Shel silverstein lyric poem
21 m looking for genuine friendships
2024.05.18 23:54 akumasebu 21 m looking for genuine friendships
im ramos , and interested to chat with new people or make new friends . im a tranquil , quiet , and awkward person .. but ill always be 100% genuine about being me and to others . my interests are meditation , reading (books , mangas , and poems ! ) , listening to music ( i mostly listen to instrumentals and pluggnb beats but my playlist is really diverse when i wanna listen to songs with lyrics in them ) , going to parks and enjoying nature , and taking breaks off my phone :,) . ive been braindead for a bit with nothing much going through my head but ill offer my time and bring what i have to offer to the conversations :”D . to be honest , i hate messaging on reddit just because my reddit is so glitched and wont load at all , so i do prefer imessage ( numbers ) , and i do also have whatsapp and discord for communication as well if giving numbers is too uncomfortable . if not then ill try my best with this app haha .
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2024.05.18 23:51 akumasebu 21 m looking for genuine friendships !
im ramos , and interested to chat with new people or make new friends . im a tranquil , quiet , and awkward person .. but ill always be 100% genuine about being me and to others . my interests are meditation , reading (books , mangas , and poems ! ) , listening to music ( i mostly listen to instrumentals and pluggnb beats but my playlist is really diverse when i wanna listen to songs with lyrics in them ) , going to parks and enjoying nature , and taking breaks off my phone :,) . ive been braindead for a bit with nothing much going through my head but ill offer my time and bring what i have to offer to the conversations :”D . to be honest , i hate messaging on reddit just because my reddit is so glitched and wont load at all , so i do prefer imessage ( numbers ) , and i do also have whatsapp and discord for communication as well if giving numbers is too uncomfortable . if not then ill try my best with this app haha .
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2024.05.18 21:54 FAT_NEEK_42069 just letting people know that genius has great annotations for each poem it's not just for song lyrics
cannot recommend it enough
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2024.05.18 18:48 findmewithabook Those “first drafts” are fake
This will be rambling as I’m typing this quickly on mobile without thinking it through, so patience please.
What the title says. As a writer I was curious what these voice memos sounded like— especially as my cousin who is a huge Swifty has told me my iPhone notes app to finished product pipeline is apparently very similar to Taylor’s process, according to her.
I was only able to find the “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me!” voice memo and… it’s literally the complete finished song? Not a first draft at all. I don’t think any of the lyrics changed, the composition was all the same, just un-produced… it’s the finished, most polished version of the song that can possibly exist without the production., in fact.
And it’s bullshit. A complete and utter fabrication. A masterpiece she put hours into and then told the world it was simply a “doodle”.
The creative process isn’t easy— and sure, the more you write, the quicker and better your editing becomes. You edit while you write, even , once you’re worth your salt as a professional. Still, as a published and paid writer (poetry, opinion pieces, marketing material, white pages, short fiction, website copy, songs… you name it, I’ve been paid to write it at some point, even if on a small scale), my Notes app doesn’t have a single finished product in it. Even poems that were written entirely in Notes change a little when transcribed to a Word document— the page changes, and so the distribution of lines and appearance on the page does as well. It sounds stupid and fickle, but it’s the truth. But Taylor’s poetry? Perfection, apparently, instantly in her notes as if she’s only capable of finished products.
Or, as many have theorized— she didn’t edit this album at all.
I don’t know what I expected; I knew artistic integrity was likely a very lofty goal for her, but I decided to check because maybe, in the pursuit of the “tortured artist” label, she would release a real first draft— something messier, more raw, with lines that changed later. Something that revealed the artistry step she took to make the final record. Alas, she could never stomach the shame of artistic misunderstanding that might result. It’s why her metaphors are… well, hardly metaphoric, to be generous.
This is why you don’t release drafts. They aren’t supposed to be pretty or make sense. They’re supposed be redlined and crowded out in the margins by frantic notes and ideas, a testament to the artistic vision overtaken by the polished thing that emerges only at the very end, lifting itself out of the scramble of scratched out words once all the hard work of editing, of murdering darlings, has been done. I love all of my drafts, and I keep the marked up and co-edited versions for times when my creativity lacks. I can go to those pieces and see, on paper, the ways they changed for the better— I can access my process even in times it’s lacking. I am inspired by my own past messiness, the weak lines and word choices because a long time ago I internalized the humility needed to make truly great art.
I don’t know what I expected— I was genuinely shocked that her fans care about these fake “first drafts”. These glorified, lazy acoustic versions of her apparently always-perfect, never changing art.
She wouldn’t last a day in the workshop where they raised me, that’s for sure.
Can anybody confirm if this is how all of the notes drafts are?
Edit: Also, another thought. I think this really bothers me because the artistic process is what artists are taught to be afraid of— it’s where we’re the most judged, made to feel the most ashamed of our pursuits. Non-artists read drafts or look at unfinished canvases and judge, often vocally, the unfinished work without any consideration of how tumultuous a process that can be in pursuit of an unrealized, unknown end goal. So how is the biggest “artist” in the world making a falsehood of the most precious of parts of artistic pursuit without so much as a thought?
Other artists learn to grow protective of this process because of its fragility, its rawness, its necessity. She just chose to abandon the rest of us to the wolves and lie about what that actually looks like, and its feels like a sacrificial betrayal for me.
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What the title says. As a writer I was curious what these voice memos sounded like— especially as my cousin who is a huge Swifty has told me my iPhone notes app to finished product pipeline is apparently very similar to Taylor’s process, according to her.
I was only able to find the “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me!” voice memo and… it’s literally the complete finished song? Not a first draft at all. I don’t think any of the lyrics changed, the composition was all the same, just un-produced… it’s the finished, most polished version of the song that can possibly exist without the production., in fact.
And it’s bullshit. A complete and utter fabrication. A masterpiece she put hours into and then told the world it was simply a “doodle”.
The creative process isn’t easy— and sure, the more you write, the quicker and better your editing becomes. You edit while you write, even , once you’re worth your salt as a professional. Still, as a published and paid writer (poetry, opinion pieces, marketing material, white pages, short fiction, website copy, songs… you name it, I’ve been paid to write it at some point, even if on a small scale), my Notes app doesn’t have a single finished product in it. Even poems that were written entirely in Notes change a little when transcribed to a Word document— the page changes, and so the distribution of lines and appearance on the page does as well. It sounds stupid and fickle, but it’s the truth. But Taylor’s poetry? Perfection, apparently, instantly in her notes as if she’s only capable of finished products.
Or, as many have theorized— she didn’t edit this album at all.
I don’t know what I expected; I knew artistic integrity was likely a very lofty goal for her, but I decided to check because maybe, in the pursuit of the “tortured artist” label, she would release a real first draft— something messier, more raw, with lines that changed later. Something that revealed the artistry step she took to make the final record. Alas, she could never stomach the shame of artistic misunderstanding that might result. It’s why her metaphors are… well, hardly metaphoric, to be generous.
This is why you don’t release drafts. They aren’t supposed to be pretty or make sense. They’re supposed be redlined and crowded out in the margins by frantic notes and ideas, a testament to the artistic vision overtaken by the polished thing that emerges only at the very end, lifting itself out of the scramble of scratched out words once all the hard work of editing, of murdering darlings, has been done. I love all of my drafts, and I keep the marked up and co-edited versions for times when my creativity lacks. I can go to those pieces and see, on paper, the ways they changed for the better— I can access my process even in times it’s lacking. I am inspired by my own past messiness, the weak lines and word choices because a long time ago I internalized the humility needed to make truly great art.
I don’t know what I expected— I was genuinely shocked that her fans care about these fake “first drafts”. These glorified, lazy acoustic versions of her apparently always-perfect, never changing art.
She wouldn’t last a day in the workshop where they raised me, that’s for sure.
Can anybody confirm if this is how all of the notes drafts are?
Edit: Also, another thought. I think this really bothers me because the artistic process is what artists are taught to be afraid of— it’s where we’re the most judged, made to feel the most ashamed of our pursuits. Non-artists read drafts or look at unfinished canvases and judge, often vocally, the unfinished work without any consideration of how tumultuous a process that can be in pursuit of an unrealized, unknown end goal. So how is the biggest “artist” in the world making a falsehood of the most precious of parts of artistic pursuit without so much as a thought?
Other artists learn to grow protective of this process because of its fragility, its rawness, its necessity. She just chose to abandon the rest of us to the wolves and lie about what that actually looks like, and its feels like a sacrificial betrayal for me.
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2024.05.18 14:58 Nice_Reflection7691 Surface Tension Poem/Lyrics
Hook
Work ain’t really work, without the shoving and the heaving
Food ain’t really food without the loving and the seasoning
And its sure as hell ain’t life without that one thing to believe in (you, you, you)
Work ain’t really work, without the shoving and the heaving
Night ain’t really night without the day the dusk the evening
And its sure as hell ain’t life without that one thing to believe in (you, you, you)
Verse 1
I seldom stick around, scared some real feelings might surface
Issues rear their head, before they bubble to the surface
The waters never sleep, although its calm up on the surface
But feelings come and go, I'm never still, just like the surf-is
Still Shores, Here once more
I used to feel that life was just a four score chore
But now I'm tryna be here at least four score more
(I'm here for four score more)
(I'm here for four score more)
Scars showing, world starts slowing
I tease a little wheeze, cos of these trees that we been blowing.
That's when time begins to freeze, and then your aura gets to glowing.
It may all change in time, But its really nice that I've been knowing you
(It's really nice to still be knowing you)
Verse 2
Pulse quickens, Plot thickens, Charles Dickens
Do I stay in tow or burn it down like wiccans
Is it even my decision? cutting ties takes close precision
Chase them rabbits, it’s a habit, could you change, boy do you have it?
Living fast but dying slow, you got a chance so why not grab it?—
Claim you never met a challenge you thought you couldn't scale
Yet when its in your lap, you taking flight or setting sail
I beg you stop it please, don't indulge no fantasies
Don't play with father time, that man will bring you to your knees
Better face your fears before you cry those silent tears
Choked by restless currents, I find solace in her gaze,
She my beacon in the darkness, she my guidance through the haze
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Work ain’t really work, without the shoving and the heaving
Food ain’t really food without the loving and the seasoning
And its sure as hell ain’t life without that one thing to believe in (you, you, you)
Work ain’t really work, without the shoving and the heaving
Night ain’t really night without the day the dusk the evening
And its sure as hell ain’t life without that one thing to believe in (you, you, you)
Verse 1
I seldom stick around, scared some real feelings might surface
Issues rear their head, before they bubble to the surface
The waters never sleep, although its calm up on the surface
But feelings come and go, I'm never still, just like the surf-is
Still Shores, Here once more
I used to feel that life was just a four score chore
But now I'm tryna be here at least four score more
(I'm here for four score more)
(I'm here for four score more)
Scars showing, world starts slowing
I tease a little wheeze, cos of these trees that we been blowing.
That's when time begins to freeze, and then your aura gets to glowing.
It may all change in time, But its really nice that I've been knowing you
(It's really nice to still be knowing you)
Verse 2
Pulse quickens, Plot thickens, Charles Dickens
Do I stay in tow or burn it down like wiccans
Is it even my decision? cutting ties takes close precision
Chase them rabbits, it’s a habit, could you change, boy do you have it?
Living fast but dying slow, you got a chance so why not grab it?—
Claim you never met a challenge you thought you couldn't scale
Yet when its in your lap, you taking flight or setting sail
I beg you stop it please, don't indulge no fantasies
Don't play with father time, that man will bring you to your knees
Better face your fears before you cry those silent tears
Choked by restless currents, I find solace in her gaze,
She my beacon in the darkness, she my guidance through the haze
2024.05.18 14:16 adulting4kids Songwriter Inspiration
- Nature Walk and Observation:
- Encourage songwriters to take a walk in nature, observe surroundings, and draw inspiration from the environment.
- Photograph Analysis:
- Provide a set of diverse photographs and ask songwriters to create lyrics based on the emotions or stories conveyed in the images.
- Emotion Mapping:
- Have songwriters create a map of different emotions and then write lyrics corresponding to each emotional zone.
- Word Association Game:
- Initiate a word association game where each participant contributes words, and then challenge them to turn those words into lyrics.
- Object Storytelling:
- Ask songwriters to pick an everyday object and craft a song that tells a story related to that object.
- Literary Exploration:
- Have songwriters read a short story, poem, or novel and use it as a springboard for creating song lyrics.
- Song Title Challenge:
- Provide a list of intriguing song titles and challenge songwriters to build a story or emotion around each title.
- Character Creation:
- Ask songwriters to invent a fictional character and write a song from that character's perspective or about their experiences.
- Current Events Reflection:
- Encourage songwriters to explore current events and write lyrics expressing their thoughts or reactions.
- Dream Journaling:
- Instruct songwriters to keep a dream journal and use elements from their dreams to inspire song lyrics.
- Collaborative Storytelling:
- Pair up songwriters to collaboratively create lyrics, merging different perspectives and styles.
- Random Sentence Generator:
- Use a random sentence generator to spark creativity and challenge songwriters to build a narrative around the generated sentence.
- Travel Diaries:
- Have songwriters write lyrics inspired by their travel experiences, capturing the essence of different places.
- Historical Exploration:
- Research a historical event and challenge songwriters to craft lyrics that transport listeners to that moment in time.
- Dialogue Exercise:
- Create a dialogue between two characters and challenge songwriters to turn the conversation into song lyrics.
- Mood Board Creation:
- Ask songwriters to create a mood board with images, colors, and textures that inspire a specific mood for their lyrics.
- Reverse Songwriting:
- Start with a chorus or a hook and challenge songwriters to build the rest of the lyrics around it.
- Genre Fusion:
- Encourage songwriters to explore different musical genres and write lyrics that blend elements from two or more genres.
- Song Cover Transformation:
- Pick a well-known song and challenge songwriters to transform the lyrics, creating a completely new story or perspective.
- Personal Artifact Exploration:
- Have songwriters bring in a personal artifact and write lyrics that delve into the emotions or memories associated with that item.
2024.05.18 14:11 adulting4kids Prompt Poetry
- Imagery: Prompt: Choose a setting (real or imaginary) and describe it using detailed sensory imagery. Imagine the sights, sounds, smells, and textures to create a vivid scene, just like a painter with words.
- Metaphor: Prompt: Compare a personal experience to an everyday object or phenomenon in an unexpected way. For example, "My heart is a compass that always points to the north of your laughter."
- Simile: Prompt: Write a series of similes to express intense emotions. For instance, "As brave as a lion facing the storm, as fragile as a petal in the wind."
- Rhyme: Prompt: Craft a short poem or lyrics with a consistent rhyme scheme. Experiment with different rhyme patterns (ABAB, AABB, etc.) to enhance the musicality of your writing.
- Meter: Prompt: Compose a poem with a specific meter, such as iambic pentameter. Pay attention to the syllabic beats in each line to create a rhythmic flow.
