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owlsongsandgoblinlaughs:

talkingpiffle:

sandovers:

sandovers:

talkingpiffle:

Late-night thought: modern-day Lord Peter would be into Leonard Cohen the way canon Peter is into Donne.

My lady can sleep
Upon a handkerchief
Or if it be Fall
Upon a fallen leaf.

I have seen the hunters
kneel before her hem
Even in her sleep
She turns away from them.

The only gift they offer
Is their abiding grief
I pull out my pockets
For a handkerchief or leaf.

I stopped to listen, but he did not come. I begain again with a sense of loss. As this sense deepened I heard him again. I stopped stopping and I stopped starting, and I allowed myself to be crushed by ignorance. This was a strategy, and didn’t work at all. Much time, years were wasted in such a minor mode. I bargain now. I offer buttons for his love. I beg for mercy. Slowly he yields. Haltingly he moves toward his throne. Reluctantly the angels grant to one another permission to sing. In a transition so delicate it cannot be marked, the court is established on beams of golden symmetry, and once again I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high, and no higher.

Poem 50 from “Book of Mercy”

#the vibe is: #erotic theology (via @thebridgesandtunnels)

#sacred? profane? which box do i tick? [cry on page until all is paper pulp = both boxes ticked] (via @harrietvane)

ironinkpen:

eternally-a-dreamer:

ironinkpen:

on another note, you know who else i’d definitely fight? fucking dante alighieri

JOIN THE FUCKING CLUB. i want to fight dante so bad. can i have your reasoning.

god the entirety of the divine comedy was him wanking it. look at me i’m fucking dante and i’m going on a spirit quest through the afterlife because the virgin mary wants to save my soul in particular for some reason. my enemies? all in hell. my writing crush virgil? keeps giving me life advice because he’s also invested in my success as a human being for some reason (but i’m not saying i’m special or anything i’m humble and scared and i’ll faint a few times to prove it). my dead girlfriend who was never actually my girlfriend and i met like twice in my life but for some reason love more than my actual wife? she’s here!! and it turns out she loves me back!!! so much in fact that she prayed for my soul and the virgin mary decided to do her a solid and help me out!!! so now i get to meet all of these saints and oh yeah also literally see god

like okay i’m sure it was beautifully written in the original italian and i can appreciate the impact it had on the genre but dear lord it was really just a long biblical self-insert fanfiction