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inkskinned · 11 months

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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

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reallybadblackoutpoems · 1 year

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allegory of the cave (380 bc.) - plato

“socrates: now consider the following. barkbarkbark”

#sorry gays #havent been active #time means nothing to me anymore #hope everyone is doing well #have been learning to crochet among us #its going well id say #slay #anywyay #blackout poem #blackout poetry #author #book #poetry #plato #allegory of the cave

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lifeinpoetry · 1 year

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I try to find you, yet you are not here. / I’ve studied absence, fought to fill it in—

— Denise Riley, from "Hiding in plain sight," Say Something Back & Time Lived, Without Its Flow

#quote #denise riley #poetry #say something back & time lived without its flow #out of my collection #hiding in plain sight

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 2 months

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i dig his earnest soul & neglected middle child vibes. he's so Charming and for what reason!

#perhaps i just enjoy pathetic men!#perhaps i relate to how he's treated! who's to say!#grabbing him and putting him on my trinket shelf #i'd listen to his poetry. i'd hate every fucking second but i Would listen <3 #look at him! Look! i want to perhaps toss him around in a sack!#there is a 3d model of him in my mind and im just. violently spinning him #my fav pillars: latter & toodaloo THANKS I LOVE THEM.#scribble salad #latter pillar #welcome home puppet show #ok its time to queue this and sleep. im seeing spiders #you know it's time to sleep when the trash bag strings turn into a tarantula!#god. latter. i love him and his too many stupid fucking limbs AGH HE'S SO PERFECT.#howdy's just a hater smh. and repressed as shit - i see him. he's not fooling Me....

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canis-dies · 4 months

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01. The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives // 02. This Post - caranthris on twt // 03. Like The Dawn - The Oh Hellos // 04. Moon - Wikipedia // 05. Moon - Wikipedia // 06. The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives // 07. The Story of the Sun and the Moon: An Inspiration - Michelle Montague // 08. Moonbow - Wikipedia // 09. Moonbow - Wikipedia // 10. I'm Your Man - Mitski // 11. Various Listings - Amazon // 12. DFEM Tarot Deck - cocorrina // 13. Emma - Jane Austen // 14. "Until I started choking on our memories", Out of the ruins - Tina Tran // 15. The Garden of Eden - Ernest Hemingway // 16. Love of the Wolf - Hélène Cixous // 17. I Run Away - Summer Underground // 18. La Création d'Ève - Abel Pann // 19. Genesis 2:22 - Chandler Vinson, A Trivial Devotion // 20. Doggy Style - Maisie Cowell // 21. Unknown // 22. Artificial Intelligence - Wikipedia // 23. The Lovers - Sneha Solanki // 24. This Post - rottingtrouble-child on tumblr // 25. This Post - venomsbite on tumblr // 26. For Your Own Good - Leah Horlick

#how do we feel about the credits format #its a little time consuming but if it makes it easier to read then idm it #ok to rb #webweave #web weave #webweaving #on devotion #i think #im not sure of a good word to describe it. hence why im webweaving and not posting about it.#dog symbolism #dog poetry #canine poetry #sun #moon

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soracities · 2 months

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traveling to see a long distance lover in a few months and we're both about 5'4.. its symmetry of the heart! its completing a matching set after 20 years! its fitting over each other like milkcrates! its our shadows lining up! its picking same-sized clothes to exchange so we can still hold each other after i go! im in love and its my scariest secret! i am in love!!!!!

anon this is..........i am..............oh my godddd 😭

#ask #Anonymous #how can you just drop this haunting piece of poetry in my inbox like its no big deal 😭#i hope your shadows dance in perfect symmetry i hope the milk crates hold each other firmly and without wavering i hope every item of #shared clothing after your meeting greets you with the surprise of a love letter through the mail box opening to the familiarity of a well #loved hand in yours i hope you have the most the most the MOST beautiful time when you meet your beloved i hope its like the sun emerging t #warm you on all sides #love is a house with many rooms

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fawnblooded · 3 months

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ONE DAY IT WILL BE DIFFERENT ONE DAY I WILL LOVE IN THE RIGHT WAY ONE DAY I WILL FALL WHERE ITS OKAY FOR ME TO FALL!

