Midnight Feast is where it’s at
published in Caliban Chronicles
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via merulae)
For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give names to the nameless so it can be thought. THe farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.
As they become known to and accepted by us, our feelings and the honest exploration of them become sanctuaries and spawning grounds for the most radical and daring of ideas. They become a safe-house for that difference so necessary to change and the conceptualization of any meaningful action. Right now, I could name at least ten ideas I would have found intolerable or incomprehensible and frightening, except as they came after dreams and poems. This is not idle fantasy, but a disciplined attention to the true meaning of “it feels right to me.”"
from “Poetry is Not a Luxury,” Audre Lorde (via commovente)
We light oxblood candles,
sprinkle rings of oregano
Crouch over eerie
smartphone glow, cloaked
in black lace garments with
ample stretch room
Our burnt tongues nightly
chant, Deliver unto us
free side of hot wings
With brew pints
we cackle louder
than the women
harder than those
in yogurt commercials
with their sensible haircuts
with their mortal flesh
The time felt right to write, you know, a pizza witch poem.
Kate of Eat the Damn Cake, The Stupidity of “Natural” Beauty (via theimperfectascent)
I lost whole years of my life to self-loathing and self-sabotaging because I couldn’t sustain being ‘gifted’. Don’t make the same mistake.
This is so, so important for teachers to understand. I try, in every report card, to focus on effort, not natural ability. And you know what? It makes a big difference in my classroom.
ironically, because the media got ahold of some psych research on self-esteem and misunderstood it, and reported it to educators and legislators who misunderstood it more, there were actually initiatives in the entire california public education system (and other places i’m sure) to give everyone gold stars and tell them how special they were back in the 80’s.
And now depression rates are skyrocketing in the kids who were raised under that system. Surprise surprise…
The wanting hinges on your voice
envelope’d, page 4’s mention of
attempts at converting carnality
to verse: I never do it so well
as when it’s to someone I’ve slept with
& a wound-up coil springs apart
some 97 miles later, triggers
visions of your thermotropic prints
turning purple, brown,
—even as you insist, Sex on paper is
by definition dried ink
this pulpy ticker suspects different,
thrums expectant as if pricked
by your serifs
until, snagged at the junction
of smut & smitten, I fidget—
dumbstruck by the fast-cut fever
learning to breathe staccato
in the underwater of your palm.