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tournesoleil13 · 1 month
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I think he’s just a little shy 🤷‍♂️, he’s absolutely not gonna bash Francis after this
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typewriter-worries · 10 months
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How familiar it feels to feel strange,
Morningside Heights, July, William Matthews
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starsilversword · 23 days
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2p Canada should just be normal hetalia Canada's name reversed.
William Matthews
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sashayed · 1 year
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The Bear at the Dump
Amidst the too much that we buy and throw    away and the far too much we wrap it in,    the bear found a few items of special interest—a honeydew rind, a used tampon,    the bone from a leg of lamb. He’d rock back    lightly onto his rear paws and slash open a plastic bag, and then his nose— jammed almost with a surfeit of rank and likely information, for he would pause— and then his whole dowsing snout would    insinuate itself a little way inside. By now he’d have hunched his weight    forward slightly, and then he’d snatch it back,    trailed by some tidbit in his teeth. He’d look    around. What a good boy am he. The guardian of the dump was used to this and not amused. “He’ll drag that shit    every which damn way,” he grumbled who’d dozed and scraped a pit to keep that shit    where the town paid to contain it. The others of us looked and looked. “City    folks like you don’t get to see this often,”    one year-round resident accused me. Some winter I’ll bring him down to learn    to love a rat working a length of subway    track. “Nope,” I replied. Just then the bear    decamped for the woods with a marl of grease    and slather in his mouth and on his snout,    picking up speed, not cute (nor had he been    cute before, slavering with greed, his weight    all sunk to his seated rump and his nose stuck    up to sift the rich and fetid air, shaped    like a huge, furry pear), but richly fed on the slow-simmering dump, and gone    into the bug-thick woods and anecdote.
William Matthews from Time and Money, 1995
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lascitasdelashoras · 2 months
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Poetas, citas
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aemperatrix · 7 months
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William Matthews
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misserinmarie · 1 year
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I love William Matthews’s idea—he says that revision is not cleaning up after the party; revision is the party! That’s the fun of it, making it right, getting the best words in the best order.
Billy Collins, The Art of Poetry
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jadeseadragon · 2 years
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William Matthews, Shrine Pass (Colorado)
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notquiteaghost · 1 year
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Poem Ending with a Line From Dante
E detto l’ho perché doler ti debbia — INFERNO, XXIV, 151
Snow coming in parallel to the street, a cab spinning its tires (a rising whine like a domestic argument, and then the words get said that never get forgot),
slush and backed-up runoff waters at each corner, clogged buses smelling of wet wool... acrid anger of the homeless swells like wet rice. This slop is where I live, bitch,
a sogged panhandler shrieks to whom it may concern. But none of us slows down for scorn; there’s someone’s misery in all we earn. But like a burr in a dog’s coat his rage
has borrowed legs. We bring it home. It lives like kin among the angers of the house, and leaves the same sharp zinc taste in the mouth: And I have told you this to make you grieve.
— William Matthews
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abellinthecupboard · 1 year
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A Poetry Reading At West Point
I read to the entire plebe class, in two batches. Twice the hall filled with bodies dressed alike, each toting a copy of my book. What would my shrink say, if I had one, about such a dream, if it were a dream? Question and answer time. “Sir,” a cadet yelled from the balcony, and gave his name and rank, and then, closing his parentheses, yelled “Sir” again. “Why do your poems give me a headache when I try to understand them?” he asked. “Do you want that?” I have a gift for gentle jokes to defuse tension, but this was not the time to use it. “I try to write as well as I can what it feels like to be human,” I started, picking my way care- fully, for he and I were, after all, pained by the same dumb longings. “I try to say what I don't know how to say, but of course I can't get much of it down at all.” By now I was sweating bullets. “I don't want my poems to be hard, unless the truth is, if there is a truth.” Silence hung in the hall like a heavy fabric. My own head ached. “Sir,” he yelled. “Thank you. Sir.”
— William Matthews
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avolan-istair · 6 months
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CHECK OUT MY DRAWING PLEAAASE :)
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theautisticjedi · 5 months
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THIS IS THE FUNNIEST PHOTO HE LOOKS PISSED
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everestentertainments · 6 months
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best part of the FNAF movie was that Josh Hutcherson was having the WORST time of his life. dude was stressed out the entire runtime. the only reason why he got the security job was because his job counselor just so happened to be the guy who murdered his little brother. Vanessa kept lore-dumping to him but he wasn't getting it because he was running on like 2 hours of sleep. his b-plot was his aunt trying to ruin his life. ghost children tried to murder him multiple times. he almost touched a springlock suit. the climax was him getting beat up by a guy in a fursuit. Golden Freddy manifested in his house. it was awesome 10/10.
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j3nmy · 6 months
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I always come bac-...
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scorbunny · 6 months
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matthew lillard doing the iconic ghostface knife wipe like that HAD to be intentional
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lyn1tx · 6 months
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The og
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