And Will You Never Cut The Cloth, Or Drink The Light To Be? And Can You Never Swear A Year, To Any One

Goya (Luciano Emmer, 1950)

Gustav Klimt’s ’“The Kiss” (1908) by = 。= (2009)

a playlist dump-2022

- velvet express ; walking with a silent acquaintance underneath a frozen blue night - siren noise; the sapphic pirate tragedy we’re all looking for - miserable bravado ; insanity before stage, what would be in a neo-noir/thriller movie of mine -trailing sleeves; missing the friends who have left you alone -rabbit holes; periods of a party

-the tearoom ; a slow day at a night cafe

-outline; songs for the speaker

december consumption

these are forms of media that i frequently associate with december

books

Devotion, Patti Smith

A Spy in the House of Love, Anais Nin

After Dark, Haruki Murakami

The Woman in the Dunes, Kōbō Abe

Sleepless Nights, Elizabeth Hardwick

Untold Night and Day, Bae Suah

Paradais, Fernanda Melchor

articles/essays

Everything Visible Is Empty: Toshio Matsumoto, Stuart Monro-Mousse Magazine

As a city, Hong Kong confounds. The sheer aggressiveness, people jostling for trains or shouting from afar, somehow feels more intimate than unsettling.

A Mexican Novel Conjures a Violent World Tinged With Beauty, Julian Lucas-NYT

(on Hurricane Season by Fernanda Melchor)

Our Doppelgängers, Ourselves, Alan Glynn-Lit Hub

Cannibal Manifesto, Oswald De Andrade

Strange Fruit: the first great protest song, Dorian Lynskey-The Guardian

poetry

The Denial of Death, Louise Glück

Funeral Blues, W.H Auden

A Quiet Poem, Frank O'Hara

Giving Up Smoking, Wendy Cope

I Walked Past a House Where I Lived Once, Yehuda Amichai

Last Curtain, Rabindranath Tagore

Perhaps the World Ends Here, Joy Harjo

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!

Character quirks based off people I know II

- obsessed with making films even as a kid 

- has a weird red stain on her jumper that doesn’t seem to ever go away 

- has lost her viola about three times in a year  

- buys things to impress people (eg. fountain pen, notebook) 

- used to experience slight auditory hallucinations 

- wrote poems about raspberries being metaphors 

- suffers from burnout a lot 

- ‘my cutoff date is 28. I either die committing art theft or assassination or I don’t die at all.’ 

- despises the word soliloquy 

- continuously says the word soliloquy 

- has an (almost finished) KYD wall 

- constantly working on something 

-  brings board games to whatever house she goes to

- incredibly happy when gifted world maps 

- someone once called her dumb and now her life goal is to become better than them in every aspect 

- has leverage on anyone about everything 

- constantly treats everything as a (subtle) competition 

- *draws six lines on leg* “look I’m a guitar”

- constantly comes up with strange pick up lines 

- wants to ‘pull a Henry’ every time she slightly fails at something 

- has a specific due date for crying and it’s a friend’s birthday 

- named all the statues they could find in a small town 

- wore a plague doctor mask to a party 

- has a real knack for wrapping presents 

- her gift for her Valentine was a cheesy heart necklace and a poem based on TSH quotes

- still wanted to be in the rain, so put coats over each other and huddled together 

- her entire personality is ‘JAMES IS ALIVE.’ 

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

One of the funniest (and unmentioned on tumblr) interactions in TSH is when Richard bumps into Dr Roland who talks about his imaginary car

‘I was uncertain if this referred to Bud or to a literal blue jay or if, perhaps, we were heading into the territory of senile dementia’

‘touching‘ shot by vassilis karidis for fantastic man, issue 30