- Alliteration: Prompt: Create a tongue-twisting line using alliteration. Focus on the repetition of initial consonant sounds to add a playful or musical quality to your writing.
- Assonance: Prompt: Write a passage where the vowel sounds within words echo each other. Experiment with different vowel combinations to create a melodic effect.
- Personification: Prompt: Choose an inanimate object and personify it. Describe its actions, thoughts, and emotions as if it were a living being.
- Symbolism: Prompt: Select an object or element and explore its symbolic meaning. Connect it to broader themes or emotions in your writing.
- Enjambment: Prompt: Write a poem where the thoughts flow continuously from one line to the next without a pause. Explore how this technique can create a sense of movement or urgency.
- Repetition: Prompt: Repeat a word or phrase throughout a poem for emphasis. Consider how repetition can enhance the overall impact and meaning of your writing.
- Free Verse: Prompt: Embrace the freedom of expression by writing a poem without adhering to rhyme or meter. Allow your thoughts to flow organically, exploring the beauty of formless verse.
- Stanza: Prompt: Divide your writing into stanzas to create distinct sections with varying themes or tones. Explore how the organization of lines contributes to the overall structure of your work.
- Theme: Prompt: Choose a universal theme (love, loss, freedom, etc.) and explore it through your lyrics. Delve into the nuances and perspectives associated with the chosen theme.
- Tone: Prompt: Write a poem that conveys contrasting tones. Explore how shifts in tone can evoke different emotions and responses from the reader.
- Connotation: Prompt: Select a word with strong connotations and use it in a poem. Explore the emotional baggage and cultural associations tied to the word within the context of your writing.
- Irony: Prompt: Craft a poem with elements of irony. Create situations or lines that convey a meaning opposite to the literal interpretation, adding layers of complexity to your writing.
- Allusion: Prompt: Reference a well-known song, book, or historical event in your lyrics. Explore how the use of allusion can enrich the depth and meaning of your writing.
- Syntax: Prompt: Experiment with sentence structure to create different effects. Play with word order, sentence length, and punctuation to convey specific emotions or rhythms in your writing.
- Diction: Prompt: Choose a specific mood or atmosphere you want to convey and carefully select words that evoke that feeling. Pay attention to the impact of your word choices on the overall tone of your writing.
2024.05.18 12:24 OnlineBookClub Book of the Day, May 18th -- The Sound of the Broken Wand: The Poems by Tiki Black
 | https://preview.redd.it/3aeyafnuv51d1.jpg?width=332&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=be24630bcb391cbe5e28c2d1efbea4c4b89e4ebf submitted by OnlineBookClub to OnlineBookClub [link] [comments] Book of the Day, May 18th -- Drama and Poetry, Rated 5/5 stars Temporarily FREE on Kindle! Get your copy below: https://forums.onlinebookclub.org/shelves/book.php?id=658422 The Sound of the Broken Wand: The Poems by Tiki Black This book has earned a PERFECT 5-star rating from an Official Onlinebookclub.org Reviewer, and has eight 5-star ratings on Amazon! Award-winning singer and songwriter Tiki Black blends her multicultural assets to create intricate lyrics and memorable music. Tiki now bares her soul with her first book, a beautifully written collection of poems and a unique accompaniment to her sophomore album. "I was completely absorbed in every poem of this book, so much so that I could not put it down until I had finished it. The poems are full of emotions, and I felt every single one of them." ~ Amazon Reviewer #poetry #poems #emotional #freebooks #bookswithperfect5starratingsfromobc https://forums.onlinebookclub.org/shelves/book.php?id=658422 |
2024.05.18 09:45 Shittystreetpoet So any other Aesop fans creatives?
Like for myself, as my name suggests I like to write poems or maybe a couple lyrics here and there and I'll say in a lot of them you can definitely tell what Aesop song gave me some inspiration to write.
Anyone else write? Maybe you used to draw? I'm curious if Aes is a big inspiration in anyone else's creative process (and what you like to create!)
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Anyone else write? Maybe you used to draw? I'm curious if Aes is a big inspiration in anyone else's creative process (and what you like to create!)
2024.05.18 01:53 TariqRashadTM An Annoyingly Long But Hopefully Useful Post Pulled From My Messy Manic Mind...Just 4 U
"AN ANNOYINGLY LONG BUT HOPEFULLY USEFUL POETRY-ESQUE PIECE OF CHAOTIC REPRESENTATION OF MY MANIC MIND" originally typed on the facebook app
These are annoying thoughts, But I guess I have to think them sometimes. Do people even like me? Does it even matter When I am in love with me? I know I'm not perfect But even my flaws Look like genius sometimes When we really boil it down. Or maybe this is just the narcissist in me.
Why would I even care When I know who I am And trust in my essence? My condolences truly For the lost ones Who live each day For the approval of others.
I mean, sure. It's fun seeing the clicks. Engagements are like a dopamine rush. But you're worth so much more empty likes. But... Then again, don't let me shame you. We all like what we like. You're welcome to that And you are loved either way.
But don't you think it would be so much better If you knew at your core That love was yours to hold? Don't you think you could sleep better at night If you enjoyed that person in the mirror? And sure, maybe this is triggering for some, I can't really say much about that. I mean, I guess I could. But that isn't my business.
I'm just here in this moment To remind you that you can have a great life. You can genuinely love yourself Flaws and all. You can choose to be yourself in life And get the most out of it, too.
So many of us are taught That the best way to be Is a composed version of who we are. But guess what! You don't need that. You deserve to be loved as you are, Imperfections and everything else.
Either read these words and believe it, Or walk away with slight annoyance. I have no control over the way you absorb my light. But one thing I hope it does Is inspire you to shine your own. And there really is no right or wrong.
I mean, I won't advocate for actively harming others, But at our core We are meant to be lovers. And there's no 1 way to be with that concept. I know, this isn't really a poem But it might look like it's meant to be On the surface. But I never cared about surface-level. I mean, sure I *care* about it, But it's not my favorite cup of tea. I prefer the messy, manic, and unimaginably wild.
Maybe that's cause I have it in me somewhere, Maybe I'm more than proud now To embrace this chaos. Cause believe it or not, The parts we deny Are the ones that tend to fly And cause the most damage. So, if you really want control, Learn to let it go. Just be who you are. Some people won't love it, But most likely, Those are the ones misaligned with you. Accept it. Embrace it. Embrace yourself.
Or...at least try to. And sure, it probably will hurt at certain points. But I'm telling you Once you push through the pain And learn how to manage it The outcome is so much better than whatever else you've known.
But then again, This might not be for everyone, And I have to humbly accept that. I have no idea if I would even read all the way through Something so heavy like this whatever-you-wanna-call-it. Yeah, I can be a mess. But you gotta love it. I mean, *eye* have to love it. That's the first step to receiving love from anyone worth loving.
And I don't know. Maybe this is my self-critic coming out, But I know I'm young in the physical. I know I have a lot to learn. Socrates did some of the most important philosophical work, In my humble opinion. And one weird thing I've found Is that when you genuinely enjoy the journey It makes it easier to learn And easier to get what you want (Debatable whether or not this is the purpose; ask your local guru) (Maybe even ask me via email if you found this chaotic post inspirational)
Another thing I've learned, Which is so hard to conceptualize for some of us, But there are people that exist Simmering in so much self-hatred and bitterness That even a whiff of you and I Openly loving ourselves Is enough to make them want to break something or lash out.
Wild. I know. My condolences for those growing souls. I can only imagine the pain you feel on a daily basis. And so sorry (but not enough obvi cause I still posted) to you If I trigger your darkness. One thing I can guarantee Is that if you allow that to sit And instead of running, you ask genuine questions, You will find yourself in a much better mood than before. Ideally.
We all have different experiences, And who the fuck am I To tell you what would work for you? The beautiful audacity, Right? Ugh. Sometimes I do hate myself. Lately at least, I've been gently battling some aggressive inner thoughts. And sure, maybe I blamed it on not doing my affirmations as much. Maybe I blamed it on jealous haterade energy. It doesn't matter. I experienced it and I had to deal with it.
However you deal with your demons is up to you. And I can only wish that you start to see the importance Of being gentle with yourself. Be kind to yourself. Cause it is an unfortunate truth of this earth realm But the only person you can truly depend on in every moment Is yourself. Even if other people intervene and help, You still need to accept that help. I mean, you could be strapped down and forced guidance. But how often do people learn from forced "help"? I don't know the answer to that; I doubt anyone's ever done a poll on this particular question. But it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. Except... Whatever we choose to matter, obviously. And then, of course This beautiful present moment is what matters.
And wow. If you're still reading at this point, A part of my ego does want to thank you immensely, Cause it feels good to know my works aren't being created in vain. Or maybe you're reading this And you think I'm insane. I would be lying if I said I didn't care a tiny bit. But I don't care enough to make too much of a difference. Cause this was a piece of prose Straight from the subconscious dome.
Maybe I'll do these more often. Maybe I'll lose interest in the concept cause a lack of likes And you'll only see this on Patreon (shameless self promo was added to the original) Whatever. It doesn't really matter, Cause you're here with me (technically) in this moment, And that's such a magical thing.
I know, This post was a rollercoaster, And I would be lying if I told you I wasn't impressed with my chaotic mind. Cause I am. A part of my ego hates that I don't get thousands of engagements yet. But we all know it'll happen eventually (Though my soul knows that this isn't the end goal and I'm thankful to not focus on such frivolous endeavors anymore) Whenever the time is right. Whenever the energy is ultimately in alignment.
Or if, Cause life is a big "what if" sometimes. And we have to accept it. I mean, we don't really *need* to do anything we don't want to, But it helps to embrace the possibilities. To lean into the terrifying notion That maybe we are working in vain. AHHHHHH no god (That's me internally screaming for comedic effect) Maybe our efforts are silly and going to be unnoticed forever.
But then you recognize that the internet is vast And there's no way That nobody is affected by a long-ass chaotic post such as this. It's a possibility, But for my ego's sake, I have to believe otherwise. I have to believe that there's someone out there Reading these words and gaining something from them.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just manic And expressing whatever filtered thoughts sound slightly poetic. Maybe I'm not even real. Maybe you're not real. But wait, let's not go that deep Cause I lost my most recent book on the matter (True Happiness: The Teachings of Ramana Maharshi) And it actually was a slight disappointment. I had planned so lovingly To read and annotate that bich. But alas, Hater ass jealous energy made me leave it where it shouldn't have been.
Anyways. Let's not go that deep, Cause I know I'm way too real Even when I'm putting on a show To ever doubt my existence. But sure, Big philosophy says That nothing is real The universe is infinite But at the same time just you and I Dancing in a simulation together (there's a Lorde lyric that says this beautifully fr) Or however we want to think about it.
But let's be careful. I don't want you to think about it too deeply; You just might break the system And we'll have to start all over again. But then maybe next time You'll be a dolphin, Or a cat. I recently joked about being a cat. I would hope sincerely that I could learn how to communicate as a kitty, though. Cause I do imagine that the language barrier can be frustrating.
Hell! The language barrier between myself and "other" humans can be a pain. Anyways. I think I've made this a little longer than it needed to be, So let me thank you for being with me And you get an energetic cookie (maybe an internet 1, too? Idk how those work fr) For sharing your attention energy with me. You are very much appreciated And I hope you have a nice rest of your day/night. But obviously only if you want to.
You can choose to have a terrible experience, Believe it or not (a lot of people don't want to believe it unfortunately). And I hope you choose the ultimate timeline for your soul's growth. Unless, this ain't what your soul desires. Maybe you're just meant to have a good time. Maybe you're meant to fuck up other peoples' day So they can learn how to transmute and ignore undesirable energy. I don't know. My mind is just doing the best job right now And I hope you are treating your beautifully twisted mind With care, love, and respect. I mean, please don't treat your mind with a hammer (intrusive thoughts are intrusive and not to be trusted 99% of the time). Please Sincerely Take care of yourself today. Or tonight.
It doesn't matter what timezone you're in. Just enjoy the moment And check out the link that I provided however many paragraphs ago, Cause a boy's gotta eat And not going viral is such a meanie at this point. I have been creating content far too long to go unnoticed still. So, if you give a damn about what I've typed in long post Or you claim to care about me as a person, Share this silly post And bring whatever feeling you felt to another person.
Or don't. Continue scrolling by and get 8 years bad luck if you choose (maybe I'm kidding hehe). The weirdly beautiful thing (also terrifying at times) about life is that we each make our own choices every moment. You got to choose between what you ate this morning, Or if you even consumed anything. Sure, there are those in terrible life circumstances who couldn't even eat breakfast. We pray for them They are in our (or my own, you selfish bastard (jk)) thoughts.
Anyways. I said I would close this out And I find myself still typing. This is how manic I am lately. I should have taken a nap earlier when I wanted. But then this masterpiece of a mess wouldn't exist. And that would be boring, Right?
Okay. Truly. Sincerely. I'm done.
Have a great rest of your day/night. Peace & Joy (if you want it) Tariq Rashad G
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These are annoying thoughts, But I guess I have to think them sometimes. Do people even like me? Does it even matter When I am in love with me? I know I'm not perfect But even my flaws Look like genius sometimes When we really boil it down. Or maybe this is just the narcissist in me.
Why would I even care When I know who I am And trust in my essence? My condolences truly For the lost ones Who live each day For the approval of others.
I mean, sure. It's fun seeing the clicks. Engagements are like a dopamine rush. But you're worth so much more empty likes. But... Then again, don't let me shame you. We all like what we like. You're welcome to that And you are loved either way.
But don't you think it would be so much better If you knew at your core That love was yours to hold? Don't you think you could sleep better at night If you enjoyed that person in the mirror? And sure, maybe this is triggering for some, I can't really say much about that. I mean, I guess I could. But that isn't my business.
I'm just here in this moment To remind you that you can have a great life. You can genuinely love yourself Flaws and all. You can choose to be yourself in life And get the most out of it, too.
So many of us are taught That the best way to be Is a composed version of who we are. But guess what! You don't need that. You deserve to be loved as you are, Imperfections and everything else.
Either read these words and believe it, Or walk away with slight annoyance. I have no control over the way you absorb my light. But one thing I hope it does Is inspire you to shine your own. And there really is no right or wrong.
I mean, I won't advocate for actively harming others, But at our core We are meant to be lovers. And there's no 1 way to be with that concept. I know, this isn't really a poem But it might look like it's meant to be On the surface. But I never cared about surface-level. I mean, sure I *care* about it, But it's not my favorite cup of tea. I prefer the messy, manic, and unimaginably wild.
Maybe that's cause I have it in me somewhere, Maybe I'm more than proud now To embrace this chaos. Cause believe it or not, The parts we deny Are the ones that tend to fly And cause the most damage. So, if you really want control, Learn to let it go. Just be who you are. Some people won't love it, But most likely, Those are the ones misaligned with you. Accept it. Embrace it. Embrace yourself.
