people are my favorite books plus some I’ve read recently plus fav series. (for series I tried to choose my fav from each but the series as a whole can also be represented)

tagging:

@loveyouslay @jordanshenessy @friendofcars @eruditetyro @lesbianjudasiscariot and anybody else who wants to!

#kinda surprised I’m putting tomorrow(x3) on here cuz I honestly thought it was a 4 star book while reading but #after I finished I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I actually loved it. #been happening to me a lot lately its weird #anyway its the best standalone I’ve read in years probably so its going on here #I NEED everyone to read the marty mcconnell book (top left). #its hard to find you have to order from like a specific publishing site #but its the best poetry I’ve ever read and it legitimately has healed my soul so many times #color purple and the poisonwood bible are the answers I usually give people when I want to sound sophisticated and smart #they did change my life though. even though I think I only read tcp once #and I just remembered edward tulane the other day…. god. most heartwrenching fucking childrens book you’ll ever read #books #tag game

[wine-porn]

Martaella McFly

They don’t call him Dr. Pinot for nothin. Rich and delicious in the nose, a ackground of bitter mineral steely and vegetal: gunpowder fluff on ripe decadence–or maybe the opposite. Layers of licorice and rust on juice rather tart in bouquet but built on leathery pillows of smoky grandeur. Isn’t Pinot wonderful? It’s not sharp and acidic in the mouth: rather capitalizing on RRV luxury throughout…

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#Best wine reviews #Central Coast Critic #Donald PAtz #Donald Patz Pinot Noir #Donald Patz Wine Group #Dr. Pinot #Maritana Pinot Noir #Maritana Vineyards #Martaella Vineyard #MArty McFly #Pinot Noir #RRV #Russian River Valley #Russian River Valley Pinot Noir #soif #Soif Wine Blog #Sonoma County #Stephen McConnell #Stephen McConnell Wine Blog #Steve McConnell #Steve McConnell Wine Blog #wine1percent

[texaschainsawmascara]

Bloodsport - Yves Olade / Aleksandra Waliszewska / Every Single Night - Fiona Apple / Eat (2014) / Heavy Balloon - Fiona Apple / Ana Teresa Barboza / Dark Places - Gillian Flynn / Breezeblocks - alt J / No Good Bloodsuckers - Emma Rebholz / The Waves - Virginia Woolf / Soft Targets  - Deborah Landau / Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami / Game of Thrones / tbd / Much Ado About Nothing - Shakespeare / Angelica Carnis - Mark Ryden / Ashley - Halsey / Johnny Panic & The Bible Of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose And Diary Excerpts - Sylvia Plath / Gold Satin Dreamer - Nicole Dollanganger / Brain Damage / Jessica Harrison / Blood Roses - Tori Amos / Riot Poof - Tori Amos / Michelle Pfeiffer (Solo Version) - Ethel Cain / Medea - Euripides / Girls Can’t Play Guitar - BONES UK / Smells Like Sex - Sizzy Rocket / Смерти Больше Нет (Death No More) - IC3PEAK / QimmyShimmy on ig / x / The Best American Poetry (2014) - Marty McConnell / Zura.hell / The Agonist - Shastra Deo / Teeth - Lady Gaga / You Are The Apple - Lady Lamb / The Body - Stephen King / 🥩 / Sick Like Me - In This Moment

#parallels #yves olade #fiona apple #ana teresa barboza #gillian flynn #william shakespeare #shakespeare #mark ryden #halsey #sylvia plath #nicole dollanganger #tori amos #ethel cain #horror #lovecore #meat #medea #euripides #ic3peak #in this moment

[ahaura]

Bones and All (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino

Hélène Cixous, The Love of the Wolf

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Maud Ellmann, The Hunger Artists

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams, “The Red Girl”

Marty McConnell, The Best American Poetry (2014) ed. David Lehman & Terrance Hayes, “vivisection (you’re going to break my heart)”

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Hélène Cixous, The Love of the Wolf

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Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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Maud Ellmann, The Hunger Artists

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Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams, “The Red Girl”

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Marty McConnell, The Best American Poetry (2014) ed. David Lehman & Terrance Hayes, “vivisection (you’re going to break my heart)”

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#bones and all #bones and all 2022 #taylor russell #maren yearly #web weaving #compilations #**c #** #text and image ids below read more #geroya #akajustmerry #IT'S DONEEEEEE I DID IT YEEHAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #hunger tag