[ID: Gifset from Black Sails.
- Flint - Soldier - “There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword.”
- Silver - Poet - “There will come a poet whose weapon is his word.”
- Madi - King - “There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn.” End ID]
Conscientious Objector
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death. I hear him leading his horse out of the stall; I hear the clatter on the barn-floor. He is in haste; he has business in Cuba, business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning. But I will not hold the bridle while he clinches the girth. And he may mount by himself: I will not give him a leg up. Though he flick my shoulders with his whip, I will not tell him which way the fox ran. With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him where the black boy hides in the swamp. I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll. I will not tell him the whereabout of my friends nor of my enemies either. Though he promise me much, I will not map him the route to any man’s door. Am I a spy in the land of the living, that I should deliver men to Death? Brother, the password and the plans of our city are safe with me; never through me Shall you be overcome.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Gonna tell my kids this is Hamilton
Angel designs based on cursed emoji mashups. What emotion do these invoke on yall
art belongs to children i think
Witches on a railroad adventure 🚂🚃🚃🚃🚃☕
Gregory Orr, Interview with a Falling Angel
[Picture ID: Transcribed text as follows:
You should know - this human form
I have: I’m only passing through
on my way to lesser things;
my ultimate goal’s to become
a stale breadcrumb that’s the object
of delight for a mouse
gathering its hasty treasure while
the cat prowls the upper floors.
You see,
I’m God’s voice practising
a descending scale. When
he hits the lowest note - watch out.
End ID.]
river phoenix posters in movies shirkers (2018), tesis (1996), i killed my mother (2009)
A conversation w/ a snared fox at the edge of the field
[text desc:
I: how did this happen? You must have seen that the wire was barbed
F: i was hungry. And there are berries beyond the fence
I: but now you’re snared. Your leg is cut down to the bone. You’ve cut your mouth open too, trying to bite through the wire
F: what’s a little blood and bone? We all come down to it, in the end
I: was it worth it?
F: you must be young, yet. What’s worth got to do with living? If you’re hungry, you hunt. If something goes wrong, bite through it. You’ve got teeth for a reason, don’t you? Those aren’t pearls set in your gums
I: you’ll die of infection, now
F: dying’s just another way to pass the time. Flies come for all of us, but there will be more. There is always more
I: more what?
F: more everything. More life, more barbed wire, more berries beyond the fence, more blood spotting the grass here. I will come back to these woods and i will be hungry and i will risk being cut open just to taste something sweet
I: but won’t you remember what happened the last time?
F: yes, but mostly I will remember my mouth, filling with want. A wire, or berries; a new life, or a memory - it makes no difference. I will want a taste of it
F: what are you remembering, that makes you hesitate at the edge of this field? Which of your lives is this?
/end i.d.]
After moving to Paris, Vincent van Gogh became almost obsessed with colour combinations, and used coloured balls of wool to test different combinations before trying them out with his expensive paints. The wool & the red box they were kept in are pictured here. +
Ijeoma Umebinyuo, your love poems need politics to survive // June Jordan, Directed by Desire // Warsan Shire, Conversations About Home // bell hooks, Salvation: Black People and Love // Mahmoud Darwish // Audre Lorde, A Burst of Light // Rod Smith // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
[ID: eight images of black text over white backgrounds. image one reads: “where does politics end / and your love poems begin? / sometimes, they are both rhe same thing / sometimes, they have to be the same thing.” end image one.
image two: all-caps text that reads: I said I loved you and I wanted / genocide to stop / I said I loved you and I wanted affirmative / action and reaction / I said I loved you and I wanted music / out the windows / I said I loved you and I wanted / nobody thirst and nobody / nobody cold / I said I loved you and I wanted I wanted / justice under my nose. end image two.
image three: text reads: “i want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.” end image three.
image four: text reads: Love is profoundly political. Our deepest revolution will come when we understand this truth. Only love can give us the strength to go forward in the midst of heartbreak and misery. Only love can give us the power to reconcile, to redeem, the power to renew weary spirits and save lost souls. The transformative power of love is the foundation of all meaningful social change. Without love our lives are without meaning. Love is the heart of the matter. When all else has fallen away, love sustains. end image four.
image five: text written in arabic. the translation given below reads: When are we going to see each other, she asks / After a year and a war, I say / When is the war going to end, she asks / When we see each other, I say. end image five.
image six: text reads: Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare. end image six.
image seven: text reads: We work too hard / We’re too tired / to fall in love. / Therefore we must / overthrow the government. // We work too hard / We’re too tired / to overthrow the government. / Therefore we must / fall in love. end image seven.
image eight: text reads: “All this time I told myself we were born from war–but I was wrong, Ma. We were born from beauty. Let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence–but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it.” end image eight. /end ID]
so i’ve seen this around a lot and i always felt like the version i listened to just. didn’t have everything? sO! i edited together my three favourite versions of the tik tok sea shanty! enjoy!!
(listen with headphones if possible!)
(yes i know the ending is bad oKaY-)
i support the gay people cooking for their lovers cinematic universe and i think there should be more of it
a new richard siken poem being published tomorrow (dec 4) on the poem-a-day website!
[cc: It’s been a year and a half. I haven’t written anyone back to say thanks or to reconnect. I look forward to being able to do that. I still sleep a lot. I tire quickly.My first post-stroke poem will be published on the Poem-a-Day website tomorrow. Deep thanks to all of you who helped me, encouraged me, said I would write again. Deep thanks also to those who said that everything would be okay, even if I didn’t write again.I’ll post a link to the poem when it goes live tomorrow. ]