I Rewatched Dead Poets Society A Few Weeks Ago And Felt Inspired To Write This Contrapuntal Poem :)

Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”

in my diary i call her demon lover

do i have a problem or am i just dramatic

operating entirely on caffeine and spite

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

Gennady Aygi, from Into the Snow: Selected Poems of Gennady Aygi; “This Year’s Roses: Notes on K., 1972” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: I seek / your image. / In the receding Fire. / It is not here—not in this world.

Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Love of the Last Tycoon (via lunamonchtuna)

what the fuck is actually happening in america right now