Wake Up Call Fr

Wake up call fr

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b-luish

1 month ago

$Late Poem to My Father by Sharon Olds Suddenly I thought of you as a child in that house, the unlit rooms and the hot fireplace with the man in front of it, silent. You moved through the heavy air in your physical beauty, a boy of seven, helpless, smart, there were things the man did near you, and he was your father, the mold by which you were made. Down in the cellar, the barrels of sweet apples, picked at their peak from the tree, rotted and rotted, and past the cellar door the creek ran and ran, and something was not given to you, or something was taken from you that you were born with, so that even at 30 and 40 you set the oily medicine to your lips every night, the poison to help you drop down unconscious. I always thought the point was what you did to us as a grown man, but then I remembered that child being formed in front of the fire, the tiny bones inside his soul twisted in greenstick fractures, the small tendons that hold the heart in place snapped. And what they did to you you did not do to me. When I love you now, I like to think I am giving my love directly to that boy in the fiery room, as if it could reach him in time.$

Sharon Olds, “Late Poem to My Father”

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b-luish

1 month ago

(i) Moneyball (2011, Dir. Bennett Miller) / (ii) The “miracle Mets” Win The 1969 World Series / (iii)

(i) moneyball (2011, dir. bennett miller) / (ii) the “miracle mets” win the 1969 world series / (iii) roger angell, the summer game / (iv) an 11 year old’s letter to baseball / (v) ted solotaroff, ‘the summer game’ review / (vi) chicago cubs win the 2016 world series for the first time since 1908 / (vii) the screwball times

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b-luish

1 month ago

A conversation w/ a snared fox at the edge of the field

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b-luish

1 month ago

Poem of the Week
Everything All at Once
Oliver Baez Bendorf

right now,
someone is having sex and someone
is dying and someone is trying to find
a lid so they can, before bed, put away
the soup and someone is dreaming
of that made meadow and someone
is gazing through a hospital window
to a faraway peak
and someone can’t decide what
to watch so they remain

on the menu screen for company
and someone wants to call but

can’t and someone wants to answer
but won’t and someone is studying
to become a moth scientist and someone
is dizzy and doesn’t know why
and someone is, after work, practicing
the vocal techniques of opera
and someone receives
a phone call saying listen it’s my

neighbor I told you about the singing one can you
hear it and someone
is clutching the heavy still warm hand
of a lover and someone is digging
a hole and someone is waxing
their back and someone
is remembering a poem permitting
bits and pieces to return
and someone
would do almost anything to forget

Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

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b-luish

1 month ago

“please don’t come closer unless you plan to stay”

— Unknown

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b-luish

1 month ago

to be perfectly honest i think that ghosts being transluscent and faded is kind of antithetical to what they represent. they're an echo that cannot move on, cannot fade out - they should be oversaturated and stiff and strangely out of place and unchanging, like something preserved in clear glass.

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b-luish

1 month ago