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#zoom poetry
mysterymessmachine · 3 days
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I don't know if this is a thing already but I would like to propose something that's similar to blackout poetry: zoom poetry
inspired by my dramatic zoom in on a funny typo to show my gf
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Join me for my summer poetry workshop!
Registration ends tomorrow! A few spots are still open. Join a great group of poets as we share and inspire one another this summer! http://christophercitro.com/private-classes/
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aurevives · 11 months
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— Aure Vives, ‘Title’
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Ishq hai isme sawaal kaisa, Tujhi se hai isme inkaar kaisa. Tujhe bus taakte rahun Yun hi chat par baithe, Duniya se mooh mod lene ka malaal kaisa.
@siriusblackstwin @chaand-sifaarish @remen-nyoodles @yehsahihai @thewinchestergirl1208 @kaagazkefool my brain not working properly so rlly sorry if i didn't tag youT-T
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lostandoverwhelmed · 3 months
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i spend so much time on my laptop it feels like the whole world is comprised of laptop and nothing else until I go outside at night and purposefully stare at the sky and it’s like so all over and everything matters less and everything matters more
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bitter69uk · 2 months
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“Stage left was John Doe. Everybody had a crush on John. Tall and lean, jet-black hair, a sweet, open face and voluptuous mouth, he was classic dreamboat material. Equal parts Woody Guthrie and Elvis Presley, John was the glue who held the entire operation together.”
/ From Kristine McKenna’s liner notes to X’s debut album Los Angeles (1980) /
Happy 71st birthday to brooding frontman of definitive Los Angeles punk band X, poet, musician and actor John Doe (born John Nommensen Duchac, 25 February 1953). Gee – what did Exene Cervenka, Lydia Lunch and Texacala Jones of Tex and The Horseheads ever see in him? As hardcore X fan John Waters has pointed-out, “He’s still beautiful – the last gunslinger in town.” And no man wore a mesh t-shirt better! Pictured: Doe in foreground, with X bandmates DJ Bonebrake, Exene Cervenka and Billy Zoom. Photo by Michael Hyatt, 1981.
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silvery-stars · 9 months
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the stale end of summer, dripping away, a poem by me - this summer is gold melting in the sun.
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aethersea · 2 days
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Hello! I am really enjoying your Thistle the Show analysis posts, there are some really interesting ideas in that show! (and also from a goncharov-ing a story perspective they are so much fun to read)
eyy I'm so glad! I love that show, I love the heavy atmosphere and the overwrought symbolism and the 'power of the land' magic that's never fully explained and the tragedy of it all, god this show is so good at tragedy for something that does technically earn a happy ending. if KILLING OFF YOUR EPONYMOUS PROTAGONIST can count as a happy ending, god, I never recovered, even if he did come back to life afterward that still just MURDERED me.
it's so thematically satisfying is the thing T.T he dies and I'm just sitting there like....the themes......we're breaking the cycles of trauma and vengeance.......
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ironwhetstone · 6 months
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zoom. a haiku
I am not muted.
Can you turn your volume up?
Oh wait it was me.
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Join me for my summer Zoom poetry workshop!
I'm offering a 6-week private Zoom poetry workshop this summer! Wednesdays 6-8 pm ET. Classes begin the last week of June 2022.
Please visit my website for more info and to register. Register early as classes will cap at 12 participants each. Feel free to share this with anyone who might be interested! 😀
http://christophercitro.com/private-classes/
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satanfemme · 2 years
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Warm Leatherette, V.V.
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ralph-with-coffee · 2 years
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Ground
small awkward pause before glancing away.a feigned cough, and clearing of throat.a little shift to the side of the seat.in a library, in a zoom meeting. in a gym,there’s a paper cut for every encounter.is it the smell? is it the look? is it the wording?a thought chews on another thought.I wondered what makes a good sound,but then I realized it didn’t matter at allif you lose your ground. 6.8.2022
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bitter69uk · 8 months
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“You can't drive around and hear your favorite song / So you tape it live if you can get inside when it comes along / I can't stand people who bitch and whine / Let’s drink a beer from a paper bag while we got time / Bang, bang let the music go bang! / Brilliant, shining and nasty/ Bang, bang make the music go bang! / Let me hear a guitar sound like a train …”
/ Lyrics by Exene Cervenka and John Doe /
“This furious, fuzz-amped tear through the lives of the underclass and the willfully decadent comes close to justifying every extravagant claim ever made for this Los Angeles band. Without closing their eyes to the grief around them, X has supplanted the melancholia of Under the Big Black Sun with a firm determination to have fun. More Fun in the New World, the group's fourth LP, is an album of keen observations and vibrantly played music whose breadth and compassion may finally win X the audience they deserve … it shows that X, like the punk movement that spawned them, isn't some pop-hating musical aberration. They're a proud part of rock & roll, and More Fun in the New World can only enhance their growing reputation.”
/ Christopher Connelly reviewing More Fun in the New World by X in the October 1983 issue of Rolling Stone magazine /
Released forty years ago this month (September 1983): More Fun in the New World, the ferocious fourth album by definitive Los Angeles punk band X. Pictured: X frontwoman Exene Cervenka photographed by Ken Andersson.
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lookninjas · 7 months
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2127.
and I knew I wasn't going to find the extra energy for the extra tasks after everything but still a girl can dream
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head-empty-river · 2 years
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a balloon whose string is cut and isn't caught
rises until you become ants to one another.
out of reach until it pops, or slowly falls
to get tangled in a tree somewhere.
the balloon has more control than you
but is in more danger than you.
down to earth is a compliment
until you're falling.
being grounded is healthy
until you're trapped between four walls.
to rise above is both blessing and curse.
it is derealization, detachment from the world.
it is escapism, a coping mechanism,
and is beneficial in healthy doses.
it is superiority, the podium of first place,
and a place to look down on others.
it is accomplishment, to prevail despite hardship.
it is getting high, on life, on weed, on hard drugs.
it is the peak sisyphus will never touch.
the existence of up is reliant on down,
as with light and dark,
as with right and wrong,
as with alive and dead.
it exists only until up becomes meaningless,
as directionless space surrounds.
we must fall for flying to mean anything.
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sky-ellington · 2 years
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Zoom Out - (poem)
I saw the cell,
of a human being:
the building block of creation.
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It was the simplest,
most complex thing:
A jailhouse of information.
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Zoom out -- Zoom out
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The cell was part of a whole,
and it did as it was told:
of that there was no doubt.
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The cluster took hold;
expanding tenfold:
the flawed cell was devout.
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Zoom out -- Zoom out
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The being grew ill, so slow--
--like the shift of the earth below,
and on our Mother's face:
I saw a drought.
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A plight in both bone and soul--
--a physical and mental toll:
Life itself demands
Death's route.
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Brace yourself, now.
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Zoom out -- Zoom out
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Ancient creature of blood and breath;
Divine soil that holds Life and Death:
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The ache that thunders thru her core;
Affliction on her form once more:
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The flawed cells grew roots of hate & doubt--
--alas they must be taken out.
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Zoom out -- Zoom out
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©️ Sky Ellington
2022
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