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a wounded animal
@prayersforpigeons.bsky.social
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there can be no virtue where there is servitude.

i am the spirit that denies.
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how is this even a question
cruel & pernicious crew perfidious yet kindhearted shrew
September 1, 2026 at 11:52 AM
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laura riding
SO SLIGHT It was as near invisible As night in early dusk. So slight it was, It was as unbelievable As day in early dawn. The summer impulse of a leaf To flutter separately Gets death and autumn. Such faint rebellion Was lately love in me. So slight, it had no hope or sorrow, It could but choose A passing flurry for its nuptial, Drift off and fall Like thistledown without a bruise.
August 14, 2026 at 6:36 PM
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laura riding
Take hands. There is no love now. But there are hands. There is no joining now, But a joining has been Of the fastening of fingers And their opening. More than the clasp even, the kiss Speaks loneliness, How we dwell apart, And how love triumphs in this.
August 14, 2026 at 2:48 PM
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"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to... - "No live organism can continue for long to exist... - "No live organism can continue for long to exist... - "No live organism can continue for long to exist...
August 13, 2026 at 1:40 PM
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philip larkin
When first we faced, and touching showed How well we knew the early moves, Behind the moonlight and the frost, The excitement and the gratitude, There stood how much our meeting owed To other meetings, other loves. The decades of a different life That opened past your inch-close eyes Belonged to others, lavished, lost; Nor could I hold you hard enough To call my years of hunger-strife Back for your mouth to colonise. Admitted: and the pain is real. But when did love not try to change The world back to itself–no cost, No past, no people else at all– Only what meeting made us feel, So new, and gentle-sharp, and strange?
August 11, 2026 at 8:40 PM
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He says of himself: "The worst enemy that you can meet will always be yourself; it is for yourself that you lie in wait in caverns and forests. ... You will be a heretic to yourself, and a wizard, and a diviner, and a fool, and a doubter, and a reporbate, and a scoundrel. You must be ready to be burned in your own flame; how could you be renewed, if you have not first been reduced to ashes!"¹
August 11, 2026 at 6:04 PM
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what do you *mean* my lexicon is ""middling""
August 7, 2026 at 6:11 PM
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what are we even doing here
teenagers being edgy is a totally understandable trauma response to lived experience of ageism. many of us experience infantalization because of our age, have to deal with nuclear family and compulsory education,
July 28, 2026 at 2:29 AM
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not sure this guy knows what "cynic" means
I'm the biggest political cynic you'll ever meet. But I'm pretty sure this guy is the real thing, and a man destined to go down as an important figure in American history when the fascists are defeated.
July 22, 2026 at 1:47 AM
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best of the best
#1!! best of the best!!!! [orange cat on couch with front paws crossed eyes closed literally chilling!!!!!]
July 18, 2026 at 11:04 PM
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with my #1 guy
orange cat relaxing on a couch
July 18, 2026 at 10:32 PM
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just going off wikipedia it seems like shakespeare was known (dryden became the first poet laureate of england in the 1660s) but not so universally hyped up as he would be later
Between the Restoration of the monarchy in 1660 and the end of the 17th century, classical ideas were in vogue. As a result, critics of the time mostly rated Shakespeare below John Fletcher and Ben Jonson.[246] Thomas Rymer, for example, condemned Shakespeare for mixing the comic with the tragic. Nevertheless, the poet and critic John Dryden rated Shakespeare highly, saying of Jonson, "I admire him, but I love Shakespeare".[247] He also famously remarked that Shakespeare "was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards, and found her there."[248] For several decades, Rymer's view held sway but during the 18th century, critics
July 17, 2026 at 3:22 AM
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dont mix these drugs! you might have longer, more satisfying, more adventurous sex!

