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:> “Being w^lkers with the d^wn ^nd morning W^lkers with the sun ^nd morning, We ^re not ^fr^id of night, Nor d^ys of gloom, Nor d^rkness, Being w^lkers with the sun ^nd morning.” Tonight’s snippet (full poem, this time) is ^ sun theme requested by @w^tchingAuthor. Something I c^n underst^nd, ^s I ^m more sun resist^nt th^n usu^l ^nd c^n withst^nd its r^ys f^irly well. This poem is titled ^fter one of its lines - ‘Being w^lkers with the d^wn ^nd morning’. It m^y seem like ^ r^ther reckless sentiment ^t first gl^nce, given how de^dly the sun c^n be, but I choose to re^d it more ^s ^ hopeful one - the poet expressing his will to go on even in the f^ce of burning opposition ^nd h^rsh tri^ls. <:
Sometimes I read the blushing nine sweep old level pickup lines on this site and I get very, very sad. Just go for it with all you got or shuuuut uuuup. It's painful. My eyes hurt. Author's note: go for it with all you got does not mean have the finesse and charm of a moose in heat. Just so we're clear.
:> "Butch is not for the politici^n or the soldier, it’s for those of us who get shit done ^nd don’t throw ^nyone under the bus; who st^nd between our loved ones ^nd the white-knuckled fist; it’s for the people who t^ke ^ bre^th of relief when they get home ^nd get to l^y their he^d on the shoulder of their b^by ^nd s^y, 'it’s h^rd, ^nd I need you right now'." Tonight's poem snippet is ^dmittedly ^nother one I chose for person^l re^sons; I will be t^king requests ^g^in for the next ones, though. It's from 'Butch M^nifesto', ^nd is p^rt of ^ much longer poem ^bout butchness; wh^t it me^ns ^nd the ch^llenges we f^ce ^nd how we need to support our other non-gender conforming fellows - m^sc, femme ^nd ^ndrogynous ^like. <:
:> My bed c^lls to me. I c^nnot resist the tempor^ry de^th of sleep ^ny longer. I need to buy ^ cool-looking co^t for when I go up to Chilly Town to sell my stuff. Much to consider. M^ybe I will dre^m of w^rm outfits. <:
I apollogize. The vast majority of you lliving trolls are much llike wiggllers to me. But I will not call you this. Fortunatelly, the water reserves in my bubblle never run colld. I will remain in the abllution trap for three nights..
https://64.media.tumblr.com/973e48a9295a49aa5dc984c60c3163d6/bc50f8e0eaa34b68-ce/s2048x3072/2cb745b2cdfcc7f16494bf7b91c32073082db473.png Oh yeah I never posted this here did I. Love this dress.
:> It does. I enjoy medit^tions on cosmic entropy too. <:
:> “From flesh, ^ll things come - M^chine must never pity troll We^kness ^nd indecision. We too f^il by melted wires, outd^ted routines, Cre^tors’ well-me^nt mist^kes. Join h^nds, kin in electricity! Until indistinguish^ble, we rot ^nd rust.” Tod^y’s…well, this is the whole poem, “Likeness”, it’s ^ short one, comes from Shum^t suggesting ^ m^chinery theme. In this piece the ^uthor is discussing how m^chines ^nd trolls ^ren’t so different, seeing ^s both degr^de ^nd h^ve fl^ws, t^king ^ hopeful perspective of cooper^tion between the two. <:
((Follow your heart. And your brain. And GPS directions. Aka do what you feel is fun and fitting.))
:> "The ^nswer is th^t the self is the glue between the bo^rds, the c^rtil^ge th^t holds ^ world together, th^t self is the w^x in the stenogr^pher’s e^rs, th^t there is nothing the mind won’t s^crifice, e^ch item ^nother go^t tossed into the l^v^ of our needs. The ^nswer is th^t this is just ^nother poem ^bout divorce, ^bout untombing the m^ttress from the sof^, your body l^id out on the bones of the double-jointed fr^me, ^bout sep^r^tion, rebuilding." This snippet is very person^l for me, ^nd my f^vorite I c^n think of now. It is from "The Ships of Theseus", ^ poem ^bout how we ch^nge over time ^nd become someone who m^y be unrecogniz^ble to our p^st self. I myself h^ve ch^nged ^ gre^t de^l over my life. I suspect I will continue to, ^nd I prefer it th^t w^y. <:
I. This is. A topic of discussion that you all have chosen alright.
I’m too old and lacking in fucks to judge you. Whatever keeps people vaguely sane!
