What Was It, Again?

fragmentation of poetry

here, i want to argue a point. just follow on with this if you’re interested. 

1. first read this fragment of a poem. 

transcript: Name a mirror where your face didn’t appear. Name a mirror where only you have appeared. Name a crime. List yourself as evidence. List her as living. Kiss her with your eyes open, let her bite your ear & lean closer & say: I live as evidence of what may kill me. 

2. what are your thoughts on it? how does it make you feel? what do you think it’s about? do you relate to the emotions of it? 

3. think on those questions a second. 

3. yes i sound like an english lit teacher but bear with me please. 

4. then read the full poem (below the cut) 

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You’ve all know Walk of Shame, But have you seen Walk Of Pride? 

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Hit me hard

this one really gets me bestie

(meditations in an emrgency, cameron awkward-rich)

Rain 💙

STUDIO GHIBLI + RAIN 

MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO (1988) ONLY YESTERDAY (1991) KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE(1989) THE SECRET WORLD OF ARRIETTY (2010) SPIRITED AWAY (2001) PONYO (2008) HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE (2004)

[inspired by @titlecard and @nyssalance]

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i have a weird appreciation for Baroque artists, in particular Francois Boucher and Peter Paul Rubens, for depicting the human body in lush detail at a time that predates the standards for bodies to be thin and airbrushed with no wrinkles or cellulite

it’s just really interesting to me

so many the things women are taught to hate about their bodies—pudgy bellies, fat rolls, double chins, and cellulite—used to be ideals of beauty shown in depictions of goddesses

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