gyzym: (Journals)
RIGHT SO.

Tonight I shut down gmail and tumblr and LJ and went to go to sleep and wrote a spoken word poem instead! Which is strange to me, you know, because normally poems come to me and then I think about speaking them later, but whatever, this one wasn't like that, it had internal rhymes in it and everything, what the hell. So I finished it and then I went ahead and recorded it, in an LJ voicepost because I have no actual idea how anything other than the word processing software on my computer works. Recorded version is below, text of the poem is under the cut, and you know I think I might actually go to an open mic night somewhere and perform this one, but that might just be 5 AM talking.

Peace out, cool cats, it's bedtime now.



the beauty culture. )
gyzym: (Bowl)
Okay, so, normally I write poems and I agonize over them for months and months and then I show one person and change 15 things and close the document again and go back to it a month later and, you know, rinse and repeat. THAT IS MY TYPICAL PROCESS. But sometimes, for whatever reason, a poem goes HEY HI HELLO WRITE ME NOW KTHNX and pours out of me in one go, and this evening that happened. And normally I would, er, sit on it for months and months, but it is INSPIRATION MEME WEEKEND and nothing would make me happier than everyone I know feeling inspired to write and post their original stuff, and, uh, I'd be kind of a hypocrite to go against that myself.

SO. Under the cut is a poem I wrote. It is, please be warned, about anxiety/anxiety attacks; if that is going to be triggery for you, by all means skip ahead.

my mother asks me to explain anxiety and i have no idea what to say )
gyzym: (Journals)
Okay, so, it has been (*checks*) four months and change since I put up the first Inspiration Meme, which you guys should go check out; that post contains 300+ comments full of gorgeous poetry and beautiful pictures and fantastic song lyrics. Of everything I have ever done in the entirety of my time posting shit on the internet, THAT WAS THE BEST THING; I go back to that post all the time and pour over everything that was contributed, and I sincerely hope I am not the only one. It was so much fucking fun, and I discovered so many new pieces and so much new work, and just, jesus. Happymaking for-fucking-ever.

And it occurred to me the other day that my flist has grown since then (hi, everyone!), and that those of you who were around in November (YOU HEARTY SOULS, HOW YOU HAVE TOLERATED ME FOR SO LONG I JUST DON'T KNOW) cannot possibly have exhausted your supplies of beautiful things. There is, after all, so much gorgeous work out there, so many brilliant original pieces, enough breathtaking excellence to go 'round the world a hundred times. And, that being the case, there is no reason I can't do a post like that again. And again. And again.

As such, allow me to introduce (with slightly tweaked description and rules, since I have learned some things from our first run):

THE INSPIRATION MEME, ROUND TWO.

Because everyone has moments where they want to be struck by something beautiful, no? So use these comments and use them well--post your favorite poems, your favorite prose passages, your favorite photographs, your favorite pieces of art, your favorite songs. Post those things that make you stop and catch your breath and stare, the things that bowl you over and build you up. And maybe someone else will see them and interpret them the same way, and maybe someone else will see them and interpret them a totally different way. And maybe something will strike you and you'll want to sketch or write or photograph or sing something of your own and leave it in these comments; maybe something will strike you and you'll want to sketch or write or photograph or sing something of your own and post it somewhere else. BOTH OF THESE THINGS ARE FINE. In fact, it is all fine: there are only three rules. They are under the cut. )

A note: I will probably not reply to every comment, because a) I have the attention span of a distracted gnat (maybe you've noticed) and b) I am hoping there will be more comments full of EPIC AWESOMENESS than I can possibly keep track of. If I do not reply to something, it does not mean that I did not like it, and it certainly does not mean that you should refrain from posting again. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS POSTING TOO MANY EXCELLENT THINGS. There is also no such thing as too much appreciation for said excellent things; feel free to tell people you enjoyed what they've offered up, and do not feel the need to ask my permission to link this to others/post here if you don't know me/post here after comments have trickled off. These posts (because I intend to do another one a few months from now, and then again, and then again) are about coming together and creating collections of amazing things; everyone is welcome, and no one should ever, ever stop.

