I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me. 

This poem format is my favorite thing and this is the first time I’ve ever seen it’s origin story. I love it. Every time.

THE SACRED TEXTS!

digital immortality | virtual e-morality

1. blueskies-bluescreens on tumblr 2. death, virtual grief and your digital footprint 3. online status of a steam community user 4. my journal dot com 5. & 7. hacked-wtsdz on tumblr 6. STurner4077 on twitter 8. the new forms of mourning by julie alev dilmaç 9. all the ghosts in the machine: illusions of immortality in the digital age 10. unknown 11. fairycosmos on tumblr 12. researching death online

he tells me his birthday is just another day but he doesn't realize that it's the passcode combination i've been using for my entire life and this moment was destined.

so i cut cold butter into flour and delicately slice variations of apples for a pie, steal a gold candle from my mother's junk drawer so he may make a wish, deliver it all still steaming, and we eat the entire thing silently, sweetly across the table from one another.

when i tell him i'm shy after he asks me to read to him a poem, nervous and embarrassed, he closes the curtains and learns i snort when i laugh.

and i learn that he's so much more than just a boy.

@nosebleedclub September 14th - Porcine

(via the author, at the Ex Bird place)

my wikipedia poems

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

favourite additions

You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.

i’m crying this is beautiful

this is the saddest fucking thing. wheres that post about when you cant even write a poem about it because its just there already

if you germinate cucumber seeds in the dark vs. in the light the ones grown in the light will look normal and the ones grown in the dark actually won’t be stunted in the way you might predict, these seedlings grow into pale yellow plants with smaller leaves because they expend every ounce of energy they have into growing as tall as they can possibly endure, in the dark they grow much faster and taller than they do in the light, because they don’t know they’re an experimental treatment kept in the dark, they think they’re buried alive in the soil or under some foliage and they’re growing upwards trying to break through into the light. its the most obvious thing in the world and also the most devastating

#i feel. a bit like rhubarb

hi me too

natalie diaz, “manhattan is a lenape word”, postcolonial love poem

anne sexton, “the truth the dead know“

nothin' quite like how a dog loves

let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin // red dog - elizabeth frink // how to be a dog - andrew kane // domestication syndrome - dhole b // no origin found // for your own good - leah horlick // pleasure - beth cavener // it will come back - hozier // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - sciencedfiction // same poem as directly previous

hold on a second man…

@insect-p0sitivity tags peer approved

obi-wan & anakin: you are cain and he is abel and this is how it always ends

Kafka actually wrote like this…

Have you ever seen such a blissfully stupid creature in your life

Have you ever seen

such a blissfully stupid

creature in your life

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Brb im about to ruin my whole week😌

Who was this mythical storyteller? A singing bard-poet, (aoidoi)-dramatically orating the epic tales for aristocratic banquets or bawdy taverns? A collective of poets-refining their work over generations? The unfortunate truth is, we just don’t know.

Homer is thought to have existed around 800-700 B.C. and is credited as the creator and poet of the epics; “The Iliad” (15,693 lines) and “The Odyssey” (12,109 lines). Homer existed during a time when Linear B had been lost, or the Greek “dark ages.” So the poets of this time sung their tales in song-like structures, passing the oral art form down form generation to generation. Therefore, its unlikely Homer made up these tales, but inherited and refined them from older tales that had been passed down in the oral tradition. To complicate things further, Between the epics, there are variations in narrative style, vocabulary, and geographic expertise, which lead many scholars speculate that The Iliad and Odyssey were written by different authors.

Unfortunately, there are no biographical details within the epics to give us insight into the author(s). However, In the Odyssey, there is a blind bard poet character, Demodocus, who recites his poetry to the royal court. Some have suggested that this character was created by Homer as a reflection of himself. This is a fun and tempting parallel to draw. Similar to how we might get the reflection of Shakespeare’s voice through Hamlet when the prince describes to his players the the philosophies of theatre acting. The portrayal of a blind poet also creates a nice symbolic parallel to the Norse God Odin, who, sacrificed an eye in exchange for divine wisdom. Indeed, the Greek bards saw themselves as divinely inspired by “the Muses”; the inspirational goddesses of the creative arts. Through Homer, the elegant oral form crafted these classics, and, incredibly, we can still hear the song like syntax and repetitions in the texts.