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I’m not mad. I just seems that way
because I stagger and get a bit irritable.
There are wonderful holes in my brain
through which ideas from outside can travel
at top speed and through which voices,
sometimes whole people, speak to me
about the universe. Most brains are too
compressed. You need this spongy
generosity to let the others in.
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a skinny red cow
hair missing back humped
a dead black calf in snow its eye
a brilliant chemical blue
a calf’s bisected head
liver heart stomachs kidneys
gall bladder some dark some green
cows with stringy tails malformed hooves
lesions red receded eyes suffering slobbering
staggering like drunks
It don’t look like
anything I’ve been into before
Feb 25, 2024
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the best, most human piece of writing to ever exist. it is my belief every person to walk the earth needs to read this. it is a gift.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Jul 1, 2024
Enjoy this lovely poem. to me it connected to the feeling of loneliness and belonging alongside the burden of “goodness” and “purity” in which humans feel a constant need to uphold.
It spoke to my queerness not only in regards to sexuality but who I am as a person beyond that. A poem on not just self acceptance but bringing ourselves back to our roots, too nature and love and to be free from humanity’s disconnection and dependancy for shame. That we do belong, on this earth and with this nature, with our bodies and with others.
I do not have to be “good”
Let the soft animal of my body loves what it loves
I have been playing these words for months now, seemingly forgetting and re remembering them often. this poem is an important reminder for me to not overthink the things I love, do not restrict or distance myself from them. but instead to let myself be comfortable with the softest and kindest part of me, love unashamed. focus on the words “let” because it is one thing to be full of love but it is another to allow yourself to feel all of that Love.
Oct 20, 2024
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one night stand or future spouse nothing beats the anticipation.... the build...... the mystery revealed.....
Jul 23, 2024
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builds character
Apr 2, 2024
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the old-fashioned way, like you would before the entire internet was monopolised into basically three conglomerates. why would you spend all your time on your computer swapping between instagram tiktok youtube pinterest when you could find some of the coolest websites you've never heard about learning information your algorithm would never feed to you!!!!
a good place to start is your favourite artist's websites (not just musicians!) sometimes they have blogs (especially if they're writers) and often they link websites they like.
I also like magazine websites - the face, angel food, hot literati
or craigslist missed connections. I check the new york section all the time
Oct 8, 2024