There’s no difference between pictures of rural America and the ones we all laugh at of rural Russia and we need to face that truth in order to humanize each other
The Midwest is terrifying
As someone who lives in Texas, this is not Midwest exclusive, this is just the entire South.
Hey can we not equate the obscene amount of guns in use with, like, gross food
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yall can make fun of slam poems all you want but I’ve never felt more powerful than listening to women yell about their trauma to strangers
a lot of the difference between people who like slam poetry and people who hate slam poetry is comprised of whether you’ve heard slam poetry used constructively as a platform for the voices of the oppressed and those who would otherwise not have ways to express their emotions, or, alternatively, just heard it used by boring untalented white dudes who want a license to complain about how Smartphones Are Literally The Devil
^An excellent fucking take right here
Chicago recently had a big-ass scandal in the Slam Poetry community over the (predictably, white, middle-aged) guy who basically ran the Slam in Chicago for decades, delivering a poem complaining about how often people were using slam poetry to talk about their trauma. Thus validating @spice-ghouls‘ excellent point.
It went down like a lead balloon but it led to some pretty great poetry about poetry from those objecting.
I feel @worn-whorehouse-stairs might have a lot of things to say on this topic.
That happened at the college age national and it was beautiful because it was kids just being like NOPE. At the regular nationals there was also a lot to do with many people of marginalized identities, mainly women of color, who work those events not getting paid for their time and effort over the last several years and then that poem acted as a catalyst for those people and their supporters to basically say screw that. Because said entitled white poets wouldn’t HAVE a platform without other people devoting time and money so we can all share our experiences. And the difficulty is a mediocre slam poem by a white cis dude ABOUT an issue is going to reach infinitely more people than a poem by someone of that same lived experience talking about their lives. Like if any more of my non poet friends link me to Neil Hilborn’s “OCD” like HaVE U sEEn THiSSS I’m going to lose my whole mind.
There is a weird undercurrent young, newer slammers feeling like they have to retraumatize themselves because trauma scores well. They also don’t always know that writing about the trauma isn’t the same as dealing with it. But if you take it like a game and aren’t afraid to write about anything want to and are ready to speak about, it can be a stepping stone.
I love slam because you can learn a tremendous amount about different types of people and the art is transformative. But like anything else there’s cliques and politics and too many people who get involved think it’s the only way to have value as a poet. You have to really hold to your beliefs about your own art not to get caught up in how socially capitalist it can be.
you know what this is
@starlightmagika I’m love this, okay?
spilled pasta on my toes
call that feetuccine
three inches in my drawers
packin teeny weeny
I don’t know why people hate Hamilton so much this shit slaps
me, emptying the candy out of my backpack: grocery time
Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex?
Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!” Alas, I always can. And I’m sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.
Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.
I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.
I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure.
But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.
But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.
I love this
The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!
This needs to be on my blog.
People don’t give Lemony Snicket enough credit for A Series of Unfortunate Events… He straight up calls it how it is
happy halloween!! 🎃
Kurt Russell and stunt double Dick Warlock, left, on the set of Escape from New York.
DICK WARLOCK