logodaedalist

I was tagged by logodaedalist =p

1. Link me to your favorite poem you’ve read lately.

Try as I might, I can’t find a link so I’ll just write it out here:

"What Is It About Hands?"

               1.
               
I never think of them.

They do their work automatically.

Mine are small and childish—almost paws.

I'm not "good with them."

Once when I was young, my mother burst out laughing
as she watched me try to sew a hem.

               2.

Wait, now it comes back to me—

my obsession with hands—not real ones,

but the hands of statues and mannequins
with their perfect fingers and polished nails.

They seemed to reach out—
"a spare pair" from another world
offering metaphysical assistance.

I bought one from a street vendor
who had a whole array of artificial limbs
spread out on a blanket.

How I loved that hand! Would hold it shyly
when alone—and kept it on my coffee table
to add a surreal touch.

But some girls I worked with came over for drinks
and stole it. I remember calling them and feeling rather silly saying:
"I know you've got my hand and I want it back."

Them giggling, then finally acquiescing.
It wasn't the same though. I looked at it differently—
not knowing where it had been.

— Elaine Equi

2. What was the last hobby you tried out that was new or unfamiliar to you? 

Stamp collecting, I guess.

3. Have you heard a song recently that you liked that you didn’t know about before?  What was it?

viperslang just introduced me to Caro Emerald, if that counts.

4. What is your favorite type of weather?

Definitely windy autumn afternoons, preferably near the sea.

5. Can you immediately think of a piece of advice someone important gave to you, word for word?

”A good mattress can change your life.” – My brother, Tom

6. If you suddenly were given enough money to pay your current concerns plus a hundred extra just to treat yourself, what would you buy as your treat?

Twenty or so poetry books.

7. Tell me about your dream house.  No limits.

I’ve never given this much thought. Let’s work with pictures, shall we?

8. If you could orchestrate your last day on earth down to the tiniest detail, how would you design it?

Around loved ones.

9. Out of all the fictional alien species you know, which would you pick to be the first alien race humanity interacts with in the real world?

Vulcans

10. If you became insanely wealthy overnight and never had to work again for money, what would you spend your time doing?

Even split between playing poker, sailing, and furthering my education.

i.
The way a sheet of glass cracks
Spiderweb tendrils
Snaking away from solitary space
Chase away the whites of my eye
Lean in close and suck the air from my lungs
Words play on repeat,
“I am, I am,
I was, I won’t”
Recluse sputtering recoils from wounds they told me were long since
Stitched and sealed, if I cry out don’t look
You’ll know my state by the sound and I’ll fall away from this
Abridged and freshly hollowed out.

ii.
Tectonic plates, grinding hard and slow
until something shifts, splits, cracks, gives.
A thousand splinters all wedged under my fingertips.
Dropped the mentos in the coke again.
A kaleidoscope of fragmented events distorted
by fog and time and all this black paint
I don’t remember spilling but those are my footptrints

walking into the uncreachable space beyond this volcano.
Tomorrow I’ll clean this mess but today
I am old wounds reopened to reveal
Someone I don’t recognize.

iii.
Shapes in the mirror all separate to choice parts, take your pick.
My eyes drilling holes down deep into nothing
You’ve hit oil, kid, and I am diving deep into the black lagoon,
Tar that drips down my throat and burns like oxygen deprivation.
Think of blank sheets of paper, think comfort objects
Clench every muscle, release and I am going, gone.
One word answers, put all attention to sensation, 
Pinpricks and blacked out canvases

And I press against myself, tongue pressing tight against my teeth Someone said, “pull it together” promise to be Seen and not heard.
—  Untitled 
Collaborative

the night sits crescent shy on her shoulders. cicadas awakening, after seventeen years of sleep. her skin feeling like dew. she, the skin that morning sloughed. the ambush of a sun rise, inevitable as feelings. the sky starts to bleed. 