#me when i fall for a close friend again #somehow its worse every time #poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled writing #writers on tumblr #writing #poetry blog #prose #ramble #crush #unrequited feelings

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rocksalt-and-pie · 2 years

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shout-out to the makers of NBC Hannibal for (clearly) reading all four books about Hannibal Lecter by Thomas Harris and going "hmm. actually we will make the gayest possible version of this" going on to COMPLETELY disregard the other main character and (canon) ?love interest? of the series and never even MENTION Clarice Starling. Like it's so funny to me that she never even appears on the show when book!Will Graham literally fucks off after The Red Dragon and wants nothing to do with any of this anymore and book!Hannibal is obsessed with Clarice in the same way that tv!Hannibal is obsessed with tv!Will. like they really took a whole book franchise, picked out the cherries, and made it their own personal little gay AU. that's so refreshing and should be a leading example in television adaptations. in this essay i will

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #Clarice Starling #thomas harris #nbc hannibal #mp #i actually like clarice as a character though #but i do think that the red dragon is the best book of the series and they get worse and worse #also they have nothing to do with the show when it comes to aesthetics #they're literally just action filled crime thrillers. they feel very to the point‚ very technical and practical and sober #whereas the show is literally just art and poetry and emotions and meaning and simply beautiful #i also love that the show treats its female characters so much better than the books #the books feel very masculine which is just due to the time of publishing i guess #i feel like a lot of books written and published by men in the 80s/90s have this very brutalist straight forward no emotions style #but yeah. the people who made the show really went all out with it and i love how their interpretation is kinda just high scale fanfiction #like i respect that so much and also: goals

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naomistares · 5 months

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okay...next comic, i feel like the answer is obvious but i feel conflicted... ? more thoughts in tags

#if i do soup scene ill also be doing a cover page just to even the number out #i dont like it when its odd #so even more work #which i ENJOY BTW!#its just i might lose drive #the harryanthe scene #the way harrow just blurts out poetry to ianthe #are u kidding me?#the way it catches her off guard #the way she compliments harrow a bit layer #the way harrow keeps thinking about it #i felt kinda crazy #i forgot abt this scene u til a few hrs ago #but i also have visions for the soup scene #what if i do both #guys i am running out of time before i have 2 go to uni #where i'll inevitably disappear for a while again #ill try not to tho #i love drawing

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ask-captain-keating · 26 days

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Students, poets, lads, etc.,

I will be sharing your next assignment here, and will share prompts intermittently to encourage writing out of the classroom. This is not required, but extra points will be added to the grade of whoever chooses to participate.

Your prompt for this first assignment is to write a poem or adjacent piece of writing about/ for your favorite person. This doesn't have to be about a fellow classmate, student, or even a human, just someone that you love more than anyone else. It is not imperative that you reveal who the subject of your work is, but if you feel it's important to the piece, please do so!

If you need a point of inspiration or an example to reference if you're stuck, I've provided a poem I wrote not too long ago. You can do something similar, or something wildly different, whatever feels right to you.

Everything Sings

Earl gray graces the sleep-filled soul,

joined by the echoes of a kettle's sweetly strung note,

and the familiar pang of the carillon's morning hymnals.

Myths of Genesis's flood remain reminiscent of a choir I know well,

this ark of Noah's reduced to a mere vessel for God and His ballads I dedicated to you.

John Charles Keating

Good luck boys, I look forward to seeing what you all create.

Best,

Mr Keating

PS. Those of you who are not students of mine are more than welcome to participate!

@first-unmanned-flying-desk-set @social-anxiety-and-poetry @phonecall-fromgod @radiofree-america @pittsie-boy @knoxious-overstreet @therealrichardcameron @head-of-the-dinner-table

#ooc tags: this was entirely tyson/knox's idea and i loved it so so so much #again its not mandatory and if u dont wanna participate u dont have to at all #and theres no due date or time limit so definitely dont feel rushed #dead poets society #john keating #non ask #keating's poetry prompts #my poetry

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reallybadblackoutpoems · 3 days

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