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I have been oddly silent on DW lately, while I spam twitter. But this evening during commute I wound up writing a found poem constructed entirely of things on my twitter feed during said commute, and I thought I'd share it.

#odetopopculture

When you say effigy, I think of voodoo dolls
all with newborn novels at once, all hammering out plot arcs and character
yours is .. left blank on purpose?
    nope just vaguely stoned and watching captain america!
    and also with a truly regrettable mustache

I just don't think I understand the point of Glee
This is torture and I know how it ends.
    oh no wait, that's the sulfur smell of new jersey

The future is made of me being punched in the face.
Everyone. Must watch.
self indulgent guitars! And ps: the jewfro is BACK!
    (Let's pretend I don't know that.)

Spoiler alert: LL Cool J does not actually speak Japanese.
Steven Tyler meets Fall Out Boy meets Robert Pattinson from Twilight meets My Chemical Romance
    and no sparkly lip gloss

It's National Poetry Month! I am a big fan of National Poetry Month, but I know not everyone who follows me is. So, here's a general idea of the way I post during the period:

I tend to post 1-3 times a week over the course of the month. I usually have some commentary outside a cut and keep the poem under the cut. I post out-of-copyright poems publicly and more recent poetry behind an access lock on the grounds that poets who are still working should be able to control the online searchability of their own work. If I have not granted you access and you're interested in reading more poetry, let me know and I'll add you. (Honestly, the primary use of my access filter is things like this.)

Last year I posted only poems that were themselves transformative works; I've got one major instance of that that I'm planning on posting this year, but for the most part I think I'm going to be sticking to poetry by queer poets that reflects on the queer experience, because that's the headspace that I'm in right now. Also because last week feverbeats posted a request for more queer poetry and I have a mountain of it to share.

I have a few dedicated tags related to the subject: poetry is the obvious one. Because of last year, the bulk of my transformative works tag is poetry-related. I also have a few tags for entries related to some of my favorite poets: Anne Carson, Catullus, John M. Ford, W.H. Auden. Apparently I have NO OVID TAG. This is upsetting, and possibly needs to be rectified this month. I also have no AE Housman tag, which I choose to believe is a sign of increased emotional maturity since moving to Dreamwidth, but which will almost certainly be changed this month if I'm really going to stick with the queer poets. (I promise though, there will be NO "Diffugere Nives", because I don't need it as an emotional crutch any more! *uses Housman icon to spite self*)

Ok, all that taken care of: a few nights ago I chanced upon an incredibly delightful Auden poem which is, you know, pretty good out of context, but is deliciously catty given the appropriate context. Especially given the attention given to the Isherwood/Auden relationship in the recent Christopher and His Kind biopic, now seems like the perfect time to pimp this historical relationship to you, o flist.

So first, I'm including a ton of context from assorted Isherwood autobiographies ( below the cut )

( I Am Not a Camera )

So, yesterday was not very successful from a skiing perspective, but the failure at skiing was a productive failure, in terms of random silly creative output.

( Tragedy, Williams, Gorey )