[ACTUALLY DO NOT TAKE THEM TOGETHER IT CAN KILL YOU]
Besides that, the combination of sildenafil and poppers (or any drug that lowers inhibitions) can potentially increase the risk of contracting a sexually transmitted disease due to risky sexual behaviour, such as: Consumers can sustain more and longer sexual encounters Decreased inhibitions may potentially lead to risky sexual practices
July 13, 2026 at 8:53 PM
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james wright
THE MORALITY OF POETRY To Gerald Enscoe I stood above the sown and generous sea Late in the day, to muse about your words: Your human images come to pray for hands To wipe their vision clear, your human voice Flinging the poem forward into sound. Below me, roaring elegies to birds, Intricate, gray, the waters crawled the sands, Heaving and groaning, casting up a tree, A shell, a can to clamber over the ground: Slow celebration, cluttering ripple on wave. The waters of that sound blew gray and white And meaningless to me who had a mind; And so to you, who had a word to say. I wondered when the complicated sea Would tear and tangle in itself and die, Sheer outrage hammering itself to death Or loud delight deafening its own delight. And so I might ha e mourned the empty sky Where gluttonous scavengers barked in the rain— A hundred gulls descending to the froth, Their bodies clumped together, lost to me. Counting those images, I meant to say A hundred gulls decline to nothingness; But, high in cloud, a single naked gull Shadows a depth in heavens for the eye.
July 9, 2026 at 6:53 PM
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james wright
ELEGY IN A FIRELIT ROOM The window showed a willow in the west, But windy dry. No folly weeping there. A sparrow wrung a wire about its breast And spun across the air.
July 9, 2026 at 6:42 PM
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a bunch of fledgling barn swallows, fully grown & feathered but not quite ready to give up being fed by their parents & sleeping in the nest
July 7, 2026 at 9:21 PM
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boris pasternak
MOOCHKAP The spirit sweats—the horizon's tobacco-tinged—like a thought. Windmills image a fishing village: boats and weathered nets. The village of torpid mindwills hovers like a motionless harbor. All smells of weary stasis, uneasiness, and grief. The hours skip past like stones, ricochet across the shallows, not drowning, keeping afloat, tobacco-tinged—like thought. There's time before the train but it's drowned by apathy, sunk in limbo, the roliling turbulence before a storm.
July 5, 2026 at 3:25 AM
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i know its been like a year since the album released but is there a more evil opening to a song
[Intro] This goes out to all the landlords in New York City All across the world, you know what I mean? You know what I'm saying? It's kind of difficult Crazy tenants and all this Know what I'm saying?
June 29, 2026 at 7:35 PM
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solid enough review but this part's a laugh
Again, a trend we see happening today. Capital will create an environmentally sound situation, & we see how big business today as well as political parties in the elections have jumped on that band-wagon. In fact the adaptability of capital now is even making a business out of creating non-pollutant wrappers/products etc. Not on a satisfactory scale, for sure, but the seeds do seem to have been sown.
June 29, 2026 at 12:25 AM
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i think step 4's where we messed up...?
June 28, 2026 at 6:27 PM
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1 like = 1 song i like
June 20, 2026 at 3:19 AM
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laura riding
CURE OF IGNORANCE The dogs still bark, And something is not clear. From ignorance dogs barked always. How to enlighten them? There are no dogs now— They do but bark. What is not clear is what is clear. Dogs have the scent, Yet nothing runs like prey. Shall we seem to disappear Until the dogs stop barking? There is no other way to explain.
June 15, 2026 at 5:31 AM
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parenting
June 14, 2026 at 2:47 AM
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quickness
June 14, 2026 at 2:46 AM
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What good now his clear-sightedness, when all his accounts with life were ended? What advantage to him in the fact that something began "to shine" at the bottom of the pit into which wlhe had fallen, in the fact that "he suddenly recognized the true direction"? What answer is there to this question? — "To protect them [those around him] and himself from suffering!" And is that all? The last words of Ivan Ilyitch, when he heard someone say "It is ended," were, "Death is ended. It no longer exists." What does this mean? "That there was no longer any death. Instead of death there was light." How does Tolstoy explain in his inward soul this terrible tragedy of an innocent man? His answer is the preachment, "Love your neighbor and work." But no one asks this of him. He himself does not ask it of himself. After we have read "Ivan Ilyitch" we are not at all interested in knowing how to save ourselves from his terrible fate. On the contrary, with Belinsky we demand that account be taken of every victim of history and of circumstance, and not only do we not wish to climb to the highest rung of the ladder of culture but are, on the contrary, ready to throw ourselves down head first if no answer is given us with regard to Ivan Ilyitch.
June 14, 2026 at 12:01 AM