Or...at least try to. And sure, it probably will hurt at certain points. But I'm telling you Once you push through the pain And learn how to manage it The outcome is so much better than whatever else you've known.
But then again, This might not be for everyone, And I have to humbly accept that. I have no idea if I would even read all the way through Something so heavy like this whatever-you-wanna-call-it. Yeah, I can be a mess. But you gotta love it. I mean, *eye* have to love it. That's the first step to receiving love from anyone worth loving.
And I don't know. Maybe this is my self-critic coming out, But I know I'm young in the physical. I know I have a lot to learn. Socrates did some of the most important philosophical work, In my humble opinion. And one weird thing I've found Is that when you genuinely enjoy the journey It makes it easier to learn And easier to get what you want (Debatable whether or not this is the purpose; ask your local guru) (Maybe even ask me via email if you found this chaotic post inspirational)
Another thing I've learned, Which is so hard to conceptualize for some of us, But there are people that exist Simmering in so much self-hatred and bitterness That even a whiff of you and I Openly loving ourselves Is enough to make them want to break something or lash out.
Wild. I know. My condolences for those growing souls. I can only imagine the pain you feel on a daily basis. And so sorry (but not enough obvi cause I still posted) to you If I trigger your darkness. One thing I can guarantee Is that if you allow that to sit And instead of running, you ask genuine questions, You will find yourself in a much better mood than before. Ideally.
We all have different experiences, And who the fuck am I To tell you what would work for you? The beautiful audacity, Right? Ugh. Sometimes I do hate myself. Lately at least, I've been gently battling some aggressive inner thoughts. And sure, maybe I blamed it on not doing my affirmations as much. Maybe I blamed it on jealous haterade energy. It doesn't matter. I experienced it and I had to deal with it.
However you deal with your demons is up to you. And I can only wish that you start to see the importance Of being gentle with yourself. Be kind to yourself. Cause it is an unfortunate truth of this earth realm But the only person you can truly depend on in every moment Is yourself. Even if other people intervene and help, You still need to accept that help. I mean, you could be strapped down and forced guidance. But how often do people learn from forced "help"? I don't know the answer to that; I doubt anyone's ever done a poll on this particular question. But it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. Except... Whatever we choose to matter, obviously. And then, of course This beautiful present moment is what matters.
And wow. If you're still reading at this point, A part of my ego does want to thank you immensely, Cause it feels good to know my works aren't being created in vain. Or maybe you're reading this And you think I'm insane. I would be lying if I said I didn't care a tiny bit. But I don't care enough to make too much of a difference. Cause this was a piece of prose Straight from the subconscious dome.
Maybe I'll do these more often. Maybe I'll lose interest in the concept cause a lack of likes And you'll only see this on Patreon (shameless self promo was added to the original) Whatever. It doesn't really matter, Cause you're here with me (technically) in this moment, And that's such a magical thing.
I know, This post was a rollercoaster, And I would be lying if I told you I wasn't impressed with my chaotic mind. Cause I am. A part of my ego hates that I don't get thousands of engagements yet. But we all know it'll happen eventually (Though my soul knows that this isn't the end goal and I'm thankful to not focus on such frivolous endeavors anymore) Whenever the time is right. Whenever the energy is ultimately in alignment.
Or if, Cause life is a big "what if" sometimes. And we have to accept it. I mean, we don't really *need* to do anything we don't want to, But it helps to embrace the possibilities. To lean into the terrifying notion That maybe we are working in vain. AHHHHHH no god (That's me internally screaming for comedic effect) Maybe our efforts are silly and going to be unnoticed forever.
But then you recognize that the internet is vast And there's no way That nobody is affected by a long-ass chaotic post such as this. It's a possibility, But for my ego's sake, I have to believe otherwise. I have to believe that there's someone out there Reading these words and gaining something from them.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just manic And expressing whatever filtered thoughts sound slightly poetic. Maybe I'm not even real. Maybe you're not real. But wait, let's not go that deep Cause I lost my most recent book on the matter (True Happiness: The Teachings of Ramana Maharshi) And it actually was a slight disappointment. I had planned so lovingly To read and annotate that bich. But alas, Hater ass jealous energy made me leave it where it shouldn't have been.
Anyways. Let's not go that deep, Cause I know I'm way too real Even when I'm putting on a show To ever doubt my existence. But sure, Big philosophy says That nothing is real The universe is infinite But at the same time just you and I Dancing in a simulation together (there's a Lorde lyric that says this beautifully fr) Or however we want to think about it.
But let's be careful. I don't want you to think about it too deeply; You just might break the system And we'll have to start all over again. But then maybe next time You'll be a dolphin, Or a cat. I recently joked about being a cat. I would hope sincerely that I could learn how to communicate as a kitty, though. Cause I do imagine that the language barrier can be frustrating.
Hell! The language barrier between myself and "other" humans can be a pain. Anyways. I think I've made this a little longer than it needed to be, So let me thank you for being with me And you get an energetic cookie (maybe an internet 1, too? Idk how those work fr) For sharing your attention energy with me. You are very much appreciated And I hope you have a nice rest of your day/night. But obviously only if you want to.
You can choose to have a terrible experience, Believe it or not (a lot of people don't want to believe it unfortunately). And I hope you choose the ultimate timeline for your soul's growth. Unless, this ain't what your soul desires. Maybe you're just meant to have a good time. Maybe you're meant to fuck up other peoples' day So they can learn how to transmute and ignore undesirable energy. I don't know. My mind is just doing the best job right now And I hope you are treating your beautifully twisted mind With care, love, and respect. I mean, please don't treat your mind with a hammer (intrusive thoughts are intrusive and not to be trusted 99% of the time). Please Sincerely Take care of yourself today. Or tonight.
It doesn't matter what timezone you're in. Just enjoy the moment And check out the link that I provided however many paragraphs ago, Cause a boy's gotta eat And not going viral is such a meanie at this point. I have been creating content far too long to go unnoticed still. So, if you give a damn about what I've typed in long post Or you claim to care about me as a person, Share this silly post And bring whatever feeling you felt to another person.
Or don't. Continue scrolling by and get 8 years bad luck if you choose (maybe I'm kidding hehe). The weirdly beautiful thing (also terrifying at times) about life is that we each make our own choices every moment. You got to choose between what you ate this morning, Or if you even consumed anything. Sure, there are those in terrible life circumstances who couldn't even eat breakfast. We pray for them They are in our (or my own, you selfish bastard (jk)) thoughts.
Anyways. I said I would close this out And I find myself still typing. This is how manic I am lately. I should have taken a nap earlier when I wanted. But then this masterpiece of a mess wouldn't exist. And that would be boring, Right?
Okay. Truly. Sincerely. I'm done.
Have a great rest of your day/night. Peace & Joy (if you want it) Tariq Rashad G
2024.05.18 01:52 TariqRashadTM An Annoyingly Long But Hopefully Useful Post Pulled From My Messy Manic Mind...Just 4 U <33
"AN ANNOYINGLY LONG BUT HOPEFULLY USEFUL POETRY-ESQUE PIECE OF CHAOTIC REPRESENTATION OF MY MANIC MIND" originally typed on the facebook app
These are annoying thoughts, But I guess I have to think them sometimes. Do people even like me? Does it even matter When I am in love with me? I know I'm not perfect But even my flaws Look like genius sometimes When we really boil it down. Or maybe this is just the narcissist in me.
Why would I even care When I know who I am And trust in my essence? My condolences truly For the lost ones Who live each day For the approval of others.
I mean, sure. It's fun seeing the clicks. Engagements are like a dopamine rush. But you're worth so much more than empty likes. But... Then again, don't let me shame you. We all like what we like. You're welcome to that And you are loved either way.
But don't you think it would be so much better If you knew at your core That love was yours to hold? Don't you think you could sleep better at night If you enjoyed that person in the mirror? And sure, maybe this is triggering for some, I can't really say much about that. I mean, I guess I could. But that isn't my business.
I'm just here in this moment To remind you that you can have a great life. You can genuinely love yourself Flaws and all. You can choose to be yourself in life And get the most out of it, too.
So many of us are taught That the best way to be Is a composed version of who we are. But guess what. You don't need that. You deserve to be loved as you are, Imperfections and everything else.
Either read these words and believe it, Or walk away with slight annoyance. I have no control over the way you absorb my light. But one thing I hope it does Is inspire you to shine your own. And there really is no right or wrong.
I mean, I won't advocate for actively harming others, But at our core We are meant to be lovers. And there's no 1 way to be with that concept.
I know, this isn't really a poem But it might look like it's meant to be On the surface. But I never cared about surface-level. I mean, sure I *care* about it, But it's not my favorite cup of tea. I prefer the messy, manic, and unimaginably wild.
Maybe that's cause I have it in me somewhere, Maybe I'm more than proud now To embrace this chaos. Cause believe it or not, The parts we deny Are the ones that tend to fly And cause the most damage. So, if you really want control, Learn to let it go. Just be who you are. Some people won't love it, But most likely, Those are the ones misaligned with you. Accept it. Embrace it. Embrace yourself.
Or...at least try to. And sure, it probably will hurt at certain points. But I'm telling you Once you push through the pain And learn how to manage it The outcome is so much better than whatever else you've known.
But then again, This might not be for everyone, And I have to humbly accept that. I have no idea if I would even read all the way through Something so heavy like this whatever-you-wanna-call-it. Yeah, I can be a mess. But you gotta love it. I mean, *eye* have to love it. That's the first step to receiving love from anyone worth loving.
And I don't know. Maybe this is my self-critic coming out, But I know I'm young in the physical. I know I have a lot to learn. Socrates did some of the most important philosophical work, In my humble opinion. And one weird thing I've found Is that when you genuinely enjoy the journey It makes it easier to learn And easier to get what you want (Debatable whether or not this is the purpose; ask your local guru) (Maybe even ask me via email if you found this chaotic post inspirational)
Another thing I've learned, Which is so hard to conceptualize for some of us, But there are people that exist Simmering in so much self-hatred and bitterness That even a whiff of you and I Openly loving ourselves Is enough to make them want to break something or lash out.
Wild. I know. My condolences for those growing souls. I can only imagine the pain you feel on a daily basis. And so sorry (but not enough obvi cause I still posted) to you If I trigger your darkness. One thing I can guarantee Is that if you allow that to sit And instead of running, you ask genuine questions, You will find yourself in a much better mood than before. Ideally.
We all have different experiences, And who the fuck am I To tell you what would work for you? The beautiful audacity, Right? Ugh. Sometimes I do hate myself. Lately at least, I've been gently battling some aggressive inner thoughts. And sure, maybe I blamed it on not doing my affirmations as much. Maybe I blamed it on jealous haterade energy. It doesn't matter. I experienced it and I had to deal with it.
However you deal with your demons is up to you. And I can only wish that you start to see the importance Of being gentle with yourself. Be kind to yourself. Cause it is an unfortunate truth of this earth realm But the only person you can truly depend on in every moment Is yourself. Even if other people intervene and help, You still need to accept that help. I mean, you could be strapped down and forced guidance. But how often do people learn from forced "help"? I don't know the answer to that; I doubt anyone's ever done a poll on this particular question. But it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. Except... Whatever we choose to matter, obviously. And then, of course This beautiful present moment is what matters.
And wow. If you're still reading at this point, A part of my ego does want to thank you immensely, Cause it feels good to know my works aren't being created in vain. Or maybe you're reading this And you think I'm insane. I would be lying if I said I didn't care a tiny bit. But I don't care enough to make too much of a difference. Cause this was a piece of prose Straight from the subconscious dome.
Maybe I'll do these more often. Maybe I'll lose interest in the concept cause a lack of likes And you'll only see this on Patreon (shameless self promo was added to the original) Whatever. It doesn't really matter, Cause you're here with me (technically) in this moment, And that's such a magical thing.
I know, This post was a rollercoaster, And I would be lying if I told you I wasn't impressed with my chaotic mind. Cause I am. A part of my ego hates that I don't get thousands of engagements yet. But we all know it'll happen eventually (Though my soul knows that this isn't the end goal and I'm thankful to not focus on such frivolous endeavors anymore) Whenever the time is right. Whenever the energy is ultimately in alignment.
Or if, Cause life is a big "what if" sometimes. And we have to accept it. I mean, we don't really *need* to do anything we don't want to, But it helps to embrace the possibilities. To lean into the terrifying notion That maybe we are working in vain. AHHHHHH no god (That's me internally screaming for comedic effect) Maybe our efforts are silly and going to be unnoticed forever.
But then you recognize that the internet is vast And there's no way That nobody is affected by a long-ass chaotic post such as this. It's a possibility, But for my ego's sake, I have to believe otherwise. I have to believe that there's someone out there Reading these words and gaining something from them.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just manic And expressing whatever filtered thoughts sound slightly poetic. Maybe I'm not even real. Maybe you're not real. But wait, let's not go that deep Cause I lost my most recent book on the matter (True Happiness: The Teachings of Ramana Maharshi) And it actually was a slight disappointment. I had planned so lovingly To read and annotate that bich. But alas, Hater ass jealous energy made me leave it where it shouldn't have been.
Anyways. Let's not go that deep, Cause I know I'm way too real Even when I'm putting on a show To ever doubt my existence. But sure, Big philosophy says That nothing is real The universe is infinite But at the same time just you and I Dancing in a simulation together (there's a Lorde lyric that says this beautifully fr) Or however we want to think about it.
But let's be careful. I don't want you to think about it too deeply; You just might break the system And we'll have to start all over again. But then maybe next time You'll be a dolphin, Or a cat. I recently joked about being a cat. I would hope sincerely that I could learn how to communicate as a kitty, though. Cause I do imagine that the language barrier can be frustrating.
Hell. The language barrier between myself and "other" humans can be a pain. Anyways. I think I've made this a little longer than it needed to be, So let me thank you for being with me And you get an energetic cookie (maybe an internet 1, too? Idk how those work fr) For sharing your attention energy with me. You are very much appreciated And I hope you have a nice rest of your day/night. But obviously only if you want to.
You can choose to have a terrible experience, Believe it or not (a lot of people don't want to believe it unfortunately). And I hope you choose the ultimate timeline for your soul's growth. Unless, this ain't what your soul desires. Maybe you're just meant to have a good time. Maybe you're meant to fuck up other peoples' day So they can learn how to transmute and ignore undesirable energy. I don't know. My mind is just doing the best job right now And I hope you are treating your beautifully twisted mind With care, love, and respect. I mean, please don't treat your mind with a hammer (intrusive thoughts are intrusive and not to be trusted 99% of the time). Please Sincerely Take care of yourself today. Or tonight.
It doesn't matter what timezone you're in. Just enjoy the moment And check out the link that I provided however many paragraphs ago, Cause a boy's gotta eat And not going viral is such a meanie at this point. I have been creating content far too long to go unnoticed still. So, if you give a damn about what I've typed in long post Or you claim to care about me as a person, Share this silly post And bring whatever feeling you felt to another person.