ALL THIS BEAUTY, YOU GUYS. I AM SO EXCITED.


ETA: GUYS. THIS IS WHAT IS GOING ON WITH EMBEDDING YOUTUBE VIDS: in order to get them to work, you've gotta click "use old embed code" in the ticky box menu that comes up with the code box when you click "embed" on Youtube. THE CODE THAT IS PROVIDED BY DEFAULT WILL NOT WORK. I know it sucks ass, but that is what is going on if you post and nothing happens. Click "use old embed code" and all your problems will vanish :D
gyzym: (Journals)
Happy Saint Patrick's Day, folks! Hope you're all drinking green beer/dancing about completely sober/doing exactly what you feel like doing :D

Pupdate: she still hasn't come back, which, just, augh, trying not to think about it. Per [livejournal.com profile] we_reflamingos's excellent suggestion, I put a call in to the Humane Society to see if they sent someone out to pick her up after all, am waiting to hear back, so we'll see. I'll keep you guys posted, and thanks again for all the help ♥

In other news, here, apropos of exactly nothing, is the poem I am currently working on! Thoughts--what, if anything, worked for you, what didn't--are, as always, appreciated, as this is only in its first or second iteration and will probably be edited 65 times before I actually do anything with it. And, on this topic, because I've gotten this question before: I don't care if you know anything about poetry or not, I'm not asking for, you know, literary theory or anything (though I would, of course, welcome it). Poems, both in terms of reading them and writing them, are about emotional response for me; as far as I'm concerned, if you have ever had an emotion, you are more that qualified to opine on any poem you come across :D

held at ballpoint
swept from my slippery fingers the letters
i could have written you
were sent anyway; the blank pages probably
don't make much sense, smell sticky,
like motor oil and honey,
like small seeking hands.

sorry. if i'd had less shame, more courage, i'd've said
everything, all the words i kept
tucked up amongst the other things we don't touch;
shelves upon shelves of our failings,
bumping together, dripping ink
unnoticed into my hair.

your mailbox is full, now, with pages on pages of
nothing; take them as you will
an overture, perhaps, for years yet to come
a goodbye i never said, or maybe just
for what they are: lines
waiting, hungry, to be filled.
gyzym: (Journals)
Okay, so today I got drunk in the middle of the afternoon with the rest of my office. Then, in order to overcome my "But it's not bedtime yet gdi gdi" mini-hangover, I drank too much caffeine, became wired, spent too much time googling, and FINALLY found a poem that a professor read aloud in a workshop I took three years ago. I didn't write down the name or author of it at the time, and I have thought about it without being able to remember enough to find it since. I am, seriously, fucking ecstatic--THREE YEARS I HAVE SEARCHED, AND NOW IT IS MINE AGAIN.

I thought I'd share it, so I never lose it again you guys can see it, because it is gorgeous ♥

A Little Tooth
by Thomas Lux

Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all

over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
gyzym: (Flowery neck)
RIGHT SO. This is a poem I have been working on for like, literally months and months (I posted an early draft of it back in April? May? I don't know, I'd check but that would involve actual effort and I AM OPPOSED). Basically it's... a poem about Cleveland and a Grateful Dead song? Or, more accurately, it's a poem I started drafting after someone I knew was ragging on Cleveland and the song "Shakedown Street" came on in my car, and that suddenly felt very relevant and oh, man. Suffice to say: there are currently SIXTEEN versions of this on my hard drive, but I'm actually relatively happy with this one. So I'm throwing it up here for you guys to look at, and maybe that'll mean that I stop pulling it out every few weeks and staring at it like a nutcase, y/y?

