1. proclivitease said: Do you have any advice for reading poetry out loud for the first time (like at a coffee shop or book store or where ever they may have a reading)

    Hi yes I have opinions on this!

    The main thing about reading out loud is that you need to understand this is a performance. You are performing for an audience. You might not be in like frills and black tights, holding a fake skull or some shit, but you are standing in front of an audience, and they deserve to be engaged. So a little theatricality is required.

    That means you should try to make eye contact. You should probably gesticulate a little, with your hands. You’re going to need to emote a bit, where necessary. Basically read your words with conviction, but try to make it sound natural.

    Like you don’t need to go all slam poetry with it (unless you’re going for that sort of thing), but as a rule I think it’s better to go overboard than keep it flat. Some people might not like slam poetry, but absolutely no one likes monotonous-academic-poetry-robot guy.

    Don’t worry about messing up, or flubbing a line. Don’t apologize for yourself, and keep self-deprecation to a minimum. The audience can smell a lack of confidence. Just remember that when you’re reading, YOU are the boss. The audience is there to listen to you. If you fuck up, you fuck up. Just roll with it, make a joke. They will appreciate you not being all weak kneed about it.

    As a primer you should maybe go watch some stand-up, some of your favorite film monologues, some Don Draper speeches. Basically just anything where a person is telling someone else a story. Because that’s all you’re doing. What you’re reading might be a little abstract, might not begin with “Once upon a time,” but reading is reading. Oral recitation has and will always operate under the same basic principles, whether it’s in the nursery, or the boardroom, or a bunch of lit nerds in a coffee shop.

    Okay, I hope this helped. Good luck!

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  5. food body


    i will choose food above all things. i will choose food because i am food. it’s not ashes to ashes, it’s from meat we came and to meat we will return. bodies will return to earth in a gasping, grabbing cyclical mess of goo and slime and climbing tentacles. flowers will eat you and bloom from your skull. and then the flowers will give up their own food bodies and fall back upon yours. everywhere you walk, bodies are beneath you. this is why you are the earth. as it will strip and rape your body, you strip and rape it in return, like a couple of sacred dogs. the world is sacred and desecrated. this is also the body. it is food when you walk, when you fuck, when you sleep, when you dream. everything i do and desire is wrapped in this 5’8 meat market. i’m the cakey outside and the gooey middle. remember when i told you that i wanted you to bruise me so i could push the bruise later and remember you, that i wanted you to mark my sacred food body so i could have you in the most visceral of ways? i’d like to engage with you the way the earth will ultimately engage with me. i want to create a cycle of consumption. does this make desire sacred? if you are a man, will i then choose you above all things, as you are food as well? i thought about this fictional bruise all day, the size of your thumb. it moved around in my imagination, the inside of my right wrist, my right hip bone, my sternum, my throat, the side of my mouth. but you can only have the corporal, the bruised flesh, the cuts on the fingers, the blood and mucus. you can never find me within the food. were i to become a vivisection before your very eyes, i would never be revealed. you would never see the space where i dream. and that is why, when you bite me, like the sacred dogs we are, you are going to have to do it so very hard.

    remember when i told you that i wanted you to bruise me so i could push the bruise later and remember you

  6. Sam Szafran, Escalier 54 Rue de Seine, 1960

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  7. thebagatellecardclub:

    Taiyo Matsumoto

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  8. You were raised with the belief
    that a tiny city of brown sugar
    is growing in your skull

    and that you are not alone
    on this earth, because

    magic is real
    and put us here

    gave us faces

    and carved us shapely legs
    from the branches of some
    underwater tree

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  11. AN ARK by Bob Schofield

  12. pixography:

    Magritte ~ “The Traveler, 1937

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  13. kdecember:


    most things can get worse

    i feel like you’re saying this from on top of a mountain and i heard it in my car today while driving, to find where worse doesn’t give in to worse.

    it wasn’t a mountain it was a tall tree but yes.

    still, i think you are driving in the right direction. just beware of oncoming traffic.

    know that the oncoming traffic might get worse.

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    Gelrev Ongbico

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  15. most things can get worse