When you came in with a toy camera
taking pictures of everyone
how we all cheesed whenever you clicked a button,
showing each of us an illustration that resembled nothing like us
but your smile gave us enough imagination
to believe you took the best photo of us.
When I saw you playing with a big ribbon in your hand
how I grabbed one end while you held on the other
and we ran around my brother and tied him up
till he submitted to our demands and gave us laughter,
we coiled around your dad until he paid his ransom
with kissed on your face,
we wrapped up your mom
made her smile her way into freedom.
When you pulled me away from the football game on the TV
I briefly thought about staying to watch the end
but there are things I’m learning I shouldn’t time out myself away from
so we went to the other room with the toys
you hand me books as we stare at the pictures,
we talk nonsense which makes prefect sense
when all we want to do is be silly,
you stack mega blocks on the floor
as I gasp in disbelief watching you construct skyscrapers
with your own too hands
when your buildings tipped and tumbled down
we giggled knowing we had another chance to build again.
When all of this becomes a memory of yesterday
I will still feel blessed to had lived briefly in your imagination,
had resided in it long enough for it to become a poem,
long enough for me recognize that happiness that day
came in the form of some shared silly smiles
that melted my heart with joy.
To combat the unfortunate wave of homophobia in sports and the state of Russian LGBT rights ahead of the 2014 Olympics, GQ Germany has rounded up 13 heterosexual celebrities from a variety of industries to make out with each other in a new campaign called “Gentlemen against homophobia.”
The editors of GQ are pushing the new campaign with the hashtag #Mundpropaganda (meaning “word of mouth”) to show, among other things, just how unremarkable and “mundane” a gay kiss can be.
“The intolerance that homosexuals are still fighting against is shocking,” said Editor-in-Chief José Redondo-Vega. “With #Mundpropaganda we wanted to give a clear sign in favor of a free society.”
You can watch the video, Making of #Mundpropoganda here.
I’m addicted to missing you
and I feel like a terrible human being because of this.
You already told me there is not chance of us
yet still I can not shed my romantic want for you.
I thought being friends would subside this desire
but that has been malnourished
and my starvation for some reciprocation
leaves me wanting something I never had with you.
I try to forget you by romantically falling for other people
yet I have not felt a strong enough pull
to let make me give up my addiction from missing you.
I won’t tell you I am missing you
because at least now I feel I have control of my addiciton
limit my feening to only sad poems
sustain my survival with love poems whose imagination
is greater than any reality I currently have.
i will eventually give up being a terrible human being,
train myself to stop enjoying the bitterness that comes from missing you
let go and pain my way through so these wounds can mend
I wish I could forget you, the way you easily forgotten me.
yeah I saw this gif set http://charisececilee.tumblr.com/post/69568875416 and just ended up writing about it
halt me in a state of infatuation,
when I try to rennervate out of you
chuckle when my counter action fails.
levicorpus my world upside down
with an incantation of who you are
when you finish a sentence
how I fall for you more
there is no liberacorpus to make this all stop
you reducto me all over the place
questions you cast unto me
how I wanted to cloak myself
yet I conjure all of my courage
answer myself into ashes
feeling like a mist of nothing before you
you stare at me mystified
as if I was a Patronus you been seeking,
I confessed to you
how I expectro patronum for anything
not thinking that everything, that you
would materialize into my life
wand yourself closer
I am caught in the spell that is you
you believe in me as if I was magic
I look at you knowing you are
I don’t need you to be an answer in my life,
I need you to be a question I’m scared to ask.
When I look at you I ask anyway,
we tremble holding the other yet we answer anyway.
even if it breaks us
but because it might awake us
beau sia. “letter to a young poet.” it is sunday morning and this is making me cry. i’m not sure why. (via funksflo)
re-imagine your definition of results.
live a full life.
keep working on this concept forever.
let a full life be informed by all,
defined only by you.
get to the answer by asking the questions
those around you
may never believe exist.
titles only have the power you give them.
proving yourself to the external will exhaust you.
you will lose yourself in fixed identity.
you have as much writing in you
as you do. listen
for what your words are showing you.
reject the parts of praise
that will bind you.
reject the criticism intended to hold you down.
the plan is greater than any one of us.
learn to respond to the harm
in others’ perceptions
with more honest mirrors.
your craft has depths
you will not reach the limits of.
it will live in you
after hands have stopped sequencing.
how you distill evolves.
give yourself patience to savor.
the silences offer more than quiet.
touch what all this work is for.
Junot Diaz in convo with Hilton Als about masculinity and other things
"how do you narrativize being in squint range of a grandmother, who basically grew up in an almost slavery background in the Dominican republic working as a tenant farmer, just terrifying subsistence… and i’m squinting with my other eye at my little brother who is a U.S. born combat veteran who sounds like someone turned the tv to Fox news and broke the dial… how do you create a self that takes both of those people in? … for a person like me, it helps not to have realism as the exclusive paradigm for understanding yourself. It’s really helpful for people to assemble selves not always deploying realism… "
"this will embarrass him and therefore relax him." i love nerd banter… on a serious note though. this is so good and inspirational, particularly for any artist of color. also one of the better, more reciprocal, more politically equal of interviews i’ve seen with junot.
junot: “you know when you wake up and don’t know what room you’re in or what country you’re in? the one thing i always know is like ‘fight the man!’”
"you know that 99% of your stories ain’t been told, in any fucking medium, and yet we have to be taught to look and to tell our story. for many of us, that is something that we have to stumble our way through. despite the utter absence of us, it is still an internal revolution to say, ‘wait a minute! we are not only worthy of great art, but the source of great art.’ for many of us, it takes a lot of work to get there.”
hilton als: kara walker told me that it takes many hours when she goes into the studio to claim it, to claim the space, to say that it’s okay for her to make art… just going back to what you were saying, if you can describe about the process and the stumbling? did you feel that fiction would be the genre or were you writing in other kinds of genre?”
Essentially, if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them. There is no shame in being sad or struggling or trying to heal. We are all desperate, depraved and sacred. We are all terrible and brillIant. I can list all the things that can make a girl want to escape her own body (re: patriarchy). But I’d rather list all the things that make me want to stay in my body, and adorn it like a home, rub oils into my skin, tell it how sorry I am for trying to leave, for trying to hurt it into submission.Warsan Shire (via quantumfemme)
So my friend Lindsey asked me to do a set of 4 poems this past Thursday. Since it was her birthday I asked her if she had any request. I wasn’t expecting for her to ask me to read my Hello Kitty poem. It was one of those poem I never really expect to share. I wanted to honor her request because even though I didn’t ask her why that poem, I understood she had to find value in it to ask.
Big thanks to my fellow crabby cancerian Ashely for recording.
If you want to read the poem here is a link http://lorenzmdumuk.tumblr.com/post/51713153645/hello-kitty-freewrite