Probably not, but a girl can hope.

cleveland from the corner of 79th and shakedown street )
gyzym: (OMG TOM HARDY'S SMILE)
Okay so so so last night [livejournal.com profile] illian commented on that poetry post where EVERYONE IS BEING AWESOME AND POSTING FUCKING GORGEOUS POETRY, and he said (I am paraphrasing): it is like the kissing meme or the rimming or the fluff meme, but for poetry! And I thought, oh holy fuck, what a fabulous idea.

So, I am announcing: that post is now THE INSPIRATION MEME, because everyone has moments where they want to be struck by something beautiful. Go forth and post your favorite poems, your favorite photographs, your favorite pieces of art, your favorite songs. Post those things that make you stop and catch your breath and stare, the things that bowl you over and build you up. This is not so much about fandom--although should something strike you and push you into writing nutty little Siken-inspired ficlets, for example, or epic sagas or your own original poetry or anything, you may of course feel free to contribute it! Or not, if you'd rather--my point being, you can do this as a fandom thing and that is AWESOME, or you can do it as not-a-fandom thing and that is ALSO AWESOME.

And, yes, okay, this is totally a selfish thing to do, because GUYS, I WOKE UP THIS MORNING TO AN INBOX FULL OF HEARTWRENCHINGLY BEAUTIFUL POETRY AND I NEVER WANT IT TO END. But also, also, I am so so so so in favor of spreading the love and expanding the collective consciousness and bringing out the beauty--I was raised by hippies, okay--and I can't wait to see what speaks to everyone. I can't wait at all.

THE INSPIRATION MEME: SPREADING BEAUTIFUL THINGS SINCE LAST NIGHT AND HOPEFULLY UNTIL TOMORROW.

gyzym: (T.Hard w/ cig and skepticism)
two poems i enjoy under to start us out )

This post is henceforth known as:
THE INSPIRATION MEME

Because everyone has moments where they want to be struck by something beautiful, no? So use these comments and use them well--post your favorite poems, your favorite photographs, your favorite pieces of art, your favorite songs. Post those things that make you stop and catch your breath and stare, the things that bowl you over and build you up. And maybe someone else will see them and interpret them the same way, and maybe someone else will see them and interpret them a totally different way. And maybe you'll see something that strikes you and you'll want to sketch something, or write a fic or an original short or a poem of your own, and leave it in these comments; and maybe you'll see something that strikes you and you'll want to sketch something, or write a fic or an original short or poem of your own, and post it somewhere else. BOTH OF THESE THINGS ARE FINE. In fact, it is all fine: there are only three rules.

1) To the extent we can keep images that are actually on the page baaaaasically safe for work, that'd be awesome. I am personally of the opinion that those Tom Hardy dick shots are both beautiful and deeply inspirational, but someone who has come for the poetry and the pretty photos in the middle of their workday might, you know, not appreciate T.Hard's bait & tackle as much as it should be appreciated.

2) Whenever possible, offer attribution for the poems/songs/photographs/artwork you are posting/linking. It is the right thing to do, and makes it easier for those of us who keep quotebooks like giant hipster nerds like...quoting things...to quote them. If you do not know who to credit something to and/or it's credited to anonymous, simply note that :D

3) DRINK NOT OF THE HATERADE, FOR IT HAS A TASTE MOST FOUL AND ALSO I WILL BAN YOU. Everyone has different tastes, and perhaps you've always hated ee cummings and you think that anyone posting anything by him has TERRIBLE TERRIBLE TASTE. You and I would disagree on that topic, but it is okay for you to think that! It's not okay for you to comment STFU THIS IS STUPID CUMMINGS SUCKS YOU SUCK, because, you know, inspiration works differently for everyone, and nobody likes to be stomped upon. Okay? Okay.

ALL THIS BEAUTY, YOU GUYS. I AM SO EXCITED.
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The people have voted and whatnot and the first part of TA!Holmes: The Sequel (not the actual title) will go up tonight after I eat something. But first, uh. First a weird little not-quite-poem thing!