Or don't. Continue scrolling by and get 8 years bad luck if you choose (maybe I'm kidding hehe). The weirdly beautiful thing (also terrifying at times) about life is that we each make our own choices every moment. You got to choose between what you ate this morning, Or if you even consumed anything. Sure, there are those in terrible life circumstances who couldn't even eat breakfast. We pray for them They are in our (or my own, you selfish bastard (jk)) thoughts.
Anyways. I said I would close this out And I find myself still typing. This is how manic I am lately. I should have taken a nap earlier when I wanted. But then this masterpiece of a mess wouldn't exist. And that would be boring, Right?
Okay. Truly. Sincerely. I'm done.
Have a great rest of your day/night. Peace & Joy (if you want it) Tariq Rashad G
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These are annoying thoughts, But I guess I have to think them sometimes. Do people even like me? Does it even matter When I am in love with me? I know I'm not perfect But even my flaws Look like genius sometimes When we really boil it down. Or maybe this is just the narcissist in me.
Why would I even care When I know who I am And trust in my essence? My condolences truly For the lost ones Who live each day For the approval of others.
I mean, sure. It's fun seeing the clicks. Engagements are like a dopamine rush. But you're worth so much more than empty likes. But... Then again, don't let me shame you. We all like what we like. You're welcome to that And you are loved either way.
But don't you think it would be so much better If you knew at your core That love was yours to hold? Don't you think you could sleep better at night If you enjoyed that person in the mirror? And sure, maybe this is triggering for some, I can't really say much about that. I mean, I guess I could. But that isn't my business.
I'm just here in this moment To remind you that you can have a great life. You can genuinely love yourself Flaws and all. You can choose to be yourself in life And get the most out of it, too.
So many of us are taught That the best way to be Is a composed version of who we are. But guess what. You don't need that. You deserve to be loved as you are, Imperfections and everything else.
Either read these words and believe it, Or walk away with slight annoyance. I have no control over the way you absorb my light. But one thing I hope it does Is inspire you to shine your own. And there really is no right or wrong.
I mean, I won't advocate for actively harming others, But at our core We are meant to be lovers. And there's no 1 way to be with that concept.
I know, this isn't really a poem But it might look like it's meant to be On the surface. But I never cared about surface-level. I mean, sure I *care* about it, But it's not my favorite cup of tea. I prefer the messy, manic, and unimaginably wild.
Maybe that's cause I have it in me somewhere, Maybe I'm more than proud now To embrace this chaos. Cause believe it or not, The parts we deny Are the ones that tend to fly And cause the most damage. So, if you really want control, Learn to let it go. Just be who you are. Some people won't love it, But most likely, Those are the ones misaligned with you. Accept it. Embrace it. Embrace yourself.
Or...at least try to. And sure, it probably will hurt at certain points. But I'm telling you Once you push through the pain And learn how to manage it The outcome is so much better than whatever else you've known.
But then again, This might not be for everyone, And I have to humbly accept that. I have no idea if I would even read all the way through Something so heavy like this whatever-you-wanna-call-it. Yeah, I can be a mess. But you gotta love it. I mean, *eye* have to love it. That's the first step to receiving love from anyone worth loving.
And I don't know. Maybe this is my self-critic coming out, But I know I'm young in the physical. I know I have a lot to learn. Socrates did some of the most important philosophical work, In my humble opinion. And one weird thing I've found Is that when you genuinely enjoy the journey It makes it easier to learn And easier to get what you want (Debatable whether or not this is the purpose; ask your local guru) (Maybe even ask me via email if you found this chaotic post inspirational)
Another thing I've learned, Which is so hard to conceptualize for some of us, But there are people that exist Simmering in so much self-hatred and bitterness That even a whiff of you and I Openly loving ourselves Is enough to make them want to break something or lash out.
Wild. I know. My condolences for those growing souls. I can only imagine the pain you feel on a daily basis. And so sorry (but not enough obvi cause I still posted) to you If I trigger your darkness. One thing I can guarantee Is that if you allow that to sit And instead of running, you ask genuine questions, You will find yourself in a much better mood than before. Ideally.
We all have different experiences, And who the fuck am I To tell you what would work for you? The beautiful audacity, Right? Ugh. Sometimes I do hate myself. Lately at least, I've been gently battling some aggressive inner thoughts. And sure, maybe I blamed it on not doing my affirmations as much. Maybe I blamed it on jealous haterade energy. It doesn't matter. I experienced it and I had to deal with it.
However you deal with your demons is up to you. And I can only wish that you start to see the importance Of being gentle with yourself. Be kind to yourself. Cause it is an unfortunate truth of this earth realm But the only person you can truly depend on in every moment Is yourself. Even if other people intervene and help, You still need to accept that help. I mean, you could be strapped down and forced guidance. But how often do people learn from forced "help"? I don't know the answer to that; I doubt anyone's ever done a poll on this particular question. But it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. Except... Whatever we choose to matter, obviously. And then, of course This beautiful present moment is what matters.
And wow. If you're still reading at this point, A part of my ego does want to thank you immensely, Cause it feels good to know my works aren't being created in vain. Or maybe you're reading this And you think I'm insane. I would be lying if I said I didn't care a tiny bit. But I don't care enough to make too much of a difference. Cause this was a piece of prose Straight from the subconscious dome.
Maybe I'll do these more often. Maybe I'll lose interest in the concept cause a lack of likes And you'll only see this on Patreon (shameless self promo was added to the original) Whatever. It doesn't really matter, Cause you're here with me (technically) in this moment, And that's such a magical thing.
I know, This post was a rollercoaster, And I would be lying if I told you I wasn't impressed with my chaotic mind. Cause I am. A part of my ego hates that I don't get thousands of engagements yet. But we all know it'll happen eventually (Though my soul knows that this isn't the end goal and I'm thankful to not focus on such frivolous endeavors anymore) Whenever the time is right. Whenever the energy is ultimately in alignment.
Or if, Cause life is a big "what if" sometimes. And we have to accept it. I mean, we don't really *need* to do anything we don't want to, But it helps to embrace the possibilities. To lean into the terrifying notion That maybe we are working in vain. AHHHHHH no god (That's me internally screaming for comedic effect) Maybe our efforts are silly and going to be unnoticed forever.
But then you recognize that the internet is vast And there's no way That nobody is affected by a long-ass chaotic post such as this. It's a possibility, But for my ego's sake, I have to believe otherwise. I have to believe that there's someone out there Reading these words and gaining something from them.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just manic And expressing whatever filtered thoughts sound slightly poetic. Maybe I'm not even real. Maybe you're not real. But wait, let's not go that deep Cause I lost my most recent book on the matter (True Happiness: The Teachings of Ramana Maharshi) And it actually was a slight disappointment. I had planned so lovingly To read and annotate that bich. But alas, Hater ass jealous energy made me leave it where it shouldn't have been.
Anyways. Let's not go that deep, Cause I know I'm way too real Even when I'm putting on a show To ever doubt my existence. But sure, Big philosophy says That nothing is real The universe is infinite But at the same time just you and I Dancing in a simulation together (there's a Lorde lyric that says this beautifully fr) Or however we want to think about it.
But let's be careful. I don't want you to think about it too deeply; You just might break the system And we'll have to start all over again. But then maybe next time You'll be a dolphin, Or a cat. I recently joked about being a cat. I would hope sincerely that I could learn how to communicate as a kitty, though. Cause I do imagine that the language barrier can be frustrating.
Hell. The language barrier between myself and "other" humans can be a pain. Anyways. I think I've made this a little longer than it needed to be, So let me thank you for being with me And you get an energetic cookie (maybe an internet 1, too? Idk how those work fr) For sharing your attention energy with me. You are very much appreciated And I hope you have a nice rest of your day/night. But obviously only if you want to.
You can choose to have a terrible experience, Believe it or not (a lot of people don't want to believe it unfortunately). And I hope you choose the ultimate timeline for your soul's growth. Unless, this ain't what your soul desires. Maybe you're just meant to have a good time. Maybe you're meant to fuck up other peoples' day So they can learn how to transmute and ignore undesirable energy. I don't know. My mind is just doing the best job right now And I hope you are treating your beautifully twisted mind With care, love, and respect. I mean, please don't treat your mind with a hammer (intrusive thoughts are intrusive and not to be trusted 99% of the time). Please Sincerely Take care of yourself today. Or tonight.
It doesn't matter what timezone you're in. Just enjoy the moment And check out the link that I provided however many paragraphs ago, Cause a boy's gotta eat And not going viral is such a meanie at this point. I have been creating content far too long to go unnoticed still. So, if you give a damn about what I've typed in long post Or you claim to care about me as a person, Share this silly post And bring whatever feeling you felt to another person.
Or don't. Continue scrolling by and get 8 years bad luck if you choose (maybe I'm kidding hehe). The weirdly beautiful thing (also terrifying at times) about life is that we each make our own choices every moment. You got to choose between what you ate this morning, Or if you even consumed anything. Sure, there are those in terrible life circumstances who couldn't even eat breakfast. We pray for them They are in our (or my own, you selfish bastard (jk)) thoughts.
Anyways. I said I would close this out And I find myself still typing. This is how manic I am lately. I should have taken a nap earlier when I wanted. But then this masterpiece of a mess wouldn't exist. And that would be boring, Right?
Okay. Truly. Sincerely. I'm done.
Have a great rest of your day/night. Peace & Joy (if you want it) Tariq Rashad G
2024.05.17 21:56 earthboundgirlx Emo/Scene Song early 2000s with the lyrics "You're my shining star, my beating heart"
Hi!
This has been driving me crazy for years, but I'm looking for a song that had a male lead singer, and the only lyrics I remember are:
"You're my shining star,
my bleeding (or beating) heart"
From what I remember this was the breakdown of the song, and the sound was similar to Silverstein or Senses Fail.
I feel like I made this song up. Help!
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This has been driving me crazy for years, but I'm looking for a song that had a male lead singer, and the only lyrics I remember are:
"You're my shining star,
my bleeding (or beating) heart"
From what I remember this was the breakdown of the song, and the sound was similar to Silverstein or Senses Fail.
I feel like I made this song up. Help!
2024.05.17 16:59 Pinkmmlover 6 Years ago, BTS released Love Yourself: Tear, the second album in the Love Yourself Trilogy
- Fake Love MV Extended version
- EPISODE FAKE LOVE MV Shooting Jacket shooting sketch
- Singularity MV
- BTS Comeback Preview Show
- TEAR Compilation Redirect Gigathread
- FAKE LOVE Live Performances - BTS COMEBACK SHOW Special Stage @BTS COMEBACK SHOW Live Performance @2018 BBMAs FAKE LOVE Self MV @Music Bank Encore stage
- FAKE LOVE Dance Practice
- Airplane pt.2 Live Performances -BTS COMEBACK SHOW Music Bank 2018 MAMA in HONG KONG 2018 MAMA Intro Performance
- Anpanman @BTS COMEBACK SHOW Music Bank
- BANGTAN BOMBs - Get Baby JK's attention Taking a photo carefully by JK Sleeping beauty V! Photographer JIN Naughty Boy Hobi JK & JIN's exercise time Excuses about destroyed JK's Shirt ARMY BOMB acrostic poem! JK's self hair styling Camera Director Jung kook & V SUGA is eating snack BTS won the 1st & Special MC Jin @MUSICBANK Last day of 'FAKE LOVE' stage @ Ingigayo JK is trying new filming stuff Jin & j-hope Play with Earrings Special lyrics of Anpanman Worldwide Handsome's Chicken! Hobi's self camera @BTS COMEBACK SHOW JJIN time
- Bonus: Airplane pt.2 -Japanese ver.- MV
2024.05.17 16:27 holeinwater Day 30 of picking a favorite MM lyric: Truckers Atlas, The Lonesome Crowded West
 | “MY HEART HAS SLOWLY DRIED UP” won yesterday so let’s see what today’s fan favorite Truckers Atlas brings… submitted by holeinwater to ModestMouse [link] [comments] ❗️❗️❗️REMEMBER❗️❗️❗️ Check the comments for your lyric BEFORE commenting yourself and upvote if someone already posted it. I will NOT be compiling votes for the same lyric on different comments. Alright y’all - we are going verse by verse, song by song, album by album picking our favorite lyrics off of every song from every album in order. Previously I did not specify when I asked for favorite “lyrics.” Some folks have submitted verses, and some folks have submitted whole stanzas. The purpose of this is to get single verses (maaaaaaybe two lines), but not a whole stanza/paragraph worth of lyrics. Quick reminder that a VERSE is “a single line in a poem” (in our case songs) and a STANZA is “a distinct set of lines in a poem” (in our case songs). Example: Stanza: “Well we scheme, and we scheme, but we always blow it We've yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon Every dawn you're surprising And the evening was consoling saying ‘See it wasn't quite as, bad as’” Verse: “we’ve yet to crash but we still might as well enjoy it.” So with that cleared up, drop your favorite line below and others will upvote their favorites! Rules:
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2024.05.17 13:51 Anonymotron42 The Unofficial Rush R50 Reddit Daily Song Poll #140: Out of the Cradle
Out of the Cradle is the closing number of the seventeenth studio album Vapor Trails (2002). How do you rate this tune? The options go from skippable (You can almost see the circuits blowing) to outstanding (The treasure of a life).
Writing credits: Music: Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Lyrics: Neil Peart
Retrospective band member quote: "Travel has always been known as a soothing balm and even motion...from the time we're little babies we want to be rocked and if a baby's crying you can take it for a drive in the car and it calms down. That's the way I described it to myself at that time - that I was so stirred and so my little baby soul would only be soothed by motion." -Neil in the documentary film Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage (2010)
Rush Official YouTube Channel link
This song was never performed live. The lyrics were partially inspired by the poem 'Leaves of Grass' by Walt Whitman (1900).
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Writing credits: Music: Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Lyrics: Neil Peart
Retrospective band member quote: "Travel has always been known as a soothing balm and even motion...from the time we're little babies we want to be rocked and if a baby's crying you can take it for a drive in the car and it calms down. That's the way I described it to myself at that time - that I was so stirred and so my little baby soul would only be soothed by motion." -Neil in the documentary film Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage (2010)
Rush Official YouTube Channel link
This song was never performed live. The lyrics were partially inspired by the poem 'Leaves of Grass' by Walt Whitman (1900).