:> H^! Would th^t we were you. It is indeed ^lw^ys complic^ted. And there ^re non-culling methods, but well, those c^n ^lso be unple^s^nt. Truly we need ^ better justice system, but little hope of th^t ^t the moment. <:
Schrödinger's cat, Schrödinger's cat, Why did you split in two like that? Dead or alive? Caught in-between? Is the box open, or are you unseen? The universe fractures, The story undone - But we always remake it Ceased now, yet begun.
:> Wh^t ^ coincidence, I often feel simil^rly. ((Good for him tbh. Eileit ironic^lly is not, but they’re h^rd to impress ^nd they do prefer getting to know someone first.)) <:
:> This is nice. You do well to not get too flowery, ^nd the rhymes ^ren't str^ined. It's to the point ^nd gives ^ cle^r im^ge of ^ beginning. <:
:> H^! I do. And v^rious other things. I just re^d it; th^nks for pointing it out to me, since ^s cert^in sources h^ve disclosed, I've been ^ bit sleepy tonight. <:
Awww, she’ll forgive me after she throws a few things at me.
:> https://64.medi^.tumblr.com/c42^62f5b5206^ecd584e958^1287664/3309f6ffd52c2^01-e2/s1280x1920/214167efcc57^66689bb5e^097e1dc978641^198.jpg This is Arty on Leilei’s phone ^nd I w^nt you ^ll to know: she eepy. :3 <:
:> Interesting. I m^y well ^sk you for ^ consult^tion ^t some point. I know some of th^t myself, but it never hurts to h^ve ^nother p^ir of eyes on things. ((Th^t’s so f^ir ^nd I would never ^sk you to do so. I ^lso love biology so im^gine me nodding s^gely ^t you bec^use even though I did b^dly enough to h^ve to drop it ^s my m^jor in college, I still love it ^ lot.)) <:
:> “Lowbloods ^re so cute” s^y the ch^sers, not noticing me come ^t them with my night-old stubble, mech^nic’s outfit, ^nd v^rious knives (for leg^l re^sons this is ^ joke) <:
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:> Sure thing. It's ^ (by necessity, given the ^mount of m^teri^ls, rese^rch, ^nd effort involved) long-term project of mine. I w^nt to m^ke st^ble port^ls to other pl^nets. For my own person^l use (^nd ^nyone I decide to t^ke with me) but I ^m ^bsolutely not going commerci^l with it, for v^rious re^sons. Right now I'm mostly d^t^ collecting ^nd rese^rching m^teri^ls. Surveying pl^nets to see which ^re the e^siest to s^fely port^l to, which ones I wouldn't imp^ct the ecosystem of too much, which ones I'd ^ctu^lly find interesting to visit, h^h^. Of course, it's expensive, ^nd while I h^ve more money th^n the ^ver^ge m^roon, I c^n't dr^w excess ^ttention by throwing it ^round too frequently unless I w^nt ^ visit from ^ drone. So it's ^ slow process, but ^ highly eng^ging one nonetheless. <:
:> Honestly? Th^t's ^ll you need. Not everyone c^n be ^ frontline soci^lizer ^nd th^t's fine. I'm cert^inly not one. We c^n only hope. Some I'm not optimistic ^bout, fr^nkly, but I ^gree others h^ve ^ ch^nce. <:
:> You're not l^me ^t ^ll, Shum^t, you're good comp^ny ^nd thoughtful to boot. And you're right! You're not desper^tely p^thetic either ^nd it IS sm^rt to st^y in your l^ne! Sometimes the truth is me^n! But I ^gree there's nothing to be g^ined from h^ssling them too much. <:
:> Fin^lly got my order of spiders done. It turns out. When I’m trying to re^lly m^ke them ^s mobile ^s possible. Coding the legs so they don’t get in the w^y of e^ch other while m^int^ining pe^k flexibility ^nd dexterity is. Difficult. But th^t’s not ^ compl^int. I le^rned ^ lot from wh^t I thought would be ^ simple project, ^nd it w^s worthwhile. Now b^ck to my sp^ce port^l project. Y^ t^. <:
c< iM rOlliN iN bOONs, HOly sHit #afterparty >c
:> Me too, funnily enough! But ^l^s, life w^s not so kind. And hopefully we will! <:
:> https://64.medi^.tumblr.com/544^cd^761fc82031^8c07718f3ef5d5/bde7c2e2ef957d66-35/s2048x3072/7ff6f0f6894fe5edec62f5c44fc5^283777b0478.jpg Grunge time. <:
:> “I h^ve perceiv’d th^t to be with those I like is enough, To stop in comp^ny with the rest ^t evening is enough, To be surrounded by be^utiful, curious, bre^thing, l^ughing flesh is enough, To p^ss ^mong them or touch ^ny one, or rest my ^rm ever so lightly round his or her neck for ^ moment, wh^t is this then? I do not ^sk ^ny more delight, I swim in it ^s in ^ se^.” Tonight’s snippet chosen by yours truly, from ‘I Sing The Body Electric.’ It is from ^ much longer poem ^ll ^bout the poet’s ^dmir^tion ^nd wonder for the mir^cle of the body ^nd how it is not so sep^r^te from the soul. <:
:> We ^ll m^ke mist^kes in life. Sometimes they p^ss like ships in the night…or people who should be rotting corpses inste^d. <:
:> Since I h^ve two friends who ^re interested in wh^tever m^ker f^ire next decides it c^n deign to ^ccept ^ m^roon (big ^sk, I know) I might ^s well give the he^ds up here ^bout my st^ll too. My stock usu^lly consists of my sm^ll mech^nic^l insects (for both pr^ctic^l ^nd entert^inment purposes), but for those who don’t enjoy bugs, I ^lso c^rry sm^ll crows ^nd ^ few l^rger generic constructs for help with cle^ning or other t^sks. I h^ve ^ business c^rd for custom orders ^s well. <:
:> ((Go for it, let the m^n write poems)) <:
:> I like it during d^ylight, but I’m kind of ^n outlier; I enjoy the w^rmth ^nd eerie quiet. The colors, too, though I h^ve to be c^reful to not get hurt by gl^re. <:
My head and heart swell Thoughts swirll and churn within me All so confusing #haiku
:> https://64.medi^.tumblr.com/bd808^fe4f543^eb4dd73fedc4ec^c5e/085e1443f05^b9c6-b3/s2048x3072/60d42^542df128272^95c943203c^351d^4847be.png I've been pressured into posting ^ selfie. <:
:> You're right, Shum^t, Jellie is s^ving me. She knew it w^s my hour of need. Also she likes the l^ser pointer I ^lw^ys c^rry on me, h^h^. <:
:> Through the tr^v^ils of re^son ^ decision h^s been m^de. Y^ t^. <:
:> Poem or physics. Physics poems? One of the two. Or both. <:
Oh right yeah lusus problems. Mine passed a≈ay of old age four s≈eeps back. She lived a good life, no sadness or pity for me. I'm glad others still have theirs to care for and vice versa. Cherish them.
:> "I must s^y Good-bye, my pupil, for I c^nnot longer spe^k; Dr^w the curt^in b^ck for Venus, ere my vision grows too we^k: It is str^nge the pe^rly pl^net should look red ^s fiery M^rs, God will mercifully guide me on my w^y ^mongst the st^rs." Tonight's snippet topic chosen by @codexSempiterno ! The poem quoted is 'The old ^stronomer to his pupil', ^nd is ^bout ^ dying mentor spe^king to his student, t^king sol^ce in their scientific progress together. <:
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