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not sure if anyone is interested in this but here is a list of the most joyfully vital poems I know :)

You're the Top by Ellen Bass

Grand Fugue by Peter E. Murphy

Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Everything Is Waiting For You by David Whyte

Lawrence Ferlinghetti Is Alive! by Emily Sernaker

Instructions for Assembling the Miracle by Peter Cooley

Barton Springs by Tony Hoagland

Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Tomorrow, No, Tomorrower by Bradley Trumpfheller

At Last the New Arriving by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

To a Self-Proclaimed Manic Depressive Ex-Stripper Poet, After a Reading by Jeannine Hall Gailey

In the Presence of Absence by Richard Widerkehr

Chillary Clinton Said 'We Have to Bring Them to Heal' by Cortney Lamar Charleston

Midsummer by Charles Simic

Today by Frank O'Hara

Naturally by Stephen Dunn

Life is Slightly Different Than You Think It Is by Arthur Vogelsang

Ode to My Husband, Who Brings the Music by Zeina Hashem Beck

The Imaginal Stage by D.A. Powell

Lucky Life by Gerald Stern

Beginner's Lesson by Malcolm Alexander

Presidential Poetry Briefing by Albert Haley

A Poem for Uncertainties by Mark Terrill

On Coming Home by Lisa Summe

G-9 by Tim Dlugos

Five Haiku by Billy Collins

The Fates by David Kirby

Upon Receiving My Inheritance by William Fargason

Variation on a Theme by W. S. Merwin

Easy as Falling Down Stairs by Dean Young

Psalm 150 by Jericho Brown

Pantoum for Sabbouha by Zeina Hashem Beck

ASMR by Corey Van Landingham

A Welcome by Joanna Klink

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

At Church, I Tell My Mom She’s Singing Off-Key and She Says, by Michael Frazier

Concept idea

most dark academia books and film have one person is obsessed with an enigmatic society or group of people/friends. What about the reverse?

A group of friends that become obsessed with one ‘perfect’ person; a loner of sorts, yet are mutually respected by everyone and don’t seem the need to make friends. Yet the group forces themselves onto that person, hungry to finding out more and essentially almost becoming like them. So they obviously get lured in by a single, mysterious person that could shatter them in a second.

Ok this is very late but I just saw your post on poc literature, but I wanted to let u know Ruth Jhabprawala is NOT a poc author. She's white but has profited from the misconception that she's South Asian although her books contain a lot of racist imagery and beliefs. I love her work on film but just wanted to let u and others know for the future! Thanks for creating the list too :-)

Thank you for informing me, I never knew!

han kang, winner of the nobel prize for literature, refused to celebrate because of the wars: 'With the war intensifying and people being carried out dead every day, how can we have a celebration or a press conference?'

toshiyuki mimaki, co-chair of Hidankyo, the A-bomb survivors’ group that won nobel peace prize, said: 'Gaza right now is like Japan 80 years ago' and had thought the prize would go to those working hard in Gaza, not to Hidankyo.

arundhati roy, winning the PEN pinter prize, in her speech at the british library: "Not all the power and money, not all the weapons and propaganda on earth can any longer hide the wound that is Palestine."

alaa abdel fattah, who was named PEN Writer of Courage by Roy, is in egyptian prison. but in 2021 his mother brought his letters from prison on gaza: Free Jerusalem; tranquil Alexandria, Bride of the Sea; Beirut, the Sheltering Tent — the symbols seem more real than the cities. But Gaza and Cairo are both cities that resist romanticization and so elude song. No one sings to Cairo, but it is the capital of the Arabs. No one sings to Gaza either, but it remains the indisputable capital of Palestine. Both are always present in a crisis. [...]

Do I have the right to dream of escaping to Gaza? Do I have the right to dream of a road to Cairo that passes through Gaza? Does a captive have the right to ask for help from the besieged? I know that these questions show how ancient I am, but I’m an Arab and Palestine’s always on my mind. And, in my defense, I’ll say that I refused to be humiliated in my country, and I never lowered my banners, and it should count that I stood in the face of my oppressors: an orphan, naked and barefoot, and my solace is that the tragedy I’m living is but my share of yours. I call out to you: you are always on my mind."

these are the things the brave and intellectual people of our time are saying. it is possible to be principled. it is always possible to be principled. it is also possible to be less than that—look around and you'll see it in all the writers and artists of our time who are abdicating their roles within humanity. we're living in a time of perfect clarity.

Some character quirks based off people I know

-collects music boxes and line them neatly on the shelf, trying to set them off at the same time.

-used to buy baguettes every Thursday morning and carry them to school

- great at forging things, because their writing can instantly change

- can beatbox surprisingly

- can unhinge their jaw

- can crack their neck

- brings certain things to a get together just because it is aesthetic

- takes lessons for violin yet spends most of their time self teaching themselves piano

- knows seven languages yet has a mental blank for all of them when speaking to someone

- hunches over and makes themselves look shorter than they are, even though they are one of the shortest ones

- good at a shit ton of things yet does not seem to comprehend simple geography, will believe that Spain is in France until told otherwise

- teaching themselves to be ambidextrous

- smartass since day one

-mildly allergic to cats yet owns one

- can’t swim properly

- writes notes in a bunch of different languages mixed together and sits in satisfaction as their friends scramble to translate it.

- has a guilty pleasure of gay fanfic

- has a guilty pleasure of poetry from the romantic era

- one is a slightly hypochondriac

- uses too many commas, semi colons in their writing

- scared of butterflies

- smells like berries

- so many hand gestures and dramatics while talking.

- calls her friends ‘bub’

- whenever she’s bored and wants to read at the same time the only thing she’ll read is Lemony Snicket

- has to pick out their own cutlery otherwise will get annoyed

- checks their bare wrist as if they’re looking for the time

- has a strange obessesion with time

- really likes ink

- gets vertigo a lot

- prefers inanimate objects more than people

-used to have a room filled with paper planes

- always yawns whenever it’s a social gathering

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

“what’s the odyssey?” girl what ISN’T the odyssey

What Evil Means to Us, by C. Fred Alford

movies that make me feel physically ill