Tag: poetry

madlori:

albymangroves:

trickybonmot:

My name is fan
And wen its nite
Wen normal fowk
ar sleeping tite
Wen showrunners
Hav ben a dic
I do the thing.
I rite the fic.

My name fanarts
And wen its nite
Wen tumblr fowk
shitpost and fite
I drink de wine
i read the fic
I do the thing.
I art the dic.

I’d just like to go on the record that I really miss the “lik the bred” meme.

seepunkrun:

[Vid: Billy Collins, former US Poet Laureate, reads his poem “Forgetfulness” with animation by Julian Grey of
Head Gear.]

Forgetfulness

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,

well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

I’m gonna see him!  and Aimee Mann.  And I’m dragging my girls along.  Because culture.

And they’re going to be funny in that way that makes children ask, “why is that funny!?!”

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

From my new Birthday Fic for rabidchild67, “What Spring Does…”

“Are you reading porn?”

“What?” Chris asks, lowering his book and looking up at Zach. “No. It’s poetry.”

Of course it is. Chris has an intimate relationship with
words, after all. This shouldn’t be surprising. “You’re hard. And you’re
fondling yourself. Which has me hard.”

Chris raises his eyebrows.

“You’re not reading?”

“Oh, I am. Just… not my book.” Zach takes a deep breath and eyes the
way the fabric of Chris’ shirt drags as his fingers move against it.
“You’re not allowed to use this anymore,” he adds, taking the offending
hand a pulling it across his lap, over Chris’ head. “Keep reading if you
want to, but I’ll be the one fondling you.”

Chris doesn’t resist his right hand being pinned over his head, and
he seems torn between finishing the page he’s on and focusing on Zach,
at least until Zach’s right hand drops to that spot Chris had been
worrying on his thigh and starts scratching circles of his own.

Chris’ reaction is almost violent. He nearly jackknifes at the touch,
and then his book falls and his hand drops to his chest, and he squirms
his legs open to grant Zach more access.

“My, you are wound up. You sure it’s just poetry?”

Chris’ eyes have fallen shut. “Neruda.”

“Ah, emotional porn in sensual language. No wonder you’re hard.”

“What Spring Does…”

ao3feed-pinto:

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1KsuSxO

by Anonymous

Rabidchild67 asked, “So who’s writing the blindfolded, tied up pie fic where zach makes him come by touching everything BUT his dick?”

And I volunteered as Tribute.

This has also inadvertently become one of the Poetry Pinto fics. The title is excerpted from Pablo Neruda’s “Every Day You Play,” which makes an appearance in the story.

Also, Happy Belated Birthday, RC!

Words: 2479, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1KsuSxO

The thing is done rabidchild67, vulcan-science, and semper-ama.  Thanks to Juno and mightymads for reviewing

Wordplay as Foreplay, the Poetry Fics – The Edited Version

In my continued PSA about non-AO3 Pinto fics, I rediscovered a story that I read years ago and loved, and then lost.  Zach is a poet, and the original poetry in the story is actually really striking.

And then it reminded me of another story, in which Chris and Zach text each bits of poetry long distance.

Both are gorgeously written and evocative.  Only one is non-AO3, but I linked them here for you, because they are linked in my mind.  If you know of any other fics focused on poetry, please feel free to add them and reblog.  I love this trope.

Title:  The Retiring of Joyce Dramis
Author:  ewinfic
Summary:  Pintofest prompt by babykid528
– “Zach’s an excellent poet… secretly.  Only his mom and brother know
he’s the author.  As it turns out Zach is Chris’ favorite poet – Chris
actually wrote a big final paper at Berkeley all about Zach’s poetry.”

Title: This is Just to Say 
Author:  reginalds
Summary:  My favourite part of the canonical bromance between Chris Pine
and Zachary Quinto is that they’re both literary nerds. And that they
confine their displays of masculinity to the MASTERY OF THE ENGLISH
LANGUAGE. And you guys, I am such a hopeless and devoted English major,
and I am just not strong enough to resist the lure of grown men who fly
spaceships and use words like “moribund” and “zeitgeist” in interview
situations. So this is a story of how boy wooed boy.

Adding, one more that I’d forgotten was so poetry-laden.  The other suggestions were literary, but not necessarily poetic.

Title: Suave Sesquipedalian Bastard
Author:  blcwriter
Summary:  Chris is trapped in an inferno of words, and Zach Quinto is the devil stoking the fire.

I find it interesting that the last two use some of the same poems, and I’m wondering if Chris said in an interview once what his favorites were, or if there’s some other meta reason for that.

And edited again, adding one more that I wrote after the original post.  It didn’t start out as a poetry fic, but it did end up using a poem… to porny ends. 

Title: ”What Spring Does”
Author: AtoTheBean
Summary:  Rabidchild67 asked, “So who’s writing the blindfolded, tied up pie fic
where zach makes him come by touching everything BUT his dick?”