Thecrowqueenknowsthings-blog - I Know Things

Walk into your kitchen at 3am and this wizard is waiting for you, having drunk your beer and sampled, but disliked, your potato chips, hasn’t done the dishes, and he isn’t happy

What do you do?

a hill i WILL die on: books of translated poetry should always include the originals with the translation, EVEN if the langauge is a so-called obscure or non-western one and the target audience of the translations is assumed not to read it. the basic format of the poem even can change a lot with translation, and a sharp-eyed reader who doesn’t understand the original language can still notice patterns in the original 

"As soon as money leaves me, more money is already on the way."

I claim it for everyone for sees this post ✨

Snow White Virgin

Snow White Virgin, Blood Red Whore Pure like fresh virginity falling like winter snow, her eyes like heaven, glow innocence, beckon me to her.  I follow like a faithful servant, follow her into a locked room lined with the misery of hell and she transforms before my very eyes once blind. What stands before me drenched in blood and draped in seduction, shit, and mud. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence.

I blink twice and all is bright once more, her lips sweet like honey embrace me and once again I fight to see the truth.  Face her and I see blackened rot and ruined meat. I see now the thing I hate, a whore, a saint, my love and fate. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence. Now all ye faithful in blissful ignorance look to your virgins and see the truth. The vows they promise are fell from lips of a whore and nothing more than innocence lost and buried in lies. Bodies swear to cleanness covered in flies and kisses of the blind servants. So come together all the blind and faithful and kneel before your Snow White Whores and Blood Red Virgins and feed them your wishes and sins and watch them bathe in seduction, shit, and mud.

-The Crow Queen

Things I like about this decal on a restaurant window: -the insane orange waiter -that he’s carrying his plates in the air like a strongman -the couple looks like this isn’t the first time he’s done this, but it’s easier to just let it happen at this point. -the sign says PASTA as if he’s screaming it like a frankenstein -but he’s holding a plate of an entire chicken and a plate of wine glasses -there’s three wine glasses -one’s for him.

My Divine Aphrodite

I worship at your altar and admire thine beauty

My divine Aphrodite.

With hair like spun gold which down your spine cascades.

Each kiss like fruit ripe from the vine.

In all things you are perfect, in all things divine.