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2024.05.17 09:41 dismayed-tumbleweed Light According to Shelley, Fitzgerald, Dickinson, Swift (the multiple meanings of the "Downtown Lights")
 | So, this got out of hand. This post was originally supposed to be an analysis of light & lightning as symbols in TTPD, and it still is, but it also turned into something else. It also now basically only covers three lines of one song somehow but it's WORTH it, I promise it's worth it. But what happened is over the course of writing this post I also found like my "symbol cipher" holy grail. submitted by dismayed-tumbleweed to GaylorSwift [link] [comments] I'll link my original post on the symbol cipher in case you want to see, but I will quickly try to explain the theory here! Essentially, I think that the literary allusions on TTPD act as a guide to unpacking the symbolism on the album. The most obvious example of this might be the albatross. Taylor is sort of borrowing symbolism from Rime of the Ancient Mariner and applying it to her own work. With this example, the referencing and the symbol appear on the same track, but I don't think this is necessarily the case for most of them. In my last post I analyzed the symbol of a kiss. To do this, I found out which of the literary works Taylor references uses “kiss” in a symbolic way. Peter Pan was an easy answer here. In Peter Pan, "a kiss" symbolizes childhood innocence. So, I used the idea of "innocence" to interpret Taylor's use of "kiss" on TTPD. This analysis, along with the similar one I did about the albatross as a symbol, wound up working even better than I had originally anticipated. Symbol Cipher Theory & Kiss Symbolism Albatross Symbolism on TTPD Very sorry in advance for the length. Things just kept happening and I simply don't know how to be concise with all of this. (She says, launching into unnecessary personal narrative--) It was Monday night. I was more than halfway through my analysis of light-based symbolism on TTPD. I was sorting through lyrics, trying not to feel insane as I oscillated back and forth between symbolic meanings pulled from various works of literature, sometimes layering them on top of each other within the same verse or even line. https://preview.redd.it/vz1r5b5ixx0d1.png?width=1330&format=png&auto=webp&s=6b2ad17c2ff12be2d6d49df2e8540e90b8da02bb I’d noted light-based symbolism in 3 of the works Taylor alludes to in her own:
There could easily be more examples, but I have honestly been too overwhelmed to even consider it. Please! discuss below, I have brain worms now. (Note: I did not count fire, stars, or the sun, because I think they might be treated as separate symbols.) So to put it in Multiple-Choice Format, Frankenstein’s light is knowledge, Gatsby’s light is illusion, and Dickinson’s light is truth. While I had been trying to keep my focus solely on TTPD, a bunch of this symbolism already reminded me of songs like mirrorball and Bejeweled, which seem to frame truth as reflection or refraction of light. I went backwards through the tracklist as I did this analysis, which made "Guilty As Sin?" one of the later tracks I took a look at. And I've been looking at it ever since. (sorry, tracks 1-8) So, when you really look at these starting lines, multiple questions arise. Who is drowning in the Blue Nile? “He” or “I?” It would depend on punctuation, except we have none. Besides those quotation marks, anyway, but hey! Why are those there if that isn’t even the full song title? It’s also by The Blue Nile, so why isn’t the ‘t’ in “the” capitalized? And what does Any of this have to do with Frankenstein? But let’s start where I started, and maybe we can answer these questions as we go. So who is drowning? It depends, I think. When I first listened to the song, my impression was that the speaker of the song, the “I,” was the one drowning. In my head, the second line felt almost like an aside or a clarification. "[I was] drowning in the Blue Nile; he sent me "Downtown Lights." So, my first interpretations of this line, through the lens of symbolic light, looked like this: I was overwhelmed by deep emotion listening to the song he sent me about light because it reminded me of the past. The symbolism here reminded me most of the Frankenstein interpretation: light as a symbol for knowledge. To me, this little scene does evoke an exchange of both light (a phone lighting up w/ a message) and knowledge (the reminder of the song.) With that in mind, I went a layer deeper. I was overwhelmed listening to the deep truth she shared with me I had forgotten about them. Lightning is also a symbol in Frankenstein, of the destructive nature of ambition, and the dangers of pursuing powerful knowledge without considering the consequences. I wondered if the digital (or electric) nature of the exchange could add another layer to our interpretation. I was in danger out there thanks to the destructive reminder he sent me. I had heard that one before. After that, I shifted my focus to the other interpretation of the line: "Drowning in the Blue Nile, he sent me Downtown Lights. I hadn't heard it in a while." In this interpretation, he is the one drowning in the Nile (Blue.) He is the one who's lost in the lights. (hiii MA&THP) So okay, maybe the answer is either or both or, maybe, “those are the same picture.” I was starting to get the feeling that, much like TTPD itself, these lines were meant to be looked at from every angle, that their meaning shimmers, changes depending on how the light hits them. Lost in the light, he dragged me under it too It was something I knew once, a long time ago (I've been there too, a few times?) The lights in this interpretation feel like they could be stage lights, which is a reference often made on TTPD, though not in this song (directly, anyway.) Gatsby is the only work on the list which made reference to electric light, instead of light as a sort of natural, cosmic force. In this way, the green light in Gatsby is artificial, which makes sense for a symbol of false promises and illusion. Covered in well-lit illusion she made me false promises I hear them all the time (or, maybe) I’ve used that one myself? At this point, I started interpreting the final line here in a sort of ironic or sarcastic way. I know we haven't gotten there yet because we are stuck in the Guilty As Sin? intro timeloop, but the next line is "my boredom's bone deep." This was where my "dazzle" senses started tingling. Things were going slant. We were talking illusions and how things may not be as they appear in the light! We were deep in double meanings, purposeful cracks, and hidden possibilities. The very idea of these three lines having so many multi-facets almost seemed to perform the act of dazzling gradually, itself! I also realized around here that I had all but ignored that first Blue Nile reference, the band name. hadn't really known what to do with it. Why would she mention both the artist and the song title? Surely one reference would have been enough, especially given the apparent public knowledge about the associations of that song. I had first just thought of it as a way to play on the drowning motif and the light motif at the same time, and had used the band name for it's words, thinking of depth and emotion. I had thought of the song itself as in "interpretation of light," but I had not thought of the band as the "interpreters" of light. Lost in a sea of interpretations, he sent me his own version of the truth. I had heard that that one before. I'm so bored of this. When I originally googled the Blue Nile, I hadn't known the reference. I had just typed it into google from hearing it audibly. I first read about the River Nile and how there are two parts (ha ha.) Then I ended up finding out it was the name of a diamond company before realizing it was a reference to the band and song. Specifically, its an online-only company that sells diamonds cheaper since they don’t have brick-and-mortar stores. Lots of people use it for engagement and wedding rings. This might seem unconnected, if that 't' were only capitalized! I think this would allow us to fold in the Emily Dickinson, sequin-stars, mirrorballesque meaning here very well. This was when I decided it probably didn't really matter who was drowning, that it could be both at the same time, within one interpretation. "[As we were] Drowning in the Blue Nile, he sent me "Downtown Lights." Drowning in diamonds (the dazzle of light) he told me something I already knew. How Boring. The meaning of just the three lines seemed endless. But it was all feeling very difficult to prove. Was I going a little too crazy with this? Could all of this be true at once? I'm not Dylan Thomas. She's not Patti Smith! I've never even been to the Chelsea Hotel. But then, what about the kisses? At some point along the way here, I had another, somewhat troubling, thought: there was no way I could attribute the symbolism here only to Frankenstein and Gatsby and Dickinson while that Blue Nile reference was staring me right in the face. I had looked up "Downtown Lights" before, way back when the album first came out, but that initial lyric scan honestly hadn't left an impression while my brain was spinning around like a propeller, focused on nothing but consuming TTPD. Now I knew that (according to the symbol cipher code of ethics) I had to take a look at the specific allusion here and find out how light is treated symbolically within "The Downtown Lights" by The Blue Nile. Essentially, I was ready to do a lyric analysis within a lyric analysis I put the song on, then went over to genius and began clicking around, as you do. It did not take long to find literally exactly what I was looking for. I will give you a visual of what happened next: https://preview.redd.it/sf4p8linqx0d1.png?width=300&format=png&auto=webp&s=0dc47ca9d5efdb366e699f8b6474b0c2cd6e18aa ego trip 5/13/2024 So as it turns out!! the downtown lights hold different meanings at different points throughout the Blue Nile song! This was very exciting for me. It meant that, yes, light could have alternating meanings at different points throughout TTPD and still maintain the idea of a "symbol cipher.” In fact, Taylor was practically singing to me that it does. Drowning in the Blue Nile, indeed. So we know the downtown lights have multiple meanings in the song, but what did they mean? According to Genius, the The Blue Nile song switches between using the downtown lights as a positive, welcoming presence, and as an alienating, lonely sight. I think it's possible that we are touching on both of these interpretations at once here. The first use of "downtown lights" comes in the opening verse "It's alright, can't you see / the downtown lights?" This use reminds me of the idea of "the light at the end of the tunnel." Drowning in the Blue Nile Overwhelmed by these interpretations of light (relatable) He sent me 'Downtown Lights' I hadn't heard it in a while He reminded me of 'the light at the end of the tunnel' as if I could have forgotten My boredom’s bone deep No part of me is interested in this anymore. This cage was once just fine I used to be able to tolerate these limits Am I allowed to cry? Am I allowed to be sad about something I chose? (conjecture) For this last one, I will interpret the lines with the other meaning of “the downtown lights," the distance and alienation, ("Empty streets, empty nights / the downtown lights") I am also going to try to do my best to layer in as much of some of the other interpretations as possible. Drowning in the Blue Nile Lost and bathed in the illusory, dazzling glow of thousands of reflections He sent me Downtown Lights He brought up the light at the end of the tunnel, but it only reminded me of the separation that remains between where I am and where I want to be. I hadn’t heard it in a while As if I needed reminding. I used to use that line myself, but I don’t believe it anymore. My boredom’s bone deep There is nothing left for me to learn here and I can no longer convince myself otherwise. This cage was once just fine I used to feel like these limits protected me, but now I feel caged and gawked at. Am I allowed to cry? Is it hypocritical of me to come clean now? How would they react? The last use of "the downtown lights" is here: "The neons and the cigarettes, rented rooms and rented cars The crowded streets, the empty bars Chimney tops and trumpets, the golden lights, the loving prayers The coloured shoes, the empty trains, I'm tired of crying on the stairs The downtown lights" To me, this evokes that sort of overwhelm feeling, when everything gets to be too much; the good things and the bad things, and the ways they overlap and contradict each other, and pull you apart, and drive you crazy, kind of thing. This meaning feels almost like it doesn't even need an interpretation. It's the part of the Blue Nile you drown in. Um so this ended sort of dark and sad. I didn't think about that when I came up with my clever little bookend format. Luckily, I have just the thing, and it's weird!! So, somewhere along the way here, I clicked on the username of the contributor who annotated “The Downtown Lights." They're username is Abraxas01. It turns out "Abraxas" is (ok. yeah. why not? at this point why not?) a word that has multiple meanings, including "the honorable and Hallowed word," (the sacred or holy word) and "the uncreated Father," (not existing by creation : eternal, self-existent) and "the beautiful, the glorious Savior.” I’m not even going to think about trying to unpack all of that. But Merriam Webster's defines the word as something “used as a charm on an amulet or talisman in Europe, Asia Minor, and North Africa from the second century b.c. until the 13th century," so there's also that. The word comes from Biblical Greek. Wikipedia says “The spelling of Abraxas seen today probably originates in the confusion made between the Greek letters sigma (Σ) and xi (Ξ) in the Latin transliteration.” On the profile, I saw a few interesting things, but nothing that seemed as connected to TTPD as the "The Downtown Lights" annotations. At one point I was scrolling through Abraxas01's following list and I noticed that they and another user called perfectrhyme were following each other. This other user has a ton of points on the website, but no real info. Instead, their bio reads "perfectrhyme is keeping quiet for now," which is not, like, an auto generated message from the site, I'm pretty sure, because a bunch of the new users just have blank bios. This user’s annotations here were much more interesting in terms of Taylor connections. I’m going to include some of the most compelling ones and I need people to tell me what they think because I don’t know what’s going on anymore!!! The PFP is Chaucer My town was a wasteland? Jumping off of very tall somethings? https://preview.redd.it/kgu3iljzlx0d1.png?width=478&format=png&auto=webp&s=6c452696b58e47fbc430019960e871016be9fdff So much of it is from the balcony scene... swifter?? https://preview.redd.it/j01x0u5fmx0d1.png?width=470&format=png&auto=webp&s=09cbcf1b82bb2003d18aa91b2984e4fda8162d7b https://preview.redd.it/4rx6vy5fmx0d1.png?width=470&format=png&auto=webp&s=b1b2a06bcaaaea8ce6c0c3372395c9b9d9f05942 I mean A description of the painting One last sidenote which I know I am not the most qualified person on this sub to talk about is that the Abraxas01 profile uses a photo of Brian Jones and Mick Jagger that was shot by Linda McCartney, Paul McCartney’s wife. Beatles posters, what does this mean??? Here are some more of my interpretations of light and lightning off of TTPD, including Peter, The Bolter, Clara Bow, and ICDIWABH (they are not all like this one lol) In general, I need to know other people’s thoughts on all of this pls help me make some sense over here I begggg |
2024.05.17 05:20 AliceStanleyJr "I Hate My Reflection for Years and Years": TTPD & Sylvia Plath’s “The Magic Mirror"
Hi, clowns! Found lots of connections to an essay Sylvia Plath wrote and TTPD. Lots of info below, but was interesting!
TL; DR Plath’s college thesis paper is all about troubled poets and their “DOUBLES.”
Initial Tortured Poets and Sylvia Plath Connections
Of course, the theme of TTPD is tortured poets, so many avid literary Swifties have enjoyed seeking connections between Swift’s new songs and iconic poetry. No connections are overt, but some seem to be more likely than others. Namely, there’s been much discussion of Virginia Woolf thanks to the song “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?”(perhaps a riff on the Edward Albee play title). Other Swifties have found possible lyrical links to Mary Shelley and Charlotte Bronte. Swift herself references Patti Smith and Dylan Thomas in the album’s title track.
I remembered a third poet in relation to Smith and Thomas: Sylvia Plath, obviously an all timer of a tortured poet. I remember hearing an anecdote that she had been obsessed with Thomas and stalked him outside the Chelsea Hotel (also named in the TTPD title track). I did a quick skim of Plath’s Wikipedia to confirm and then started noticing many possible connections to TTPD and Plath’s life.
In the “Fortnight” music video, Swift acts out being institutionalized for insanity and getting electric shock treatment—two significant experiences in Plath’s life. Plath was also coupled with a deeply problematic man, Ted Hughes. Plath fell in love with Hughes for his artistic talent before he revealed himself to be an unsupportive parter, ultimately cheating on Plath with a younger woman. The narrative is not too dissimilar to the narrative about Swift’s alleged ex Matty Healy, as seemingly told in TTPD. (Of course, we don’t know the true subjects of Swift’s songs—if they’re even actually confessional—but some key hints point to Healy. Whether those hints provide actual context to Swift’s life or to the story Swift is telling of her life, one cannot know.) Finally, several of TTPD songs reference a latent desire for suicide (“I might as well die / it would make no difference” etc.). Okay, post-“finally,” these are stretches, but, I’ll note anyway: one of Plath’s most famous collections of poems is titled Ariel, but an alternate title was Daddy. There are connections to both words in TTPD via the song “But Daddy I Love Him.” The title is a line from the Disney movie The Little Mermaid (which features the main character Ariel, a mermaid, caught between two worlds). Extra clowning: some people (hi, I'm people) believe Swift’s 1989 costume for her first Paris concert was an allusion to Ariel: a pink crop top and a seafoam skirt.
