b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry

b-luish

you've got to believe in the poetry

because everything else in your life will fail you, including yourself

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b-luish
3 weeks ago
b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry
b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry
b-luish
3 weeks ago
Joy Sullivan, “Tomatoes”, Instructions For Traveling West

Joy Sullivan, “Tomatoes”, Instructions for Traveling West

b-luish
3 weeks ago
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Louise Glück, “Unpainted Door” Poems 1962-2012 / Ingmar Bergman, Bergman On Bergman Interviews With
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Louise Glück, “Unpainted Door” Poems 1962-2012 / Ingmar Bergman, Bergman On Bergman interviews with Stig Bjorkman, Torsten Manns and Jonas Sima / Moonlight 2016 dir. Barry Jenkins / Fiona Apple, Second Bite interview by Craig McLean, The Guardian / Eighth Grade 2018 dir. Bo Burnham / Norman Rockwell, Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party / Anne Carson, “The Anthropology of Water” in Plainwater

b-luish
4 weeks ago
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reflections about summer

A Separate Peace, John Knowles / Stand by Me dir. Rob Reiner / Why are you haunted?, filmnoirsbian

b-luish
4 weeks ago
Comic About My Weird Old Dog
Comic About My Weird Old Dog
Comic About My Weird Old Dog
Comic About My Weird Old Dog

Comic about my weird old dog

b-luish
4 weeks ago
b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry
b-luish
1 month ago
b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry
b-luish
1 month ago

“I knew I did from the first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. Like: oh, hello, its you. Its going to be you.”

— Mhairi McFarlane

b-luish
1 month ago
Cant Stop Thinking About This This Was Sooo Crazyyyyy

cant stop thinking about this this was sooo crazyyyyy

b-luish
1 month ago

the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.

when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."

but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.

now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.

the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.

but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."

the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.

but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?

because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!

and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.

b-luish
1 month ago
New York Times, The One Who Got Away
New York Times, The One Who Got Away
New York Times, The One Who Got Away
New York Times, The One Who Got Away
New York Times, The One Who Got Away
New York Times, The One Who Got Away
New York Times, The One Who Got Away
New York Times, The One Who Got Away

New York Times, The One Who Got Away

b-luish
1 month ago
Joy Sullivan, "Teeth", Instructions For Traveling West

Joy Sullivan, "Teeth", Instructions for Traveling West


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1 month ago
b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry

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1 month ago
Song Of The Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen
Song Of The Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen

Song of the Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen


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b-luish
1 month ago
Meditations In An Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich

Meditations in an Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich

b-luish
1 month ago

the relationship i have w a little life is so complex i hate it i love it i would never recommend it to anyone i think the last 100 pages will never leave me in a way that is terrible and beautiful and endless i have sm beef w hanya yanagihara but this is the single most beautiful paragraph i have ever read in my life and i think about it often

The Relationship I Have W A Little Life Is So Complex I Hate It I Love It I Would Never Recommend It
b-luish
1 month ago
My Species By Jane Hirshfield

My Species by Jane Hirshfield

b-luish
1 month ago

“I didn’t yearn for anything but privacy, because it is an embarrassment to be a wound in public.”

— Billy-Ray Belcourt, from A History of My Brief Body

b-luish
1 month ago

“I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you’ve been doing. It’s a hundred years since we’ve met- it may be another hundred years before we meet again.”

