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@andlifewasnotthesamebutitwenton as requested here are some poetry recs!! just a collection of some of my favorite poems :) in terms of poets my two favorites are probably e.e. cummings + richard siken <3
wild geese by mary oliver
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings
wishbone by richard siken
jessica gives me a chill pill by angie sijun lou
the crowds cheered as gloom galloped away by matthea harvey
anglerfish by maverick
outbreaks by kitchen mckeown
two-headed calf by laura gilpin
if morning never comes by kallie falandays
the loneliest job in the world by tony hoagland
another elegy by jericho brown
regarding the rottgen pieta by elle emerson
ramadan lament by leila chatti
what resembles the grave but isn't by anne boyer
and what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes by hanif willis-abdurraqib
the sensual world by louise glück
how to be a dog by andrew kane
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Regarding the Rottgen Pieta, Elle Emerson.
I was thinking, the other day, about the notion that divine forgiveness and or spiritual transcendence
can be achieved through suffering and or isolation.
Is that not the belief of a person so awash in shame that the only catharsis in sight is through pain?
Do you believe you deserve it?
Do you believe you have always deserved it?
Given the chance to face the people you've wronged, would you douse yourself in kerosene and cower at their feet? Would you offer them a lit match with those shaking fingers?
Suffering allows you to escape your guilt, and isn’t it such a weight removed from the hollow of your throat?
That kind of release is easily mistakable for holiness.
Don’t you pretend your hands are claws, secretly wish you could stomach the desire to push out
instead of scratching your forearms raw?
And don’t you get sore?
In the slope between your neck and shoulders,
your jaw.
But suffering is too extravagant a term for these Tuesday morning pains -
This is no spiritual awakening.
This is just dinner on the couch.
Why does it have to be beautiful?
No one holds you after your fantasies of the Passion.
There's no blood in your bedsheets from the stigmata you didn't get.
No one is watching.
So why does it have to be beautiful?
You, in pain, are no closer to god than
You, in the drive thru or
You, checking your email or
You, holding your own hand.
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who the hell names themselves ‘firechaser’
Averno, Louise Glück | Tattvamasi, You Are That, Rajiv Mohabir | Bloodsport, Yves Olade | Oscar Wilde, in a letter to Mrs Bernard Beere, circa 22 May 1897 | Regarding the Rottgen Pieta, Ryan Orme/Elle Emerson | Choi Jong Min, Franny Choi | Bloodsport, Yves Olade | The Carrying, Ada Limon | Climbing, Lucille Clifton | From the Notebooks of Anne Verveine, Rosanna Warren
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from Regarding the Rottgen Pieta by Ryan Orme/Elle Emerson
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