DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED
YOU KNOW THE HAIKU BOT???
OFC YOU DO
YOU KNOW THAT MESSAGE HE PUTS AT THE END OF EVERY POST????
"Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up."
YEAH???????
WELL THATS A HAIKU TOO
Beep boop! I look for
accidental haiku posts.
Sometimes I mess up.
NOW YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THATS NOT THE CUTEST THNIG YOUVE EVER HEARD
“Beep boop! I look for
accidental haiku posts.
Sometimes I mess up.”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
It’s full circle now. He did it, by god he did. What a little champ.
It’s full circle now.
He did it, by god he did.
What a little champ.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
“Zapatista women — and their stories of courage and dignity — remind us that revolutionary struggles cannot achieve collective liberation for all people without addressing patriarchy, nor can women’s freedom be disentangled from racial, economic, and social justice.”
— Hilary Klein, ‘The Lessons of Zapatista Women Activists for Today’s Social Movements’, In These Times
"nothing matters so do what you love and be kind" is the single most viscerally impactful message i have ever gleaned from consuming media and i'm going to live every day with that kind of hopepunk nihilism for the rest of my life
when florence and the machine said "I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject" and when romeo x juliet said "a simple life with you would be paradise" and johnathan coulton said "it's okay, I like you in glasses" and everything everywhere all at once said "in another life I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you"
happiness or peace? right where you left me or Hits Different? ivy or The Great War? New Year’s Day or Sweet Nothing? Holy Ground or the 1? Out Of The Woods or Maroon? The Archer or You’re On Your Own, Kid? So It Goes… or False God? cardigan or All Too Well?
I last read…
‘No Place Like Home’ edited by Jane Holloway
what I wanted: my monthly poetry read (and to extend my Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets collection)
what I got: a collection that’s as cozy as the title and cover suggest
what I thought: This collection has quite a few lovely poems and I really enjoyed the theme. I rate it 3.5 of 5 of my favorite things in my home.
The Little Free Pantry Project
The Little Free Pantry utilizes a familiar, compelling concept to pique local interest in and action against local food insecurity. The Little Free Pantry offers a place around which neighbors might coalesce to meet neighborhood needs, whether for food or for fun.
The single Little Free Pantry is “little.” Lots of Little Free Pantries might be big. Duplicate freely.
Contemporary weird fiction reading list
A chart of New Weird books and other bizarre, unsettling, and uncanny literature published in the last 30 years or so. This is a follow-up to my previous chart of classic weird fiction and another selection from my list of over 200 works of weird literature.
I WOULDN’T MARRY ME EITHER PATHOLOGICAL PEOPLE PLEASER I ONLY WANTED YOU TO SEE HER
“poetry doesn’t really speak to me” ok, then try reading:
- “Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath
- “The Years” by Alex Dimitrov
- “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying” by Noor Hindi
- “What the Living Do” by Marie Howe (dedicated to her younger brother John, who died from AIDS-related complications)
- “Love after love“ by Derek Walcott
- “Crude Conversations with Boys Who Fake Laughter Often” by Warsan Shire
- “Ginsberg” by Julia Vinograd
- “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls with Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair” by Jeanann Verlee
- “Fossilizing Trauma” by Blythe Baird
When Kafka Said "You're the knife I turn inside myself, that is love." and when Ada Limón Said "How do you love? Like a fist, like a knife." And when Blythe Baird said "I still don't know how to love someone without swallowing them"
What’s the point of grinding to the bone your whole life for money if you aren’t even gonna be there to spend it…
"The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being." -Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts of 1844
“The thing about money is, we can always make more, so let’s go out to eat tonight!” —My dad, after being laid-off, working odd and probably demeaning jobs so we could have dinner.
“Ah, baby, I want to buy this for you, it’s not like I can take the money with me when I go.” —My mom, when she bought me new clothes while I was between jobs.
“There’ll always be a job out there you can work, but we’d prefer you happy instead.” —Both my parents on jobs (“I can always get ya a job ditch diggin! They’ll always need ditch diggers. Hard work, but no college necessary. I can talk to the Hall.”—My proud, union dad, enthused, three seconds later.)
“It doesn’t matter what they do with the money after you give it to them. Drugs, beer, it doesn’t matter, maybe that’s what they need? How do you know?” —My dad on giving money to the homeless.
“Nah, we’ll never make any money, my husband has morals.” —My mom’s friend, fondly reflecting on the fact her lawyer husband isn’t working for a big money firm.
“Don’t worry! I’ve got this!” My equally poor friend buying me dinner when my debt card declined.