As I dug into Plath's life, I couldn’t help but also see similarities to Swift's life. Both women were prolific writers from a very young age. Also, although possibly obscured through artistic license, both women were/are known to write about their own lives. (Plath was apparently encouraged by her professors Robert Lowell and Anne Sexton to write from her experience. I cannot help but tie in Swift’s “The Manuscript” lyric “the Professor said to write what you know.”) Both Plath and Swift expressed/express their depression via their writing, but if you only knew them from their public personas, you’d never guess the depths of their struggles. It seems both Plath and Swift lived/live double lives. Plath was actually fascinated by the concept of doubles. In fact, the concept of doubling was the topic of Plath’s college thesis paper “The Magic Mirror.”
The Magic Mirror and TTPD
Plath’s college paper is sadly not available to the general public. (It had a limited print run in, you guessed it, 1989.) But! I was able to read a few texts about the thesis, and the amount of possible TTPD references is astounding.
Since we can’t analyze Swift’s work via Plath’s directly, I’d like to share several key quotes from the most telling article I could find about the “The Magic Mirror”: “Sylvia Plath’s Magic Mirror” by Kelly Coyne (May 2018, The Los Angeles Review of Books). (To be noted, Coyne has also written about Swift, in her article “Growing Up In Taylor Swift’s America” in December 2023 on Literary Hub—a fabulous read!)
Early in her article, Coyne sets the scene for Plath's thesis:
“Her undergraduate thesis, which she wrote as a senior at Smith College...is titled “The Magic Mirror: A Study of the Double in Two of Dostoevsky’s Novels.” “The Magic Mirror” explores literary doubles made up of a character’s repressed traits, and, as the double grows in power, it heralds the protagonist’s death. Citing Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde as well as Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, Plath argued that the choice to create a double works to “reveal hitherto concealed character traits in a radical manner” and simultaneously exposes the driving conflicts of the novel housing that character. Her thesis claims that both Ivan, of The Brothers Karamazov, and Golyadkin, of The Double, have attempted to repress troubling aspects of their personalities, resulting in the double.”
Immediately, I imagine the two versions of Swift from the “Anti-Hero” music video. One Swift is real, true, sensible. The other is a pot-stirring, self-esteem destroying, alcoholic. During Eras, the huge Swift (monster on a hill) screams and stomps around in the background while the real, true Swift smiles and dances in a sparkle dress onstage. The fandom seems to be referring to these two Swifts as Taylor Swift and TAYLOR SWIFT (TM). Folks have theorized Post-Malone in the Fortnight music video is not necessarily a lover, but a twin, or double, of Swift. This theory is enhances by the Eras visuals during that song, specifically two dancers walking away to the back of the stage, but then becoming one.
More Coyne: “Plath, quoting Dostoyevsky in her thesis, noted that Ivan’s double, Smerdyakov, is “wrinkled” and “yellow.” The distinct differences in appearance between originator and double, she continued, are meant to reflect the protagonist’s mental state and cultural status.”
First of all, yellow. In the Gaylor community, folks have often theorized yellow symbolizes being closeted—a reading based on the symbolic coloring in the 1999 film …But I’m a Cheerleader. However, one need not be a Gaylor to consider the importance of yellow to Swift’s storytelling. Most recently, Swift performed “my tears ricochet” at Eras in a bright yellow dress, as her dancers were dressed for a funeral. Following Coyne’s analysis of Plath's analysis of Dostoyevsky, one could guess Swift is teasing a death of some version of herself.
Coyne discusses how Plath clearly used a “double” of herself to write The Bell Jar. Plath herself spent a summer in New York interning for Mademoiselle. The protagonist in TBJ, Esther, spends a summer in New York interning at a magazine too. To go even further down the rabbit hole, Esther also doubles herself, frequently expressing normalcy on the outside and despair on the inside. On the book's first page, Esther tells her audience, “I was supposed to be having the time of my life.” (Again, I cannot help but hear a Swift echo of, “I can read your mind / she’s having the time of her life” from “I Can Do It With a Broken Heart” about smiling through her depression.) Coyne makes many more references to mirrors and concealing in The Bell Jar, Ether’s split (and sadness) gets worse and worse the more she hides who she is from others. Notably, at a low point, Esther hides under her mother’s bed. (And Swift sings of a post-heartbreak depression, “Afterwards she only ate kids' cereal / And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed.”)
Coyne writes about the “imprisoned” aspect of doubles: “The wound from which Esther tries, and fails, to hide chimes with the inescapable, colonizing double, and Plath’s language again illustrates its penal nature: it is inside Esther, but it traps her like a jail cell.” (Again, I cannot help but see references to “Fresh Out the Slammer”, “The Smaller Man Who Ever Lived,” and the TTPD Eras visuals of cages and cell lighting.)
Coyne, on Plath’s doubles’ names, something Swift has not ever used (or so we think): “From her conception of The Bell Jar all the way to its final revisions, Plath suffered an exhausting amount of anxiety over its heroine’s name.” Plath wrote to a friend, “‘I’ll have to publish it under a pseudonym, if I ever get it accepted, because it’s so chock full of real people I’d be sued to death’...Indeed, this wasn’t mere paranoia; she did have to change her protagonist’s name at the instruction of her editor for legal reasons.”
Coyne continues, “Most novelists likely have concerns about being associated with the characters to whom they give life, especially the ugly ones, and especially when the character resembles its author. Yet what is unique about Plath’s case is her knowledge of the theoretical underpinnings and implications of her choice to push Esther away, and the hold this knowledge assumed on Plath’s work and life. Another look at The Bell Jar with a consideration of Esther as Plath’s double tangles the issue even further, and Plath drops clues for this kind of reading throughout the novel. Esther, for example, sits down to write her own novel and recounts, “My heroine would be myself, only in disguise. She would be called Elaine. Elaine. I counted the letters on my fingers. There were six letters in Esther, too. It seemed a lucky thing.” Not coincidentally, Plath’s first name has six letters as well.” Again, Plath was in a bizarre double infinity loop (like the loop on the Eras stage in “Down Bad”?). Plath was concealing her double, the protagonist in her novel, who was concealing her double, the protagonist in her novel.
Coyne wraps up her findings: “In her thesis, written nearly a decade earlier, as she turned 22 — the year after her first documented suicide attempt — Plath claimed, quoting Otto Rank:
In such situations, where the Double symbolizes the evil or repressed elements in man’s nature, the apparition of the Double “becomes a persecution by it, the repressed material returns in the form of that which represses.” Man’s instinct to avoid or ignore the unpleasant aspects of his character turns into an active terror when he is faced by his Double, which resurrects those very parts of his personality which he sought to escape. The confrontation of the Double in these instances usually results in a duel which ends in insanity or death for the original hero.”
Coyne seems to argue Plath believed an artist's double has the power to become bigger than the artist herself, ultimately killing her. Is TTPD Swift's predetermination of, hopefully, her her double's death instead of her own?
In Conclusion: Plath to her Mentor, Dessner on Swift
Who knows what TTPD is really truly about, and who knows if we ever will.
The biggest Easter egg, hiding in plain sight, is that the album is titled THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. There’s no apostrophe after “poet.” Nor is there an apostrophe after the “s” in “poets.” The department does not belong to a poet or to a collection of poets. It is a department OF tortured poets, perhaps two, to be exact. …or perhaps the album indicates the departure of the tortured poet...and her double.
I’ll sign off with two final quotes from my research:
According to Coyne, three months before Plath died by suicide, she had written a mentor about her second (obviously unfinished) book. Plath wrote, “It is to be called “Doubletake”, meaning that the second look you take at something reveals a deeper, double meaning […] it is semi-autobiographical about a wife whose husband turns out to be a deserter and philanderer although she had thought he was wonderful & perfect.”
According to Aaron Dessner’s TTPD release Instagram post: ”Keep searching and you'll find some new detail, layer or sliver of meaning with each listen.”
SUBREDDIT PS! Shout out to Expensive_Succotash5 for noting the TTPD intro poem's reference to being out of the oven, could be an allusion to Plath's death. Also shout-out to Good-Amphibian-7993 for this connection to a photo of Plath with a rose, not unlike Swift's album rose art.
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TL; DR Plath’s college thesis paper is all about troubled poets and their “DOUBLES.”
Initial Tortured Poets and Sylvia Plath Connections
Of course, the theme of TTPD is tortured poets, so many avid literary Swifties have enjoyed seeking connections between Swift’s new songs and iconic poetry. No connections are overt, but some seem to be more likely than others. Namely, there’s been much discussion of Virginia Woolf thanks to the song “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?”(perhaps a riff on the Edward Albee play title). Other Swifties have found possible lyrical links to Mary Shelley and Charlotte Bronte. Swift herself references Patti Smith and Dylan Thomas in the album’s title track.
I remembered a third poet in relation to Smith and Thomas: Sylvia Plath, obviously an all timer of a tortured poet. I remember hearing an anecdote that she had been obsessed with Thomas and stalked him outside the Chelsea Hotel (also named in the TTPD title track). I did a quick skim of Plath’s Wikipedia to confirm and then started noticing many possible connections to TTPD and Plath’s life.
In the “Fortnight” music video, Swift acts out being institutionalized for insanity and getting electric shock treatment—two significant experiences in Plath’s life. Plath was also coupled with a deeply problematic man, Ted Hughes. Plath fell in love with Hughes for his artistic talent before he revealed himself to be an unsupportive parter, ultimately cheating on Plath with a younger woman. The narrative is not too dissimilar to the narrative about Swift’s alleged ex Matty Healy, as seemingly told in TTPD. (Of course, we don’t know the true subjects of Swift’s songs—if they’re even actually confessional—but some key hints point to Healy. Whether those hints provide actual context to Swift’s life or to the story Swift is telling of her life, one cannot know.) Finally, several of TTPD songs reference a latent desire for suicide (“I might as well die / it would make no difference” etc.). Okay, post-“finally,” these are stretches, but, I’ll note anyway: one of Plath’s most famous collections of poems is titled Ariel, but an alternate title was Daddy. There are connections to both words in TTPD via the song “But Daddy I Love Him.” The title is a line from the Disney movie The Little Mermaid (which features the main character Ariel, a mermaid, caught between two worlds). Extra clowning: some people (hi, I'm people) believe Swift’s 1989 costume for her first Paris concert was an allusion to Ariel: a pink crop top and a seafoam skirt.
As I dug into Plath's life, I couldn’t help but also see similarities to Swift's life. Both women were prolific writers from a very young age. Also, although possibly obscured through artistic license, both women were/are known to write about their own lives. (Plath was apparently encouraged by her professors Robert Lowell and Anne Sexton to write from her experience. I cannot help but tie in Swift’s “The Manuscript” lyric “the Professor said to write what you know.”) Both Plath and Swift expressed/express their depression via their writing, but if you only knew them from their public personas, you’d never guess the depths of their struggles. It seems both Plath and Swift lived/live double lives. Plath was actually fascinated by the concept of doubles. In fact, the concept of doubling was the topic of Plath’s college thesis paper “The Magic Mirror.”
The Magic Mirror and TTPD
Plath’s college paper is sadly not available to the general public. (It had a limited print run in, you guessed it, 1989.) But! I was able to read a few texts about the thesis, and the amount of possible TTPD references is astounding.
Since we can’t analyze Swift’s work via Plath’s directly, I’d like to share several key quotes from the most telling article I could find about the “The Magic Mirror”: “Sylvia Plath’s Magic Mirror” by Kelly Coyne (May 2018, The Los Angeles Review of Books). (To be noted, Coyne has also written about Swift, in her article “Growing Up In Taylor Swift’s America” in December 2023 on Literary Hub—a fabulous read!)
Early in her article, Coyne sets the scene for Plath's thesis:
“Her undergraduate thesis, which she wrote as a senior at Smith College...is titled “The Magic Mirror: A Study of the Double in Two of Dostoevsky’s Novels.” “The Magic Mirror” explores literary doubles made up of a character’s repressed traits, and, as the double grows in power, it heralds the protagonist’s death. Citing Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde as well as Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, Plath argued that the choice to create a double works to “reveal hitherto concealed character traits in a radical manner” and simultaneously exposes the driving conflicts of the novel housing that character. Her thesis claims that both Ivan, of The Brothers Karamazov, and Golyadkin, of The Double, have attempted to repress troubling aspects of their personalities, resulting in the double.”
Immediately, I imagine the two versions of Swift from the “Anti-Hero” music video. One Swift is real, true, sensible. The other is a pot-stirring, self-esteem destroying, alcoholic. During Eras, the huge Swift (monster on a hill) screams and stomps around in the background while the real, true Swift smiles and dances in a sparkle dress onstage. The fandom seems to be referring to these two Swifts as Taylor Swift and TAYLOR SWIFT (TM). Folks have theorized Post-Malone in the Fortnight music video is not necessarily a lover, but a twin, or double, of Swift. This theory is enhances by the Eras visuals during that song, specifically two dancers walking away to the back of the stage, but then becoming one.
More Coyne: “Plath, quoting Dostoyevsky in her thesis, noted that Ivan’s double, Smerdyakov, is “wrinkled” and “yellow.” The distinct differences in appearance between originator and double, she continued, are meant to reflect the protagonist’s mental state and cultural status.”
First of all, yellow. In the Gaylor community, folks have often theorized yellow symbolizes being closeted—a reading based on the symbolic coloring in the 1999 film …But I’m a Cheerleader. However, one need not be a Gaylor to consider the importance of yellow to Swift’s storytelling. Most recently, Swift performed “my tears ricochet” at Eras in a bright yellow dress, as her dancers were dressed for a funeral. Following Coyne’s analysis of Plath's analysis of Dostoyevsky, one could guess Swift is teasing a death of some version of herself.
Coyne discusses how Plath clearly used a “double” of herself to write The Bell Jar. Plath herself spent a summer in New York interning for Mademoiselle. The protagonist in TBJ, Esther, spends a summer in New York interning at a magazine too. To go even further down the rabbit hole, Esther also doubles herself, frequently expressing normalcy on the outside and despair on the inside. On the book's first page, Esther tells her audience, “I was supposed to be having the time of my life.” (Again, I cannot help but hear a Swift echo of, “I can read your mind / she’s having the time of her life” from “I Can Do It With a Broken Heart” about smiling through her depression.) Coyne makes many more references to mirrors and concealing in The Bell Jar, Ether’s split (and sadness) gets worse and worse the more she hides who she is from others. Notably, at a low point, Esther hides under her mother’s bed. (And Swift sings of a post-heartbreak depression, “Afterwards she only ate kids' cereal / And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed.”)
