In the one, freedom
and in the other
justice
The gaze wanders
from one
to the other
Never meeting
never able to unite
never merging
Only existing side by side
Exploited
Bent over
Enslaved
In the hands of those
who wanted to separate
what belongs together
si_irini
@tayfonay
Found my vessel wheeling, aside grey whale yelling.
Normally they are deep diving, hurricane coming suddenly.
Captain feels lot of tuna in belly. Directions is not at need. How we human defies it came from nothing?
Me, them or… nothing!
(title is absence)
Why darkness can only tear like this,
deep down into the abyss
Now the steps are heavy as stones
Hard to carry, so sore
Plagues and thoughts
now become pain, make themselves known
Does not let the brain hope
Soul does not run smoothly
Thoughts should be wiped away
Solutions that are then human and colorful
si_irini
I pray He hears this lament
That one day
His mighty hand might
Pluck me from exile
The dingy world of worry
Bestowing upon me once more
The honor of being needed
How strange, that we are housed in perishable clay, yet speak in eternities. We dream not in skin, but in stars; not in pulses, but in prayers. And still, our feet are bound to the earth, to its dust and ache, its hunger and heat. We walk it not as owners, nor as children, but as phantoms dressed in temporary substance.
Rocketry is humanity’s upward prayer, written in fire and steel. And as the rocket rises, it reminds us that even from this small blue world, we can dare to reach for the distant and the unknown.
If you don't want your kids reading certain books in their library, just tell them to look away... like you do for genocide.
Rocketry is humanity’s upward prayer, written in fire and steel. And as the rocket rises, it reminds us that even from this small blue world, we can dare to reach for the distant and the unknown.
‘How much more effective and more accurate it would be, [Jorges Luis Borges] mused, to say “it thinks” rather than “I think”. Stress would then no longer be laid on man as the cause and effect, he would then be considered more an instrument responsive to external events.’
- Jasia Reichardt, ‘A Meeting with Borges’, Jorge Luis Borges: My Work In Prose, A Lecture Given in London, May 6, 1971 (London: Obscure Publications, 1971) p.iv.
Only just got hold of this booklet over the weekend, so hadn’t seen this when developing the ‘I:ts’ idea in Masked Media. Wish I had. Would have made a great epigraph.
http://www.openhumanitiespress.org/books/titles/masked-media/
Attendez, je découvre Prose, une alternative à Slack, style Mattermost, basée sur XMPP : https://prose.org/blog/introducing-prose/
Ça a l'air incroyable ! Quelqu'un⋅e a déjà testé ?
https://www.europesays.com/2153934/ Hindi Embraces Environmental Awareness in Literature #33YearsOfDownToEarth #Environment #hindi #LITERATURE #NatureWritesBack #poetry #Prose
May 22, 2025:
What is a "haibun"?
A haibun (俳文) is a short piece that combines prose and poetry (a haiku), with a subtle or direct link between the prose and the haiku.
Here's my first one, "My brother's fall" on Medium.
Haibun, "My brother's fall"
https://medium.com/@romanalanwrites/my-brothers-fall-134a0a8a6830
My Medium stuff should be open and accessible to all – let me know if it's not.
