old book today

anonymous asked:

poetry book recs, kind sir?

ooooooh YES!! 

ok so I’m going to leave out stuff that’s Too Obvious, which means a lot of this is niche (to me) or contemporary, and… I recently had a canary on twitter about how much ~*~modern~*~ poetry GETS MY GOAT. I’m reading a lot of New poets/collections this year purely because I… didn’t really read that much contemporary stuff before, and I thought I should branch out. (so far I’m dubious.) so, yes – obviously Plath, Blake, Hughes, Sappho, Eliot, Keats, Shelley, etc. etc. ad nauseum, The Greats, yadda yadda, here’s some others.

so far this year I’ve read (and ENJOYED - I’m not reccing the ones I wasn’t into/thought were pants, soz): 

  • Letters From Medea by Salma Deera
  • Grief Is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter
  • Hold Your Own by Kate Tempest (I actually LOVED this) 
  • Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics
  • War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (of YOU’RE SITTING IN A CAR WITH A BEAUTIFUL BOY, AND HE WON’T TELL YOU THAT HE LOVES YOU, BUT HE LOVES YOU fame) 

I’ve also read and loved:

  • Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire
  • The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton
  • The Curse of the Vampire’s Socks and Other Doggerel by Terry Jones
  • Love Poems by Carol Ann Duffy
  • Let Us Compare Mythologies by Leonard Cohen

my personal 10/10 all-time go-tos are:

  • Crush by Richard Siken (despite appearing on every single tumblr graphic between 2011 and 2013, it still gets me in the heart guts)
  • The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy (which I have loved wholeheartedly since I was 17 years old)
  • pretty much any collection of Great War poetry: Up the Line to Death, Men Who March Away, Lads: Love Poetry of the Trenches (the Great War poets are my favourite. like, of all poetry, ever)

my favourite individual poems, as we’re on the subj, are: 

finally, a heads up: youtube literally anything by Brave New Voices, sit back, prepare to be Shook. ‘Transcript of Civil Rights’ by Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder still DESTROYS ME five years later.

THERE YA GO. not much, but not nothing! enjoy!! maybe?!?

“Marcello, Marcello…La rincorsa del sole non sarebbe stata così intensa e ricca di soddisfazione senza Marcello. Il suo sguardo dolce, il suo sorriso buono mi hanno sempre accompagnato, dandomi sicurezza, gioia, e mille altre emozioni. In effetti, dodici film insieme lasciano il segno. La prima volta io avevo vent'anni e lui trenta. L'ultima, lui settanta e io sessanta. In mezzo, una lunga amicizia, densa di affetti e tenerezza, che sul set sapeva illuminarsi di passione. La nostra alchimia non ci ha mai tradito. L'intesa che ci univa -di volta in volta sexy, allegra, malinconica, ironica, sempre profondamente umana- era così spontanea, che in molti si sono chiesti se tra noi ci fosse davvero qualcosa di più. E noi abbiamo sempre sorriso, alzando le braccia: ‘Niente di niente! Sono i miracoli del cinema, e della vita.’ Marcello lo confermò persino in pubblico, scherzando con Enzo Biagi che gli chiedeva di noi: ‘La donna con cui ho avuto la storia più lunga è Sophia…la nostra vicenda dura dal 1954…’ E poi, continuando più serio: ‘Mi piace il fatto che Sophia non sia solo una brava attrice, ma una persona vera. Tra noi non c'è stato nulla. Un affetto profondo: dire fraterno è anche banale, perché è qualcosa di diverso.’
Ancora oggi non so dire dove stesse il segreto del nostro successo. Quel che è certo è che ci divertivamo moltissimo, e credo che trasparisse dai nostri film.”

-Sophia Loren, da “Ieri, Oggi, Domani. La mia vita.”

 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiI_bSABmVQ)

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Running into your ex, Harry (AU)

Or when neither of you can remember why you broke up anyway, and it’s just dinner right?

Sundays are your favorite day. Sundays are meant for cozy snuggles, farmers markets, coffee shops and used bookstores. This particular Sunday you woke with a smile, already looking forward to the soothing sips of a hot coffee and smells of the old worn pages of books.

Today is one of the first days in months you feel a lasting feeling of happiness. Pushing up and towards the bathroom, you can’t help the little pep in your step.