“I know we didn’t have furniture in the living room when you were growing up, but—ha!—remember Balloon Ball?” —My dad reflecting on the made up, mock-volleyball game we’d play in the open living room, using balloons. He had used electrical tape to make the court.
“I’m sorry we could never take you anywhere greater growing up,” —My mom, reflecting on our “stay-cations.” (“Why?” I asked, reflecting on all our trips to the park, zoo, public swimming pools, libraries, free theater, two dollar movie days, and her and my dad right there with me and my brothers.)
Bring poor is hard and it’s not right that it happens, but I prefer it to the hustle because at the very least, poor taught me what love is and I won’t let a shitty job deny me that.
this is so embarrassing. i want to love & be loved & drink really nice tea & eat really nice pasta & not feel like the loneliness is a part of me anymore. i want a herb garden
i just read a washington post article on romcoms aging poorly due to the pushiness (and oft-stalkery conduct) of the male characters therein, and it got me thinking about pride and prejudice, and specifically darcy saying, “one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”
because, like, that’s the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isn’t it?
a dude being willing to say, “i understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’ll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.”
so simple, yet so wonderful in its basic human decency
and dudes to this day wonder why women still swoon over darcy
Note also: Elizabeth turns down Darcy’s first proposal, and in the process, accuses him of doing some stuff he did not do (and also some stuff he totally did).
The next day, he surprises her on her walk. He hands her a letter, asks that she read it, and then takes off.
When this happened to me after I had turned someone down IN REAL LIFE, the letter contained a passionate argument to the tune of “actually you’re wrong and you do like me and you should go out with me” and it was creepy af.
Darcy’s letter to Elizabeth starts with: “Be not alarmed, Madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments, or renewal of those offers, which were last night so disgusting to you”. He goes on to set the record straight about the stuff he didn’t do (as well as the stuff he did) which is *actually relevant* to Elizabeth. And he, as promised, doesn’t romance her further.
It’s totally bizarre that even now, this can be considered unusually great dude behaviour.
Darcy’s first proposal: “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
Darcy’s second proposal: “One word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”
His whole arc in the book is about learning to consider other people’s feelings and not just his own, but the fact that it’s expressed via who gets to talk and who is told to shut up is so, so telling. The first time around, he imposes his voice on her whether she wants it or not. The second time, he asks how she feels, and in exchange, offers her the gift of his silence.
And yeah, the fact that dudes still! have! not! learned! this! lesson! is exhausting.
THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS!
No one :
Me : *Going absolute feral at 2 am*
I HAVE TO LEARN LATIN AND FRENCH. I HAVE TO LEARN PLAYING PIANO AND GUITAR. I HAVE TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT THAT BOY I SAW IN THE LIBRARY. I HAVE TO TELL THE MOON HOW PRETTY SHE IS.
Books Recs Written by Mexican Women
Here’s a continuation to this post about Hispanic Dark Academia Book Recs because I have to produce the content I want to see, I guess, and if I don’t talk about Mexican literature who the hell will. With PDFs included in both languages that took me so long to find.
- The Houseguest by Amparo Dávila: Amparo Dávila was one of Mexico’s best writers of the 20th century, and won the Xavier Villaurrutia, one of the countries biggest and most important literature annual prizes. Her writing style can be compared to Shirley Jackson’s, whom I also love. I personally recommend reading The Houseguest/El huésped, which is one of my favorite stories ever and is a horror story. The version in Spanish can be found here.
- The Body Where I Was Born by Guadalupe Nettel: Tells the intimate story about a girl who was born with vision defect and how she navigates living in Latin America in the 70s. A very acclaimed novel about identity.
- Historia de Mariquita by Guadalupe Dueñas: I couldn’t find a translation of this one, but most people that follow this blog know or are studying Spanish, so here’s the link for the short story in Spanish.
- Hurricane Season or Temporada de Huracanes by Fernanda Melchor: Also considered one of the country’s best book from the last decade, that explores violence and sexism in México centered around a supernatural event from a female perspective. Here’s the PDF in Spanish.
- Recollections of Things to Come or Los recuerdos del porvenir by Elena Garro: There was a controversy a few years back when a book about Elena Garro was re-edited and published and she was introduced as “Octavio Paz’s wife”, who was also another very important Mexican writer (as a personal note, I think his literature should be read and is very significant to Mexican identity, but it also very sexist, so be prepared for that). The outrage caused by the diminishment of this woman’s accomplishments caused a resurgence of Mexican books written by women. I really really recommend her. Here’s the PDF in Spanish.
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