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typewriter-worries · 1 year

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anyway, my dearest one, we still have the moon

Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart, Steven Espada Dawson (@lilllium) | Twickenham, Middlesex, by Moonlight, Henry Pether | @letsbelonelytogetherr | Landscape, Moonlight, Simon Mathurin Lantara | baby loves, Ariana Grande | The South Bay at Night with Full Moon, Walter Linsley Meegan | (Back To Satie), Frank O’Hara | Venice, Moonlight Christopher Williams

#steven espada dawson #henry pether #simon mathurin lantara #ariana grande #walter linsley meegan #frank o'hara #christopher williams #webweaving #web weaving #parallels #dark academia #classic academia #light academia #space academia #space aesthetic #mooncore #moon academia #margaret atwood

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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Not sure if you do requests, but could you do one about not being able to move on from your first love?

i don't mind doing requests at all !! i hope this is what you were looking for

come back. even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Steven Espada Dawson excerpt from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart / Fyodor Dostoyevsky excerpt from The Brothers Karamazov / @/ratsandlillies (on instagram) C + M / Trista Mateer Salt / Iain Thomas excerpt from The City Rises and Falls / Yves Olade Belovéd / Amber Run I Found / Tony Belobrajdic Hands 1 / Kim Jakobsson I Won't Become / Hozier Almost

i. Steven Espada Dawson, Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart

[ "We're under the same moon and I'm sick with that knowing." ]

ii. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[ "I am too young and I've loved you too much." ]

iii. @/ratsandlillies, C + M

[ Stylized painting of a man and a woman leaning towards each other. Their faces blend together in the middle. ]

iv. Trista Mateer, Salt

[ "I want you to know that it is okay not to love me. / I want you to know that you are not the first person / who found it a little too tough, who took two steps / back when my jaws started snapping." ]

v. Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls

[ "You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory." ]

vi. Yves Olade, Beloved

[ "I choked / on such longing I couldn't spit it out. Yes, desire is so different / when God bore you hungry." ]

vii. Amber Run, I Found

[ "For a while it was love, wasn't it? For me it was love." ]

viii. Tony Belobrajdic, Hands 1

[ Painting of two hands intertwined together. ]

ix. Kim Jakobsson, I Won't Become

[ Painting of a young woman standing with her back towards the audience. Stylized various different hands hold her face and back. ]

x. Hozier, Almost

[ "The same of music haunts her bedroom / I'm almost me again, she's almost you" ]

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girlfictions · 1 year

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Steven Espada Dawson, Elegy for Brian, My Brother Who Has Been Missing for Ten Years

#the truth is i'm always waiting. <- this line caused irreparable damage #steven espada dawson #poetry #on grief #on loss #on death #words

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thedearidiot · 2 years

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I’m always looking for a mirror with a family inside it.

If a mirror breaks, which shard is the family? There are so many ways to hold yourself hostage. I’m still learning to love my captor.

- Steven Espada Dawson, Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Heart.

#steven espada dawson #poetry #but the horror was for home

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thelastshootingstar · 2 years

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IM GRIEVING YOU, STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

Letters from Medea, Salma Deera / Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart, Steven Espada Dawson / Sun Yuan & Peng Yu / Smother, Daughter.

#web weaving #poetry #comparatives #parallels #salma deera #daughter #steven espada dawson #grief #on grief

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runningfromadream · 7 months

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We're under the same moon and I'm sick with that knowing.

Steven Espada Dawson

#Steven Espada Dawson #quote #quotes #under #same #moon #sick #knowing

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missedstations · 1 month

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"My Brother Stole Every Spoon in the House" - Steven Espada Dawson

so we don't eat soup anymore. We tried. The bone broth fell right through our forks, our fingers, stained the carpets. We all learned to speak twelve languages but only the words for good morning and hospital. In Old Norse my mom learns the phrase where are all the fucking spoons. Brian went outside, whispered swears to the poplars. They bent their necks to hear him. Brian went outside and left forever, took the rest of the silverware. Brian went outside and left a thousand doodles he drew, every happy animal that wasn't him. We crumpled them like origami roadkill. Stomped them under our feet until they became wine between our toes. We're still drinking it now, ten years later. I don't know how magnets work. If I tied a million together, could they pull him here? The cutlery turned ash in his pockets. That heavy metal in his blood.

#Poems #My Brother Stole Every Spoon in the House #Steven Espada Dawson

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thearchivistswilltolive · 4 months

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A river is body running by Steven Espada Dawson

#a river is a body running #steven espada dawson #poem #poetry #just wanted to share #not mine

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kvothes · 1 year

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going forward, how do i know the difference between digging myself in deeper and digging my way out?

the city / empties itself tonight. lightning stages this perfect // vacancy like so many camera flashes. / for a moment, you are famous. even god / is looking for you.