— Edith Wharton

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1 month ago
MISS YOU. WANT TO GET NOODLES WITH YOU. DISREGARD THIS, After Gabrielle Calvocoressi, By Lev St. Valentine

MISS YOU. WANT TO GET NOODLES WITH YOU. DISREGARD THIS, After Gabrielle Calvocoressi, by Lev St. Valentine

b-luish
1 month ago

An Ode to 'Everything Everywhere All at Once' by David Gate

The real multiverse is not the other side of a sci-fi story mechanic but it is all the lives we live at once: mother, daughter, partner, business owner, immigrant & citizen of the state who fills out tax forms. Somewhere in the gaps between those lives are the crumpled expectations of the dreams that once animated us. One thing becomes inevitable: all the different versions of ourself must reconcile. That can happen either by floating into the bagel-shaped void or by accepting we live within a life shaped by the consequences of all our decisions — everything, everywhere, all at once. We can feel crushed by the outcomes from a life’s worth of decisions weighing upon us, but they are not as heavy as the weight of the choices that we now face. Who am I going to be? What shall I become? I know who I wanted to be and that didn’t happen. But I don’t have to be stuck here. I can still disrupt the pattern. I can say sorry. I can name the desires unfulfilled. I can cherish what I have. I can forgive myself — a million different versions of myself — a million times over.
b-luish
1 month ago
THE YEARS All the parties you spent watching the room from a balcony where someone joined you to smoke then returned. And how it turns out no one had the childhood they wanted, and how they'd tell you this a little drunk, a little slant in less time than it took to finish a cigarette because sad things can't be explained. Behind the glass and inside, all your friends buzzed. You could feel the shape of their voices. You could tell from their eyes they were in some other place. 1999 or 2008 or last June. Of course, it's important to go to parties. To make life a dress or a drink or suede shoes someone wears in the rain. On the way home, in the car back, the night sky played its old tricks. The stars arranged themselves quietly. The person you thought of drove under them. Away from the party, (just like you) into the years. -Alex Dimitrov

the years by alex dimitrov

b-luish
1 month ago
Missed Time, Ha Jin

Missed Time, Ha Jin

b-luish
1 month ago

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

— David Foster Wallace / Infinite Jest

b-luish
1 month ago

everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever

Everything U Need To Know About Me Can Actually Be Explained By The Fact That I Read That Poem About

like this Changed Me

b-luish
1 month ago
& and it is the end of another summer where I have slept on my couch
for days only allowing another body to interrupt long enough for
our limbs to tangle like weeds up the side of a brick house,
reaching for something impossible. I promise there have always
been dishes spilling out of the sink, love. It’s how I discovered this
kind of hunger. Last week, Rick lit a cigarette & yelled across the
bar that the only difference between smoking & kissing someone
who smokes is the way mouths collide before death sits in your
lungs like an abandoned city & everyone laughed while I tried to
wipe another’s lip gloss from my cheek. Most people I know
cannot sleep until they crawl though someone else’s hollow.
There are nights when I wish we were all still children, but then
again, I suppose we may be or at least there is no other way to
explain how we make every doorway our own. The way we stain
ourselves & anything else that moves. The way we scream into
the dark like a siren & the weeping, yet another thing we never
mention in the morning. I think I am starting to vanish slowly
from head to toe. There are ten different ways to say sunset. The
bartender says my face is wearing all of them.

dudes, we did not go through the hassle of getting these fake IDs for this jukebox to not have any Springsteen by Hanif Abdurraqib

b-luish
1 month ago
Lunch is the saddest meal of the day / and October is beautiful. / It should come around twice / but it doesn't. Some things / are singular. I think of you always / even if people tell me you're terrible.

Alex Dimitrov

b-luish
1 month ago
The Silence Of The Lambs/hannibal: Naka-choko
The Silence Of The Lambs/hannibal: Naka-choko

the silence of the lambs/hannibal: naka-choko

b-luish
1 month ago
And Now It's October
Barbara Crooker

the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
grasses shine in the slanted light. It’s time to bring in the lawn chairs
and wind chimes, time to draw the drapes against the wind, time to hunker
down. Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup, but nothing can stopper time.
No way to seal it in wax or amber; it slides though our hands like a rope
of silk. At night, the moon’s restless searchlight sweeps across the sky.

and now it's october by Barbara Crooker

b-luish
1 month ago
Mary Oliver, "The Fourth Sign Of The Zodiac." Blue Horses

Mary Oliver, "The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac." Blue Horses

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