Coyne writes about the “imprisoned” aspect of doubles: “The wound from which Esther tries, and fails, to hide chimes with the inescapable, colonizing double, and Plath’s language again illustrates its penal nature: it is inside Esther, but it traps her like a jail cell.” (Again, I cannot help but see references to “Fresh Out the Slammer”, “The Smaller Man Who Ever Lived,” and the TTPD Eras visuals of cages and cell lighting.)
Coyne, on Plath’s doubles’ names, something Swift has not ever used (or so we think): “From her conception of The Bell Jar all the way to its final revisions, Plath suffered an exhausting amount of anxiety over its heroine’s name.” Plath wrote to a friend, “‘I’ll have to publish it under a pseudonym, if I ever get it accepted, because it’s so chock full of real people I’d be sued to death’...Indeed, this wasn’t mere paranoia; she did have to change her protagonist’s name at the instruction of her editor for legal reasons.”
Coyne continues, “Most novelists likely have concerns about being associated with the characters to whom they give life, especially the ugly ones, and especially when the character resembles its author. Yet what is unique about Plath’s case is her knowledge of the theoretical underpinnings and implications of her choice to push Esther away, and the hold this knowledge assumed on Plath’s work and life. Another look at The Bell Jar with a consideration of Esther as Plath’s double tangles the issue even further, and Plath drops clues for this kind of reading throughout the novel. Esther, for example, sits down to write her own novel and recounts, “My heroine would be myself, only in disguise. She would be called Elaine. Elaine. I counted the letters on my fingers. There were six letters in Esther, too. It seemed a lucky thing.” Not coincidentally, Plath’s first name has six letters as well.” Again, Plath was in a bizarre double infinity loop (like the loop on the Eras stage in “Down Bad”?). Plath was concealing her double, the protagonist in her novel, who was concealing her double, the protagonist in her novel.
Coyne wraps up her findings: “In her thesis, written nearly a decade earlier, as she turned 22 — the year after her first documented suicide attempt — Plath claimed, quoting Otto Rank:
In such situations, where the Double symbolizes the evil or repressed elements in man’s nature, the apparition of the Double “becomes a persecution by it, the repressed material returns in the form of that which represses.” Man’s instinct to avoid or ignore the unpleasant aspects of his character turns into an active terror when he is faced by his Double, which resurrects those very parts of his personality which he sought to escape. The confrontation of the Double in these instances usually results in a duel which ends in insanity or death for the original hero.”
Coyne seems to argue Plath believed an artist's double has the power to become bigger than the artist herself, ultimately killing her. Is TTPD Swift's predetermination of, hopefully, her her double's death instead of her own?
In Conclusion: Plath to her Mentor, Dessner on Swift
Who knows what TTPD is really truly about, and who knows if we ever will.
The biggest Easter egg, hiding in plain sight, is that the album is titled THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. There’s no apostrophe after “poet.” Nor is there an apostrophe after the “s” in “poets.” The department does not belong to a poet or to a collection of poets. It is a department OF tortured poets, perhaps two, to be exact. …or perhaps the album indicates the departure of the tortured poet...and her double.
I’ll sign off with two final quotes from my research:
According to Coyne, three months before Plath died by suicide, she had written a mentor about her second (obviously unfinished) book. Plath wrote, “It is to be called “Doubletake”, meaning that the second look you take at something reveals a deeper, double meaning […] it is semi-autobiographical about a wife whose husband turns out to be a deserter and philanderer although she had thought he was wonderful & perfect.”
According to Aaron Dessner’s TTPD release Instagram post: ”Keep searching and you'll find some new detail, layer or sliver of meaning with each listen.”
SUBREDDIT PS! Shout out to Expensive_Succotash5 for noting the TTPD intro poem's reference to being out of the oven, could be an allusion to Plath's death. Also shout-out to Good-Amphibian-7993 for this connection to a photo of Plath with a rose, not unlike Swift's album rose art.
2024.05.17 03:28 throw_ra878 Tortured Poets—and wolves?—take us from 1989 TV to reputation TV
 | Amid all my attempts to tie The Tortured Poets Department to literature, poems, and the rest of Taylor Swift’s discography, I missed one of the most obvious references possible. With the song “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?” as a play on titles of other works—namely, “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?” and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?—Taylor Swift is calling herself a wolf. submitted by throw_ra878 to GaylorSwift [link] [comments] If Taylor Swift is calling herself a wolf, and that wolf is a dangerous force to be reckoned with, I wondered where else in her filmography or discography Swift has referenced or even identified with wolves, so I set out to see if there is a common (queer) thread tying it together. Swift directly references wolves just three times in her lyrical discography: “Daylight” from Lover and “Guilty as Sin?” and “The Prophecy” from The Tortured Poets Department, plus the indirect reference in the “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?” song title, also from Tortured Poets. However, the first time we meet wolves in Swift’s catalog is in the “Out of the Woods” music video from 1989, where our rabbit hole begins. My thesis: Tortured Poets is the mourning warning for what’s to come on reputation (Taylor's Version), and this is tied together by wolves and light versus dark imagery being threaded from 1989 (Taylor’s Version) through Tortured Poets, in addition to the scenery of the woods, underwater, and the beach. All of this is ultimately leading us out of the woods and into the daylight to fully understand reputation (Taylor's Version) through the lens of Tortured Poets. Are we out of the woods yet?We first see wolves in the “Out of the Woods” music video. A pack of snarling wolves is chasing Swift through a dark forest, even shredding her evening gown (hello, "The Alcott") trying to attack her. Once she emerges from the woods, Swift and the wolves run through a snowy landscape, but it becomes unclear whether Swift is running from or with the wolves. By the end of the music video, Swift and the wolves appear to coexist.https://preview.redd.it/677o64llmz0d1.png?width=1754&format=png&auto=webp&s=9275b63cc50f5970a79e616ba179d06b50a85083 Swift re-released 1989 in 2023, and the lyric video for “Out of the Woods (Taylor’s Version)” shows the exact tour visuals from the 1989 World Tour. The visuals show two wolves running through the dark forest along a body of water that shows their reflections. There are multiple “twos” throughout the lyric video (which have been flashed incessantly during the Tortured Poets era) but there are a few other notable things. First, the wolves appear to be ghosts or phantoms, transparent and glowing only in the moonlight. Second, the two wolves emerge from the forest together, then leap from the cliff and turn to dust as the song ends. For reference for anyone who wants to watch all of these:
Swift “finds herself” on a sunny beach. The version of Swift that has braved and endured the trials and tribulations of the forest, fires, and more reunites with this version of herself. This is the last music video of the seven (! and, of course, "seven" is tied up in this theory later on) released during the original 1989 era, which leads us directly to reputation, namely, “Look What You Made Me Do.” What did we make her do?No, Taylor Swift doesn’t reference wolves on reputation or in the song “Look What You Made Me Do,” but reputation is tied to the symbolism of “Out of the Woods.” The LWYMMD music video opens with the version of Swift we saw at the end of OOTW picking up where we left off, except it appears Swift (or at least her reputation, as is displayed on the gravestone) is dead and buried.Wolves typically represent the untamed, wildness, and freedom. In many adages and fables about wolves, there tends to be a duality, either with wolves versus their domesticated counterparts in dogs or good and light versus evil and dark. For Swift to run from then become a wolf signifies a desire to outrun her own identity—something wild and dangerous—only to accept it and find peace in the light. For Swift to have found this version of herself and come to accept it in OOTW only to see it buried in LWYMMD suggests the thing “we made her do” is kill off that version of herself to save her reputation. I interpret this as a dangerous element of Swift’s self, potentially queerness, being so threatening to her reputation that she was forced to bury or conceal it despite thinking she was finally “out of the woods,” grounding the plane we see Taylor saw the wings off at the end of the music video. Aligned with the Karma/lost album theory, Swift’s plans were scrapped and replaced with reputation, and the thing she sought to do—come out—forced another rebirth in LWYMMD. Swift is notably caged in LWYMMD in an orange jumpsuit reminiscent of a prisoner’s, and there is more caged imagery aligned to wolves later in Swift’s lyrics, especially in the Tortured Poets tracks tied to this theory. More on that soon. To bring this full circle, I believe this is the reason 1989 (Taylor’s Version) is beach-themed: Swift is reclaiming the union of her two selves that she should have been able to claim post-1989 originally before the events that inspired reputation came to be. For some more bonus content, the LWYMMD lyric video includes a typewriter that appears to be writing a manuscript for a film or play: https://preview.redd.it/o7l2ipksmz0d1.png?width=2634&format=png&auto=webp&s=69ad0ea3a3ffb81834bb8ba1f41af6ce9edec09e She only saw daylightSwift mentions wolves for the very first time in her lyrics on “Daylight,” the last track of Lover, her first owned album and what is thought to be the “coming out” album. (And, in my opinion, the aesthetic no one noticed that forced her to become a non-functioning alcoholic.)Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down Maybe I’ve stormed out of every room in this town Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it’s morning now It’s brighter now, nowTo run with the wolves is to live wildly with unbridled freedom, typically against societal norms. In psychology, there is a concept of “women who run with wolves” as women rediscovering their wild and their passions. Several reflections I found on this concept relative to queerness discuss the idea of wolfpacks and tribes, and I see this in “Daylight” as Swift focuses not only on emerging from the darkness herself but bringing someone else with her ("threw out our cloaks and our daggers"), allowing them to abandon the frustration represented by storming out of rooms or the need to run instead of standing in the light. As we know, sadly, Swift returns to the woods in folklore and evermore after another ruining of her “best-laid plans” despite emerging from a “twenty-year dark night” and “throwing out [her cloak and dagger]” in “Daylight.” On The Eras Tour, the folklore and evermore sets take place in the forest at night under a massive moon similar to the one in the “Out of the Woods” lyric video and original tour visuals for 1989. Swift also famously wears a cloak during the “willow” performance on tour. https://preview.redd.it/12m7c6qfoz0d1.png?width=1974&format=png&auto=webp&s=6a397cfccde1a36ff6217ddd6458b5eae5b0f13a Following folklore and evermore, Swift released Midnights, a continued commentary on the light versus dark motif representing “thirteen sleepless nights” across Swift’s life. The next references to wolves don’t come until The Tortured Poets Department. There are two, both on songs that (I believe) describe an identity crisis and struggle: “Guilty as Sin?” and “The Prophecy” as well as the indirect reference in “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?” that started me down this rabbit hole. As noted above, these songs also reference cages and being trapped. She (still) dreams of throwing her life to the wolvesThe Tortured Poets Department plays with dark and light, a frequent motif in Swift’s discography. While the standard version of the album is represented by white with a relaxed image of Swift’s body literally laid back with a notable ray of sunlight over it, The Anthology is near-black and pictures Swift holding her head in anguish.Both versions of The Tortured Poets Department official album artwork, representing light versus dark Swift mentioned that Tortured Poets was written about the “last two years” of her life, and I feel this has been mischaracterized and reduced to focus only on the highly public elements of her love life. Swift likely spent those two years deep in her rerecording process for all four albums following Fearless (Taylor’s Version) and Red (Taylor’s Version). During this two-year timespan, we can assume Swift likely recorded Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) and 1989 (Taylor’s Version) in addition to their releases, and it is likely that Swift has already recorded reputation (Taylor’s Version) and Taylor Swift (Taylor’s Version) in the same timeframe. For Swift to say that Tortured Poets represents "the end of this chapter of the author’s life" most likely signifies a closing door on a period of deep retrospective. I believe this is the crux of Tortured Poets entirely. I find it probable, not just possible, that much of Tortured Poets references this process and Swift’s experience and feelings unearthing and rerecording these albums. In revisiting those “eras” (or times in her actual life as a human being), I imagine the process to be quite painful. For anyone, revisiting diary entries (or souvenirs as Swift calls them in “The Manuscript”) from painful times in one’s life would be difficult enough, but to rerecord music that may have been so painful for entertainment purposes must be another beast altogether, especially after being essentially forced into the retrospective after her album catalog was stolen from her, or potentially viewing the music you wrote at the time differently through the lens of new perspective… Just, ouch. As an aside, with both Midnights and Tortured Poets, Swift seems to be making the “paternity testing” she discusses on reputation of her music more difficult, ascribing the periods of the album-writing to broader swaths of time over her life that weave further into her past, perhaps (and likely) referencing more than her love life or what the public knows. I believe “Guilty as Sin?” refers to the “Out of the Woods” music video. Swift runs from the wolves to save herself, and there’s even a point when Swift jumps off a snowy cliff into the ocean, and it seems Swift dreams about this moment in “Guilty as Sin?” and perhaps the song was even inspired by the 1989 rerecording process. My boredom's bone deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry? I dream of cracking locks Throwing my life to the wolves Or the ocean rocksWe see the same imagery—Swift seemingly drowning in the ocean—on The Eras Tour during “my tears ricochet,” reminiscent of the “Out of the Woods” imagery. Swift sings MTR right after “illicit affairs,” a song in which Swift tells her muse she would “ruin [herself] a million little times” to be with them, the same phenomenon Swift has been singing about since at least 1989. Swift also sings about her “stolen lullabies” during “my tears ricochet,” tying the song to at least the events that triggered the rerecording process. https://preview.redd.it/exucgmxboz0d1.png?width=1142&format=png&auto=webp&s=5cf2926faa89f5e5bd923039e4e2b9394e7eefd5 Potentially also notably, the lyric video for “Is It Over Now?” from 1989 even features sheets swirling like the ocean does in the MTR tour visuals. https://preview.redd.it/qb2um1c9oz0d1.png?width=1198&format=png&auto=webp&s=a6f7b3e9314786420f6b0788d6f4551161faf017 This is notable because during the acoustic set of The Eras Tour, Swift has performed a mashup of “Out of the Woods” and “Is It Over Now?” from 1989 (Taylor’s Version). At the time of writing this post, Swift has sung the mashup twice on her tour, once in Argentina on November 11th—or 11/11, a callback to the doubles and duality concept—and once in Paris on May 10th (which also happened to be the second night of the Paris tour stop, and 10 is a double of 5, for those keeping track at home). Quick, semi-wolf-related tangentSo we’ve established that OOTW and IION? are connected, and I found yet another song that seems to be referencing the same moment in time as OOTW: “But Daddy I Love Him.” In both songs, Swift and her muse experience “the heat” or a backlash against their relationship, then find a seemingly happy ending: In BDILH, Swift’s parents “came around” to accept the relationship, and in OOTW, the monsters were just trees.https://preview.redd.it/9avqekl0xv0d1.png?width=2144&format=png&auto=webp&s=3b5f9d232050387ddd7723936568203b6171122b Linking these three songs, I find it interesting that Swift sings, “But fuck it, it’s over” during BDILH, perhaps an answer to the final track of 1989 (Taylor’s Version) that begs, “Is it over now?” repeatedly. That’s not where the similarities end, either. There are also two references to the phrase “good name” in Tortured Poets. Merriam-Webster defines a “good name” as a person’s good reputation. This leads me to believe these songs, namely “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?” (wolf reference) and “But Daddy I Love Him” directly reference reputation and the scandals that marked the start of the reputation era and what the Lover era tried (yet failed again) to accomplish. https://preview.redd.it/up1tjgc7xv0d1.png?width=1970&format=png&auto=webp&s=963e0bac1f837ff6f9f845bf789dcae75f021b5f As a side note, her “good name” could also be a double entendre nod to Swift’s other upcoming rerecorded album, Taylor Swift (Taylor’s Version), in a very meta sense of the phrase, which would represent a country album that would likely be less well-received coming from an openly queer artist. Back to the wolvesThe last time Swift mentions wolves is in “The Prophecy,” a song from The Anthology version of Tortured Poets, comparing herself to a wolf howling.A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' tableSwift fights against fate, howling at the moon. The coven and sorceress’ table call back to the cloaks and daggers Swift threw out in “Daylight,” signaling that she has found herself yet again in the darkness or night which, of course, is the only time the moon would be visible to howl at. As an aside, this is not dissimilar from the picture she paints of herself in “seven” from folklore, screaming “ferociously anytime [she] wanted,” another song tied to 1989 via The Eras Tour in which Swift had previously (and has now removed) a “seven” x “Wildest Dreams” spoken interlude (or poem!) before the folklore set, further linking the two albums with the woods and darkness motifs, as well as the concept of “wildness” in both songs. Overall, “The Prophecy” seems to describe the version of Swift we see in the “Out of the Woods” music video before she reaches acceptance. Swift is constantly battling against natural elements and forces, fighting back against her true and fated self or the path she finds herself on. There is, however, still a happy ending. The wolves eventually reach the end of the woods together. The heat dies down, the monsters are just trees, and the parents come around. What “The Prophecy” represents are the moments when that journey through the woods seems neverending, not necessarily Swift's current feelings about her life. It’s (almost) overWhen discussing her short film for “All Too Well (Taylor’s Version),” Swift talks about how she would have been unable to create this kind of art without the perspective she’s gained in the years since. The fictionalized version of Swift in Tavi Gevinson’s “Fan Fiction” also comments on the “Taylor’s Version” element of the rerecording, which I find to be an apt description of what it must be like to create and have others consume the art in this context—that listeners should be made to feel uncomfortable with the added context that has come from the retrospective wisdom of the artist in hindsight.In it, Swift says: Her unrealistic expectations should only emphasize the gulf between their experiences. Her capacity for remembering, compared to his, is a symptom of youth. And her need for control, to tell the story, might also be seen as a trauma response. The line “The idea you had of me—who was she?” indicates that he was the first to dehumanize-by-idealizing. It should be unsettling to relisten to the 2012 version with the understanding that they had been living in his fantasy.(Don't even get me started on "Fan Fiction." Or do. Maybe it'll be fun.) In summary, my theory is this: Inserting Tortured Poets between the sequential release of 1989 (Taylor’s Version) and reputation (Taylor’s Version) serves as the necessary lens and context to properly read reputation for what it is and what it represents to Taylor Swift. Not only is Tortured Poets a commentary on fame, identity, and this highly vulnerable process and moment she finds herself in, but the lens through which all her rerecordings must be listened to through. |
2024.05.17 01:21 Weekly_Echo_6568 Is there anyone who is a translator who enjoys poems ?