tagged by josephkavinskyy! thanks :D

if you could live in any fictional universe which would you choose?
WOWOWOWOWOW

ummmmmmmmm i would live in a melina marchetta universe, specifically lumatere chronicles. tough times yes, but reckon i’d fit in well with the monts (10/10 would try to seduce lucian yess)

do you believe in soul mates?
i’m impartial to that idea

who is your least favourite fictional character?
umbridge. ew

what do you do when you can’t sleep?
i read myself to exhaustion

if you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in 3 additional languages which would you choose?
arabic, spanish and….idk, greek.

do you sleep with your door open or closed?
closed. i feel insecure sleeping with the door open.

what are five things you want to do before you die?
see the world, take care of my parents, publish a book, run a marathon, have sex

favourite disney princess?
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is difficult
pocahontas? and belle too

do you believe in ghosts?
nope

what was the last movie you watched?
CAPTAIN AMERICA THE WINTER SOLDIER MY FEELS MY FEEEEEEELS

ETA: tagging logodaedalist the same questions bc yep perfect questions indeed ;D 

anonymous asked:

who are your top five favorite tumblr poets?

Oh! OH! This is hard! But the ones I can think of at the moment are these wonderful people who break my heart and just ugghhhhhhhh

alonesomes
logodaedalist
sailingaugust
writingsforwinter
fleurishes

Also, if there’s anyone else you’d like to recommend please do so! I need to follow more poets! 

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you know this but today is logodaedalist's birthday and I just saw that she has a tip jar on her blog and she's been having a rough time lately and I have seen you interact with her on her blog before and I just was wondering if you had any ideas how we could do something nice for her? I am too broke to give her a tip right now but there has to be something we can do. :/

this is an amazing idea (also i love you nico you have cute followers) 

so nico’s birthday is today and she’s this freaking amazing poet she sent me a poem she wrote once and i cried and got goosebumps!! I know i cry at a lot of things but it takes a lot for me to cry at a poem generally. so she actually takes prompts which is super awesome and requires a huge amount of creativity? i can’t do prompts but if you have any prompts for her and you’d like a poem you can go here and she has a tip jar link in her sidebar and i really hope you consider leaving one because she puts so much time and effort into writing these poems for people and they’re great and she has an admirable amount of creativity. 

so if you’d like to help a fellow creator out you can reblog this or reblog her posts or check out her poems, leave her some prompts, and definitely send her a few nice messages for her birthday + for all the awesome writing she’s produced on this website. 

logodaedalist replied to your post: Still trying to figure out if I want to do…

yeah i have no clue what i’m doing about nano this year. what is easier for you to write in? i’d go with the easiest tbh, nano is hard enough

I’m thinking about writing in a mix of languages, as mik proposed. Actually the easiest solution for me, I guess. Since my ‘train of thoughts’, so to speak, have been unconsciously shifting in both french and english for at least two or three years now. I’m just doing nano for the fun and the hell of it so if I don’t make it, well, too bad but at least, I enjoyed myself and  if I do make it, all the better while I had fun. 'Don’t overthink it’ is what I’m trying to say, I guess! I mean, it’s supposed to be a fun experience and all that…
logodaedalist replied to your post: have any of my lady friends had this experience…

lol i think that happens on a smaller scale with me all the time, yeah.

haha, it’s like the conversational equivalent of “you have a stuffed frog? you must LOVE frogs! let me buy you a frog item for every gift-giving holiday!” until eventually you’re just sitting there surrounded by frog figurines and frog mugs and frog pillows and frog bottle openers like “…I just thought the stuffed frog was cute…”
logodaedalist replied to your post: logodaedalist replied to your post: seriously…

This was my first year doing Napowrimo but I’ve done Nano and Camp and Screnzy, and they’re all really challenging because life doesn’t stop for it but it’s a fun challenge & i think it makes us grow as writers to be able to work under that pressure

I did it freshman year when I was also going through a pretty hard time (although not nearly as bad as I am right now), and now I’m a senior and graduating next month and it just feels like a really nice way to round off my college experience and kind of come to terms with everything I’m dealing with. and man I love writing and writers and yeah this is just a really great thing. <3