A QUÉ EDAD SE DEJAN DE TENER DIÁLOGOS EN TU CABEZA SOBRE COSAS QUE TE GUSTARÍA HABLAR CON ALGUIEN???
Me thinking about a joke I told last week
Tuesday March 21.
World Poetry Day.
Today is a celebration—but perhaps, like all celebrations, just what we are commemorating is something that we must treasure each and every day. Poetry, some might say, is just that: the treasure that artists mine from the sham and drudgery of day-to-day life. For the poet, their art is found not by searching for the exotic, mysterious, glamourous, or seductive, but by what they find before them. What is mundane and routine is as much material to be mined as life's intensities or spectacles. For the poet, the world really is their oyster. And for the rest of us, the work they produce is that very pearl. And every shade of experience, whether joy, grief, banality, intrigue, and beauty, are encapsulated in words, spaces, silence, images, and form. Whether by skill, or by chance, no one really knows, but perhaps the mess and the mystery are one and the same as its profundity. With that in mind, let's celebrate a good thing. And a good thing that is ours each and every day. It's #world poetry day.
With that in mind, we invite you to mark the day here on Tumblr. After all, there is simply no better community of poets and artists who make up this creative sphere, and the evergreen world of all things poetry is, well, your world.
And when all is said and done, you better get writing x
The Lair of the White Worm (1988)
stranger things 4
Mi ausencia no te dolió tanto,
y entonces ahí comprendí muchas cosas.
Lockdown Moons, England 2020 | Taken from my bedroom window
誠修高校の桜 by camerider_k3
Ojalá alguien me dijera “todo va a estar bien, porfa calma tu mente”