 | Are you interested in translating lyrical poetry English to Chinese? My friend's biographical poetry manuscript on the life of the Taoist poet Li Bai is written as a narrative travelogue during his exile and would like to have each poem be shown in English and Chinese. He is willing to share the royalties of its successful publication in China 50/50 with the translator or possible discussion of rate. If interested please comment or DM me. submitted by Weekly_Echo_6568 to ChineseTranslation [link] [comments] Here's an example of his work. |
2024.05.17 00:02 adulting4kids Modern Verse
Here's a list of different forms of modern poetry, along with the title, poet, and a quote from a work that made the genre popular:
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- Spoken Word Poetry:
- Title: "Holler If You Hear Me"
- Poet: Saul Williams
- Quote: "I exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias."
- Instagram Poetry:
- Title: "Milk and Honey"
- Poet: Rupi Kaur
- Quote: "you tell me to quiet down cause my opinions make me less beautiful but I was not made with a fire in my belly so I could be put out."
- Hip-Hop Lyrics:
- Title: "The Message"
- Artist: Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
- Quote: "Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge. I'm trying not to lose my head."
- Spine Poetry:
- Title: "A Hummingbird in My House"
- Poet: S.C. Wilson
- Quote: "In my house, the air is filled with a hummingbird's song, sweet and gentle."
- Lyrical Essays:
- Title: "Citizen: An American Lyric"
- Poet: Claudia Rankine
- Quote: "Because white men can’t / police their imagination / black men are dying."
- Instapoetry:
- Title: "The Sun and Her Flowers"
- Poet: Rupi Kaur
- Quote: "how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you."
- Twitter Poetry:
- Title: Twitter poetry often exists as micro-poetry or haikus within the platform.
- Poet: Various Twitter poets
- Quote: "City lights whisper, hearts embrace the night, love blooms in shadows."
- Song Lyrics (Rock):
- Title: "Bohemian Rhapsody"
- Artist: Queen
- Quote: "Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango!"
- Song Lyrics (Rap):
- Title: "Lose Yourself"
- Artist: Eminem
- Quote: "You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime."
- Free Verse Poetry:
- Title: "Leaves of Grass"
- Poet: Walt Whitman
- Quote: "I celebrate myself, and sing myself."
- Ecopoetry
- Title: "The Wild Iris"
- Poet: Louise Glück
- Quote: "You who do not remember / passage from the other world / I tell you I could speak again: whatever / returns from oblivion returns / to find a voice..."
- Afrofuturist Poetry
- Title: "Space is the Place"
- Poet: Sun Ra (also a jazz musician)
- Quote: "Space is the place of the mind; space is the place of the thoughts that are positive."
- Pop Culture Poetry
- Title: "The Princess Saves Herself in This One"
- Poet: Amanda Lovelace
- Quote: "but if you only shine light / on your flaws, all your perfects / will dim."
- Transgressive Poetry
- Title: "Hustle"
- Poet: David Lerner
- Quote: "Life's a fast car on a wet road, with no brakes and bald tires."
- Multimedia Poetry
- Title: "Inanimate Alice"
- Poet: Kate Pullinger and Chris Joseph
- Quote: "Inanimate Alice, Episode 4: 'Hometown' is a work that appeals not only to readers and writers but also to gamers and cinephiles."
- Instapoetry
- Title: "Salt."
- Poet: Nayyirah Waheed
- Quote: "if the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air."
- Digital Minimalist Poetry
- Title: "The New Census: An Anthology of Digital Poetry"
- Poet: Stephane Mallarmé (the digital interpretation)
- Quote: "Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book."
- Concrete Poetry
- Title: "Easter Wings"
- Poet: George Herbert
- Quote: "With thee / O let me rise / As larks, harmoniously, / And sing this day thy victories."
- Postcolonial Poetry
- Title: "The God of Small Things"
- Poet: Arundhati Roy
- Quote: "Things can change in a day. All it takes is for something to happen that's not supposed to happen, and it sets off a chain of events that alters the course of everything."
- Twitterature (Twitter Poetry)
- Title: Various Tweets
- Poet: Contemporary poets like Rupi Kaur, Warsan Shire, and others
- Quote: "In the quietest hours of the night, I find solace in the echoes of your laughter. #moonlightwhispers"
- Multimedia Poetry:
- Title: "Hypertext Hotel"
- Poet: Jodi Ann Stevenson
- Quote: "In the digital corridors, every hyperlink is a door to a new verse."
- Meme Poetry:
- Title: "Internet Memes"
- Poet: Various Internet Users
- Quote: "Impact font wisdom, a generation's humor encapsulated in a single image."
- Neo-Surrealist Poetry:
- Title: "The Persistence of Memory"
- Poet: Salvador Dalí (Visual Art)
- Quote: "The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad."
- Afrofuturist Poetry:
- Title: "Parable of the Sower"
- Poet: Octavia E. Butler
- Quote: "All that you touch, you change. All that you change, changes you."
- Virtual Reality Poetry:
- Title: "VR Dreamscape"
- Poet: VR Experience Designers
- Quote: "In pixelated realms, dreams dance in virtual echoes."
- Magnetic Poetry (Magnetic Words):
- Title: Various Magnetic Poetry Kits
- Poet: Various Magnetic Poets
- Quote: "On fridges and desks, words collide to birth serendipitous verses."
- Post-Internet Poetry:
- Title: "Being and Time in the Internet Age"
- Poet: Kenneth Goldsmith
- Quote: "In the age of information, poetry is reclaimed from the detritus of the digital landscape."
- Transcendentalist Poetry:
- Title: "Walden"
- Poet: Henry David Thoreau
- Quote: "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately."
- Quantum Poetry:
- Title: "The Dancing Wu Li Masters"
- Poet: Gary Zukav (Science and Philosophy)
- Quote: "The fact is, if you see it correctly, everything is dancing."
- Asemic Writing Poetry:
- Title: "The Asemic Poems"
- Poet: Various Asemic Writers
- Quote: "In the absence of recognizable text, the pen dances freely, creating abstract visual poetry."
2024.05.16 22:00 dreaming_wideawake A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
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2024.05.16 21:50 Kam3Chan “What I Wish I Could Say (things are complicated)” — A Poem
Here, a mirror, never seen for who is truely me. "Shut up mirror. You are me! Your thoughts and feelings cannot be right, or I am wrong. You are making me feel crazy!" So I stand as a mirror; slowly disintegrating - smash, crack - every word "Stand still! This you deserve. Stop acting like a whipped puppy!”
A knife, a busted door, empty eyes that do not truly see me ever more. At any moment, an inch becomes a mile from my assault to your suicide in fear I pretend to be a mirror and so I hide from myself my emotions to save a life. Whether it be her’s or mine; what is her's is made out to be mine. Afterall, all I ever wanted was for you to be safe and happy. But what about mine.
"I never wanted you to be like me” Cracks in the mirror ever emerging. But I was never you, that is what made it so traumatizing. If you had been kinder to yourself you wouldn’t have had mistreat me.
There within the mirror disappearing, suffocating, am I really just a mirror? Am I going crazy? I scream my own name as you scream into my face. What am I feeling anymore. This is no longer my body. Piece by piece I am torn away, and piece by piece I am replaced with you.
"Liar, you are not what I see. Don’t you dare contradict me” “Please, I am not you. In truth, this is what I think. I am not a liar — I am me!"
Then it shatters completely. Get away from me, I am unworthy. I give into your self hatred and take full responsiblity.
Broken and lying on the floor amidst the broken glass chipped away from the mirror that once held me back. Self hatred and failure soon to be half a decade worth of thoughts swirling within my head.
All this I deserve, I am the perpetrator in disguise. Within me the responsibility lies.
Many years I lay, until one day an angel's voice rang, "It's a choice then.” I am only responsible for how I act on my own pain. I am worthy of being seen, and will learn to live again. I will begin piece by piece at my own pace, but never again.
Broken glass lays on the floor where I used to be. Ever more and more, I see that I am not your mirror — I am me. Never again will a mirror stand where even as a child I knew it did stand. Never again will I be used in the cross fires of a fight within another’s head.
Projecting an inner fight because it was too painful to own. I adopted your trauma which you attempted to disown. I cannot pretend this okay anymore, I have my own feelings that I need to own.
“This is for your own good” you say. “I am changed!” The same problem worded and hidden in another way. Hidden from your view, even to this day. Sister, I wish you the best and gifts will I send, but from your path I must diverge.
May you find the healing to be compassionate to the child you used to be. Who believed because they felt bad, bad they must really be. May you find now what could have prevented what was done to me. I will not allow any more mirrors to be held up, no more mind reading, no more telling me who I might be. This is my boundary regardless of how you choose to treat me or those around me.
(Just to let whoever reads this know, the moderator is only allowing this poem as a one time thing due to the time it took to write this and its nature. From hence forth when I post I will make sure not to upload poems or lyrics per the community guidelines. Please avoid doing so as well.)
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A knife, a busted door, empty eyes that do not truly see me ever more. At any moment, an inch becomes a mile from my assault to your suicide in fear I pretend to be a mirror and so I hide from myself my emotions to save a life. Whether it be her’s or mine; what is her's is made out to be mine. Afterall, all I ever wanted was for you to be safe and happy. But what about mine.
"I never wanted you to be like me” Cracks in the mirror ever emerging. But I was never you, that is what made it so traumatizing. If you had been kinder to yourself you wouldn’t have had mistreat me.
There within the mirror disappearing, suffocating, am I really just a mirror? Am I going crazy? I scream my own name as you scream into my face. What am I feeling anymore. This is no longer my body. Piece by piece I am torn away, and piece by piece I am replaced with you.
"Liar, you are not what I see. Don’t you dare contradict me” “Please, I am not you. In truth, this is what I think. I am not a liar — I am me!"
Then it shatters completely. Get away from me, I am unworthy. I give into your self hatred and take full responsiblity.
Broken and lying on the floor amidst the broken glass chipped away from the mirror that once held me back. Self hatred and failure soon to be half a decade worth of thoughts swirling within my head.
All this I deserve, I am the perpetrator in disguise. Within me the responsibility lies.
Many years I lay, until one day an angel's voice rang, "It's a choice then.” I am only responsible for how I act on my own pain. I am worthy of being seen, and will learn to live again. I will begin piece by piece at my own pace, but never again.
Broken glass lays on the floor where I used to be. Ever more and more, I see that I am not your mirror — I am me. Never again will a mirror stand where even as a child I knew it did stand. Never again will I be used in the cross fires of a fight within another’s head.
Projecting an inner fight because it was too painful to own. I adopted your trauma which you attempted to disown. I cannot pretend this okay anymore, I have my own feelings that I need to own.
“This is for your own good” you say. “I am changed!” The same problem worded and hidden in another way. Hidden from your view, even to this day. Sister, I wish you the best and gifts will I send, but from your path I must diverge.
May you find the healing to be compassionate to the child you used to be. Who believed because they felt bad, bad they must really be. May you find now what could have prevented what was done to me. I will not allow any more mirrors to be held up, no more mind reading, no more telling me who I might be. This is my boundary regardless of how you choose to treat me or those around me.
(Just to let whoever reads this know, the moderator is only allowing this poem as a one time thing due to the time it took to write this and its nature. From hence forth when I post I will make sure not to upload poems or lyrics per the community guidelines. Please avoid doing so as well.)