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Quote 21 Aug 1 note
It’s very important to hate in poems otherwise you end up stabbing people in the street.
— Robbie Q, Telfer
Photo 21 Aug 109 notes deadlycamille:

From the zine “Excuse Me, Can You Please Pass the Privilege?”

Art and activism belong together.

deadlycamille:

From the zine “Excuse Me, Can You Please Pass the Privilege?

Art and activism belong together.

Quote 20 Aug 6 notes
All the water in all the oceans cannot sink a ship unless it gets inside. Nor can all the trouble in the world harm us unless it gets within us.
Video 20 Aug 2 notes

"I have never solved a Rubix cube. I cannot recognize the appropriate moment to give up."
-Sabrina Benaim of the Toronto Poetry Slam

Text 19 Aug 3 notes Writing Prompt #35: For Those who Miss Home and Those who Don’t Know Where it Is

I haven’t given you very many writing prompts this summer. I was in Costa Rica and California and stuff. So on that note, here’s a prompt for all the travelers and movers.

1. Make a list of all the places you have lived.
2. Next to each place, write a body part you left in that place. You can go concrete or abstract:  your fingernails, ears, appendix, driver’s license, placenta, chicken pox, kneecaps, innocence (ugh, the cliche!).
3. Two options here: make a list poem of all your missing body parts. Or, focus on just one of these: “my third eye fell off in New Hampshire, rolled all the way to Vermont, and now a piece of me lives somewhere I have never been, never wanted to go, may never get around to going back to collect.”
4. Now go, write!

Quote 18 Aug 665 notes

alternate names for black boys
by Danez Smith


1. smoke above the burning bush
2. archnemesis of summer night
3. first son of soil
4. coal awaiting spark & wind
5. guilty until proven dead
6. oil heavy starlight
7. monster until proven ghost
8. gone
9. phoenix who forgets to un-ash
10. going, going, gone
11. gods of shovels & black veils
12. what once passed for kindling
13. fireworks at dawn
14. brilliant, shadow hued coral
15. (I thought to leave this blank
but who am I to name us nothing?)
16. prayer who learned to bite & sprint
17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath

— 

As the world watched the tumultuous events in Ferguson, Mo., over the last week, a new hashtag was born: #IfTheyGunnedMeDown. The meme was photographic: what images would the media use if I died? But the question, at its heart, was one of naming.

Kid or criminal? Victim or threat? Brother, son, friend — or thug? One of us, or other?

Danez Smith grapples with the power of naming, and the powerlessness of being named, in this poem. Poetry Magazine tweeted it out earlier today, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

— Camila

(via nprbooks)

What else to say?

Quote 18 Aug 873 notes
We have art in order not to die of the truth.
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)
Text 14 Aug 1 note "Old Mother Twitchett has but One Eye," by Jessy Randall
Old Mother Twitchett has but one eye because she is a needle, and needles must be women, they poke you, and hurt you, and take care of your clothes, and it’s difficult to find them in crowds, they blend in, invisible, their paths through the woods are nearly grown over.
-published in The Bakery
Quote 12 Aug 11 notes
When you don’t eat very often
your stomach shrinks and you get full quickly.
It’s the same way with your heart.
— Duncan Shields, Vancouver Poetry Slam
Photo 12 Aug 1 note Team Mental Graffiti representing at NPS. This is our group piece.

Team Mental Graffiti representing at NPS. This is our group piece.


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