#anon: be good to yourself #from steven espada dawson #as seen in the best new poets 2022 anthology #bibliomancy

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lunamonchtuna · 9 months

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— Steven Espada Dawson, from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart

#dark aesthetic #poetry #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #book quotes #light academia #quotes #dark academic #lovecore #romantic academia

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mazeyphaedra · 1 month

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There’s a moment where you see there’s still deep attraction here.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice // Brennan Lee Mulligan, Fantasy High: Junior Year // Lev St. Valentine, THIS IS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU // Lev St. Valentine, HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. // Mitski, I’m Your Man // Siobhan Thompson, Brennan Lee Mulligan, & Ally Beardsley, Fantasy High: Junior Year // Trista Mateer, You Couldn’t Just Leave? // Steven Espada Dawson, Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart // Natalie Diaz, Wolf OR-7 // Ally Beardsley & Brennan Lee Mulligan, Fantasy High: Junior Year

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corruptedtwinks · 8 months

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Marina Tsevaeta - Poem of The End// Leigh Bardugo - Ruin and Rising// Jaymes Young - Moondust// Federico García Lorca - Blood Wedding and Yerma// Yves Olade - Bloodsport// Steven Espada Dawson - Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart// Unknown// Cassandra Clare//

#web weaving #web weave #on love #on loss #on unrequited love #romance #love #poetry

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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i would kill to be the cold tracing your body and shaking your bones

Steven Espada Dawson Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart / Anne Carson Decreation; Lines / George Seferis (tr. Edmund Keeley) from Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanth, Collected Poems / Elaine Kahn Romance or the End / @/the-empath-and-the-intuitive (on tumblr) / Virginia Woolf from a letter to Violet Dickinson written January 1909 / @/sweatermuppet (on tumblr) / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / unknown

i. Steven Espada Dawson Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart

[ "We're under the same moon and I'm sick / with that knowing." ]

ii. Anne Carson Decreation; Lines

[ Screenshot of a tumblr post by @/xshayarsha with an excerpt from a poem. "How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind." ]

iii. George Seferis (tr. Edmund Keeley) Startis Thalassinos Among the Agapanth

[ "The first thing God made is love / then comes blood / and the thirst for blood" ]

iv. Elaine Kahn Romance or the End

[ "I have heard it said that love turns people soft but i have never been more brutal." ]

v. @/the-empath-and-the-intuitive (on tumblr)

[ Grainy, washed out image of two statues with smashed in faces. They are turned to face each other. "After love, no one is what they were before." ]

vi. Virginia Woolf from a letter to Violet Dickinson written January 1909

[ Excerpt from a letter written by Virginia Woolf to Violet Dickinson. "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." ]

vii. @/sweatermuppet (on tumblr)

[ Grainy, black and white image of a wolf and male deer pressing their noses together. Words are sporadically placed around the image and are surrounded by a white border. "'cause / ive / always / been / scared / of / loving / someone / just / a / little / bit / more / than / im / loved" ]

viii. Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[ Screenshot of a tumblr post by @/memoryslandscape with an excerpt from a poem. "I miss you more than I remember you." ]

ix. unknown

[ Screenshot of a forum post by a user named "robin" posted on August 11, 2022. "it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to." ]

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thedearidiot · 2 years

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Mom says Brian doesn’t have a heart worth scorning, says heroin slipped him quick through the family’s tourniquet.

There is no body to bury. I explain this to my therapist, ask if a decade is long enough to declare my brother legally dead—

ask how there can be grief without wisdom teeth, cracked sternum, caution tape. I want to lock my brother in nostalgia’s

mausoleum, throw the key in the crematory. Instead I tuck death in a shoebox under my bed like a pile of love letters.

My brother is the one who got away. I coo his death to sleep, scratch its chin. When I hear death snoring

I yell into my pillow, punch the mattress until the springs jab back. Into this pot I toss each spoon my brother burned.

This poem is a cauldron summoning him alive and sober and here. When he starts to sprint away, I break each line like a femur.

- Steven Espada Dawson, Every Poem I Write Is a Cauldron.

#steven espada dawson #poetry #grief #am i my brother's keeper?

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awsok · 6 months

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shin hati (and sabine wren)

tumblr tags, raorica / ahsoka, ‘master and apprentice’ / bloodsport, yves olade / norwegian wood, haruki murakami / ahsoka, ‘master and apprentice’ / when rome falls, yves olade / 08-15-21, saintflint / ahsoka, 'far far away’ / 08-15-21, saintflint / ahsoka, 'far far away’ / it will come back, hozier / ahsoka, 'dreams and madness’ / elegy for the four chambers of my brothers heart, steven espada dawson

#shin hati #sabine wren #web weaving #wolfwren #wolfwrenweek2023 #wanted to examine shin's perspective with this one!#(does that mean there'll be a counterpart with sabine's perspective? only time will tell...)#ahsoka #wolfwrenweek #*#*gif #*weave #lots of sun metaphors here because medieval sources didn't agree on which wolf chased the moon and the sun!#so i thought it would be fun to use both #it's why i used something that referred to the moon in my baylan web weave as well #anyway! happy wolfwren week! really looking forward to seeing everything people have made!!#100

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dontknowwhyiam · 1 year

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i don’t know if it hurt more to know you or to let you go

// pinterest // phoebe bridgers, waiting room // pinterest // audrey emmett // pinterest // vladimir nabokov // pinterest // steven espada dawson, elegy for the four chambers of my brother’s heart //

#web weaving #boygenius #phoebe bridgers #losing a friend #toxic friendship #friendship

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