Cleveland from the Corner of 79th and Shakedown Street )
gyzym: (Glasses!)
So, first [livejournal.com profile] asimaiyat took William Carlos Williams and MADE HIS MOST FAMOUS POEM INTO A FABULOUS WHITE COLLAR FIC. And this filled me with such glee that I was forced to take an old classic, Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven, and, uh, twist it to my own dirty OT3 ways:

The Anklet
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I languished, weak and weary
'pon the bench of a cold prison cell I'd sought to leave before
There came the sound of papers, twisting through the air like rapiers,
Papers spelling out my freedom from these tick-marked walls of yore
"Shall I stay in here," I muttered, "left to rot just like before?"
Quoth Agent Peter: nevermore!

I stepped into sunlight blinding, already full of plots unwinding
ways to shake my obligation and turn to crime forevermore,
But old Peter, he was clever, he knew without some leash I'd never
shake my compulsion, aye, my tether to the thieving I adore
Thus he bound me, so whenever I 'ere too far beyond my door
Quote the anklet: nevermore!

To the sharp rule-bending chase to each as yet unsolved case
I turned to quench my boredom, and found it to be a cure
And it came to my attention (perhaps it does not bear to mention)
That my own captor's body I had now come to adore
And I wanted just to touch it, that rough body I adore
Only this, and nothing more.

But my fantasy was seasoned when at last I turned to reason;
He was married, curse the fates, to a love that came before.
And so I kept the safest distance, tried to play up my resistance
So I would not succumb to behavior of which he would deplore,
Yes, behavior of which even my OWN heart would deplore
(And it's made bad calls before)

Still--alas!--he came to trust me and one night on a case he brushed me
and I felt his warm erection tap upon my own back door
"Peter," said I, "can you?" and he looked at me, a man who
needed his wife's permission before we tried for something more
"Elizabeth," said Peter, "may we try for something more?"
Quote Elizabeth: for sure!

Now as I ponder, faintly mooning, pressed between my lovers spooning,
The tracker they removed today from upon my ankle sore
I remember faintly thinking that on the day that it stopped blinking
I'd run off to Tahiti, resume my crimes of long before
But leave this family that I've gathered, these people I adore?
Leave them for a life of thievery I surely would abhor?
Quote Neal Caffrey: nevermore.

---

NOW...

EVERYONE BLASPHEME A FAMOUS POEM IN THE COMMENTS. GO GO GO GO!

(Alternately: COMMENT WITH FAMOUS POEMS YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE BLASPHEMED. THIS IS A MEME I CAN GET BEHIND, YO.)
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Dear Everybody:

OMG I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T RESPONDED TO HALF OF YOUR COMMENTS. It is not because I do not LOVE AND APPRECIATE them and it is not because I don't, seriously, LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU. It has just been kind of a roller-coaster of a week, what with the breakup and starting my new job (did I mention that I have a big girl job? Because...because I have a big girl job. TODAY I WROTE A PRESS RELEASE THAT IS GOING TO BE SENT TO NEWSPAPERS BFSKDGDJSKDJSKLDLS JOY! OKAY SHUTTING UP ABOUT IT NOW). Also, [livejournal.com profile] augustbird and I are working on something that I AM SO THRILLED ABOUT I CANNOT EVEN SPEAK OF IT. But oh, man, is it going to be fun.

That being said, I plan to respond to all the comments this weekend because seriously, you guys, I can't even tell you how much I love you all. This whole thing would have been unbearable without you and, just. So much awesome.

I am also working on all of the prompts you guys so generously offered! And, uh, here, as an apology for the comment!fail, have some cookies and also a poem.

Some more of girl!Neal. Title-less and eating my brain, still. )

Set-up for some bottom!Peter library sex. )

And, a poem. )
gyzym: (Glasses!)
I FAIL AT FINISHING FICS THIS WEEK. But I promise you guys something will be up soon :D

In the meantime, I am taking the "post a poem" business to mean "post a poetry spam!" Three brilliant pieces and a couple of my attempts under the cut--that last largely because I feel guilty for posting next to nothing of my own this week.

Oh, look, poems. )

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