"Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out."
—

(Source: nothecowsaysmooo)

2 notes / #casey at the bat #poetry


keldulmo:

i don’t think i’ve ever agreed with anything more than what this man is saying

watch this. seriously

47,639 notes / #i don't agree with this 100% #but #man this is great #poetry


Un lenguaje universal

theeworldisours:

“La matemática es un lenguaje universal” me dijo mi papá.
“Los números no conocen la discriminación” me dijo mi mamá.

I was four, getting ready for kindergarten & numbers.

My parents:
       They tried to warn me about my language.
                  tried to tell me that sooner than later,
                  someone would come along and tell me:
                       ”Hablas el español como pocha” &
                       ”You speak english with an accent”
       They tried to warn me that my language would not be good enough.

At four, I was thrown into English,
       a foreign language.
Teachers told me:
       ”Spanish, little one, it won’t get you far.
         You need to learn English.
         The educated speak English.”

They did whatever they could to take my native tongue from me
and back then,
        I was grateful.
               Grateful that they were teaching me something my parents couldn’t
               Grateful that they changed the Ll to Y in Yesenia
               Grateful that they were leading me into the world of English.

        Now, I resent them.
               Resent them for telling me my language wasn’t beautiful
                                          for telling me that my language was shit
                                                       and for the “underdeveloped”

Ahora, ves a los gringos hablando español
        and they are cultured.
                cultured & bilingual.
        I was bilingual.
        Now, I’m a derivation of both.

See, I don’t speak Spanish.
Y tampoco hablo el inglés.
I speak a bastardization of both.

“Math is a universal language” said my dad.
“Numbers don’t know discrimination” said my mom.

(via dakreeeets)

238 notes / #poetry #spanish #political


"I bought plum blossoms
more for the name
than for the color;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I’ll take it."
— Dorothea Grossman, “Untitled”

(Source: larmoyante, via technicolorrelays)

1,041 notes / #ansley you might like this #poetry


three haikus ii

wewereajigsaw:

i.
jesus fucking christ
another fucking haiku
i’m sick of this shit

ii.
cherry blossoms fall
at the speed of oh my god
no one fucking cares

iii.
write some poetry
about cool shit like bar fights
you goddamn wankers

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7,435 notes / #poetry #easily the best thing I've read ina while


flyingonthefriendshipship:

Would you kill him in his bed?
Thrust a dagger through his head?
I would not, could not, kill the King.
I could not do that evil thing. 
I would not wed this girl, you see.
Now get her to a nunnery.

~ Green Eggs and Hamlet 

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9,110 notes / #hamlet #poetry


iamohjay: hamstergal: curiousercreature: letsallnukethewhales: madlori: nevver: The alphabet fades away Would you like to read a book in which this happens? It’s one of my all-time favorite books.  It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn.  He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.” It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”  That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment. Then another tile falls.  Then another. The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts. Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall.  So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five. The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room. It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy.  It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon. GO READ IT RIGHT NOW. WOW I want to read that book Very rarely is there a book that I must read at any costThis is now one of them Note: locate book Oh man that’s awesome. Must read

iamohjay:

hamstergal:

curiousercreature:

letsallnukethewhales:

madlori:

nevver:

The alphabet fades away

Would you like to read a book in which this happens?

It’s one of my all-time favorite books.  It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn.  He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.”

It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”  That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment.

Then another tile falls.  Then another.

The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts.

Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall.  So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five.

The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room.

It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy.  It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon.

GO READ IT RIGHT NOW.

WOW I want to read that book

Very rarely is there a book that I must read at any cost
This is now one of them

Note: locate book

Oh man that’s awesome. Must read

(via noelleagain)

89,162 notes / #to read #books #poetry


"

Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

"
—

“Ode to Spot”, written by Lieutenant Commander Data. 

Star Trek: The Next Generation 

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427 notes / #POETRY #tng #star trek


sagansense:

Picture of the Big Bang (a.k.a. Oldest Light in the Universe)
via minutephysics

(via somuchscience)

267 notes / #poetry #science


apathyisthenewblack: Glasgow is my New York, though our ‘cabs’ are painted black, our summers filled with rain and booze, our sidewalks full of cracks, our Bronx is known as Easterhouse, our Brooklyn, Maryhill, our Brooklyn Bridge is squiggly, pound coins are dollar bills, our image is still gritty, and though New York doesn’t love you, Glasgow will until the day you die, even if that’s because it plugged you, Our Yankees play in green and white, our Mets they play in blue, our junkies stay as high as yours, our crime rate’s that way too, and we don’t have a Lady Liberty, no we can’t compete with that, but we have my good man Wellington, who wears a traffic cone as a hat

apathyisthenewblack:

Glasgow is my New York,
though our ‘cabs’ are painted black,
our summers filled with rain and booze,
our sidewalks full of cracks,
our Bronx is known as Easterhouse,
our Brooklyn, Maryhill,
our Brooklyn Bridge is squiggly,
pound coins are dollar bills,
our image is still gritty,
and though New York doesn’t love you,
Glasgow will until the day you die,
even if that’s because it plugged you,
Our Yankees play in green and white,
our Mets they play in blue,
our junkies stay as high as yours,
our crime rate’s that way too,
and we don’t have a Lady Liberty,
no we can’t compete with that,
but we have my good man Wellington,
who wears a traffic cone as a hat

(Source: idontlovey0u, via britishbullet)

1,449 notes / #poetry