Groaning as you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you shimmy your baggy pajamas off your legs and head towards the shower. As the water flows over your skin, your brain begins to wake up and plan the morning to come.

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14th of August 2017

13/100 days of productivity

I passed my driving test! Barely, but still I passed! I still don’t feel at all confident with driving, but I guess the examiner lady had more faith in me than I do.

It was a really nice day outside so I went to read my book for Finnish class in the sun. I’m exhausted now, is it appropriate to go to bed at 8pm?

Me and mm looked through the old scrap books today, my mum put so much effort into them even when she had nothing and was so sad I guess it’s what made her days better, that and her children which I’m blessed to be one of, it’s all so heartfelt like she poured herself into every page, I wish with all my heart that there were more, one Scooby doo themed paige had me and my sibling in matching pyjamas, mum wrote that it was the only matched set of clothes she ever bought us and that for her matched pairs of pyjamas from ASDA were this special extravagance that she gave to us and that was very emotional, I love her so dearly, another page was me asleep and was about my mum’s time training as a nurse at night and how sorry she is that she had to do it and be away from us and how she was glad it was night as this was the time she missed us least as at least we were asleep then and not missing her, I felt so loved I cried onto the page only for about a minute and gently but for me that’s a lot and I’m proud of that, also there was a double page spread about my diabetese diagnosis, it was the same photo with the left hand page colourful and bright but the right hand page was black and she wrote how hurt and helpless she felt that I was ill and that it had happened to her baby and she called me perfect and that meant a lot and how she wished it had been her, I cried again here big fat drops that stuck on the plastic covering each page. There were pages I did too one was my very first page and it had tiger on it and some of my favourite things me on the computer in a shirt that was a fashion crime, my own little handwriting surrounded by nice paper and borders for the photos, I did another one about a small mad science lab I built from lego, there is a cupboard with a little lego head in it showing even as a child I was profoundly me. I also did a page on the zoo with the title “It is the zoo” I was glad I could look at them with mum,normally we can’t as my step dad hates anything about our family from before he was here which is sad but I feel like mum makes all the family stuff worth it, she is so full of love and kindness and oh so alive she has a heart like a star and yhe gentle words of an angel, she’s so smart as well, she was meant to deliver a paper to an international nursing conference in Japan but the divorce happened she deserves so much better and I’m just glad that I got to be hers

I cannot get over the fact that I both spent a large amount of time today cuddling with my cat AND a large amount of time reorganizing, cleaning, and assembling furniture. Because I felt like it. 

AND I STILL HAVE A WHOLE OTHER WEEKEND DAY TO DO WHATEVER I WANT TO DO TOMORROW WTF.

Holy shit so my mom dropped off some of my old school books today and I was going through them and I found a ninth grade poetry assignment where we had to write haikus about Gotham and honestly, they’re golden:

It’s raining today
The sky is gray and cloudy
Why is here like this

(Honestly, this one still stands)

Riddle me this Ed
What is green and tall and dumb?
You are Ed, you are

(Sorry for that one Ed, ninth grade me was obviously angry at you)

You know who I hate?
Joker, that goddamn asshole
Why can’t he just die

(Ninth grade me was angry at all the rogues tbh - also, I got my grade marked down for the swearing)

I think I am gay
Because oh my god Batgirl
She is really cute

(Update: no longer just think I am gay - I also still have a thing for cute redheads seven years later)

I wish I was rich
Because if I was that rich
I would be Batman

(Honestly, if I suddenly got super rich I would still become a vigilante so that hasn’t changed either)

Just if you’re curious, my grade was an A+ but the teacher dropped it down to a A- because of the swearing in the Joker poem.

TOA Rant (not very spoilery)

The Hidden Oracle is a very happy, funny book, especially with Apollo as the main character. But this book makes me really emotional. We learned that Percy and Annabeth are going to college… Clarisse is at college. Travis is in college. Rachel is spending less time at camp(mostly because of oracle issue but still). It’s so depressing because I grew up with Percy and his crew and now they are all grown up. They’re starting lives that are outside of Camp Half Blood. Chiron will be teaching new campers instead and… *breaks down sobbing and can’t continue* I DON’T WANT MY BABIES TO GROW OLD😭