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Wild and Mysterious Poetry
This week I talked about being unpinnable, the violence of language, and survival, so I was drawn to my Sasquatch poetry kit (assoc link).
Sasquatch Sijo by Maria L. Berg 2024
The Prompts
NaPoWriMo: Write a sijo. “This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is…
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i might be doing really terrible on the emotional regulation front but in my defense ive had a gaping hole in my chest since i was 12
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Hey is anybody having trouble with those Captcha test things lately? Mine are getting kinda weird and I’m even not too sure what to click on
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No you won’t ever be exactly the same again and that’s fine, actually.
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our fates are entwined whether you like it or not you stupid bastard
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The first rule of tragedy is to be yourself. The second of rule of tragedy is to be literally anyone else. The third rule is that however much you try, there is no escaping being yourself forever.
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Going insane about kicked dog with rabies type characters
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i find myself starting to daydream over and over about this nonsense, this nearsense, this language that says nothing but feels so rich in sensation.
am i supposed to be reading a coded message within?
or is this an actual conversation between two soulmates so perfectly in tune with one another that there’s no need for their words to make sense to anyone outside of themselves?
all that night i lie awake in my empty double bed, trying not to hear the noise beyond the wall, and i image myself possessing a love as intense, as individual, as the passion of mr how and mrs why
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navigating this city is an uncoiling. how can i describe it to you? […] imagine running your hand up a lover’s back to find a spine that’s too bony and crooked and wet with—
i don’t mean to put you off coming here.
it’s been a difficult few months, and the rain never stops, and i am so
alone.
my name is david ward. i am in eskew.
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