Testaments to the Boom Times to Come (Posts tagged POETRY)

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Testaments to the Boom Times to Come

Tarra, her, 34, Pacific Northwest

amelodie

catilinas

Ocean Vuong, Time Is A Mother

Ocean Vuong poetry

focusfixated

syringavulgaris:
“Mahmoud Darwish, Life To The Last Drop
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Mahmoud Darwish poetry

knighthooded

lunchboxpoems

THINGS TO DO IN THE BELLY OF THE WHALE

Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.

DAN ALBERGOTTI

favorite poetry Dan Albergotti

lurking-latinist

lurking-latinist asked:

REDWALL, of course you were a Redwall kid, all the best people were Redwall kids! Which book was your favorite, if you don’t mind me asking?

wellntruly answered:

Oh I wish I could remember distinctly! They’re all kind of a mixed up run-on saga in my head. I know there was one with a poem of clues that had this really intricate rhyme structure that little me got obsessed with and would write her own silly little poems in all the time. There was also a period when I was living in Boston after college where it was my habit to pick up one Redwall book per used bookstore when I was wandering around with friends. Looks like this is how many I ended up with:

Which was your favorite? Is yours on my floor

lurking-latinist

Mariel of Redwall was indeed my favorite at one point! She was very easy to become as a small solitary child running around outdoors. Although in general I identified with the squirrels the most. Mossflower was my other favorite, and The Long Patrol was my other other favorite, and my introduction to the Flippant yet Noble Doomed Hero archetype that has shaped my life significantly in later years. Rakkety Tam was the last one that I thought was really good (I don’t know whether the series went downhill or I just began to grow out of them) but I mainly just loved the Scottish squirrel in that one. I mean, how could you not love a Scottish squirrel.

Was the one with the clues Pearls of Lutra? It might not have been. There were a lot of ones with clues.

I’ve just found that my library has Mossflower as an ebook and have decided to go on a nostalgia trip.

wellntruly

sonictoaster replied to your post

I have been meaning to tell you: seeing your Redwall books inspired me to reread the original! Well, technically, I’ve used a certain Portland library card to order the audiobook but I haven’t finished it yet. (The audiobook is surprisingly in demand!) It’s still so charming! I remember some things and am delighted anew to discover other thing about the story!

undercrowns replied to your post

I was ALSO obsessed with the clue poem one! Random snippets of the poems still pop into my head with no context sometimes

aynatonal replied to your post

Another Redwall kid reporting in! I actually have a personalized, signed copy of Redwall from when Brian Jacques came to visit my middle school and I got to meet him (I was a student library aide, because of course I was). He was incredibly sweet and soft-spoken, just a totally lovely guy.

fursasaida replied to your ask post

Awwww, I had ALL of them and they were ALL wavy from being dropped in the bathtub

lightfromthelostland replied to your ask post

I’m fairly certain the clue poem one was Pearls of Lutra. Also, the best one is clearly Martin the Warrior because girls are suckers for backstory. (it’s me, i’m girls)

The VIM with which the Redwall Fan Club has just created itself on my Tumblr blog!

And I have found us one of Brian Jacques’ poems, in Mariel—it is not one with Clues but it does have the rhyme structure that so entranced me:

The wind’s icy breath o'er the land of death
Tells a tale of the yet to come.
‘Cross heaving waves which mark ships’ graves
Lies an island known to some,
Where seas pound loud and rocks stand proud
And blood flows free as water,
To the far northwest, which knows no rest,
Came a father and his daughter.
The mind was numb, the heart struck dumb,
When the night seas took the child.
Hurled to her fate, by a son of Hellgate,
The dark one called The Wild.
You whom they seek, though you do not speak,
The legend is yet to be born;
One day you will sing over stones that are red,
In the misty summer dawn.

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emungere

elizabethanism

I seasonally post this poem by Molly Brodak, a poet whose life ended too soon, but whose mark on the poetry community was profound.

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sonictoaster

superaredivos

From The White Cat and the Monk, by Jo Ellen Bogart and Sydney Smith. A retelling of a ninth-century poem written by an unnamed Irish Benedictine monk comparing his scholarly pursuits to the hunting activities of his cat, Pangur Bán.

“In Irish, the word bán means white. Pangur has been said to refer to the word fuller, a person who fluffed and whitened cloth. We might think, then, that Pangur Bán was a cat with brilliantly white fur.” - Jo Ellen Bogart

Pangur Ban immortal catte cats monks poetry