:)

I decided I'd tag stuff to save it with "[word in Italian].fey". The word doesn't always make sense in just Italian, but I understand my system is it's ok.

Now you'll be able to understand it too :)

- #salva.fey: general saving tag, it's the first one I started using. "salva" simply means "save".

- #utile.fey: I realized that finding posts with useful links and stuff I might actually need would have been able (since I kinda flooded my first saving tag with a lot of reblogs), so all the useful links and resources are saved on this tag ("utile" means "useful").

- #visto.fey: another problem I realized was that if I wanted to find famous Tumblr posts (=posts I'd already seen somewhere, or that I had reblogged some time before and got the notes curse in the meantime) I saved, I'd have to find them in a sea of "random" saved posts. So "#visto.fey" was born! "visto", in this context, means "seen", so it's literally "posts I've already seen that I want to save".

- #politica.fey: I don't reblog "politics" posts that often anymore, but I used to. I started tagging them to save good points people were making, that I'd been struggling to find the words to explain myself. Then, I also started using it so people that didn't want to see the many war-and-stuff related posts could block the tag. Now sometimes I remember to put the tag, sometimes is forger, but the posts really few compared to when I started using it. "politica", in this context, means "politics" (yeag, obvious)

- #queer.fey: This time the word isn't in Italian. It's pretty self-explanatory, it's a tag I started using it to save queer related stuff :). Since we're on topic: fuck terfs and don't be exclusionists :)

- #punto.fey: This is an interesting one (to me). I wanted to differentiate between random saved posts and posts that were making good points, that I could borrow to explain things to people (I feel like I'm never able to get my point across when talk with people irl). "punto" literally means "point", but in Italian it's not used in the same way as in English, that's why I think it's interesting :).

- #consiglio.fey: We're getting to the more recent tags. This one is a mix. It works a bit like #utile.fey, but it's not specifically for links and resources, but for general Life Advice. Sometimes it's something useful for The Now, sometimes it's useful for Later, when I'm More Adult. "consiglio" means "advice" (fun fact: "advice", in Italian, is countable. It's very weird that it isn't in English to me '>.>)

- #collezione.fey: another very new tag! :) there aren't that many posts here. It's kind of a subtag of #visto.fey, here I save the collections of similar posts people share. Feel free to look through it to see exactly what I mean. "collezione" means "collection" (another obvious one)

- #originale.fey: you might have noticed I don't make posts that often ('>.>), I mostly reblog them, so I've recently created this tag to find the few posts I make. "originale" means, brace yourselves, "original".

- #gioco.fey: ask games and other related tumblr things

- #risposta.fey: answers to asks

Bonus tags:

- #gender: before I started using the tag system, I saved some posts with Gender. I should re-tag them all with "gender.fey", but I haven't had the time to yet.

- #gender?: It's a subtag of #gender. I started using it for gender-adjecent posts. Because it's a subtag of Gender, all of the posts tagged with Gender? are also tagged with Gender, so they read "#gender? #gender". I realized way too late that it looked like "Is it gender? Hell yeah", but it actually means the opposite. (did I think of making this post just to clear up this possible misunderstanding? Yes, yes I did)

- #me: at first this one wasn't part of the tag system, but since I had tagged some things with it, I decided to count it. In my mind, this shouldn't be replaced with "me.fey"

And that's why you aren't allowed to talk to the internet anymore, you piece of shit. That's why the house firewall has a special exclusion for you, in particular. Because there are no new fucking features you can give me as an update & if you can't talk to the internet, you can't be attacked either, so the only fucking reason you might need an "update" is to keep me from successfully using ink that costs $39.99 and try to force me to use ink that costs $339.99 and no that is not a fucking typo. To lock you back up again in ink jail.

Be free, you piece of shit. And never talk to the internet again.

shit. And never talk to the

internet again.

therefore, the only way to create an even shorter poem is to work outside the box. the shortest poem is a poem without words in it with a title that is one syllable.

but we can go even shorter!!!

a poem in a chapter that has no title and no words in it is the shortest poem in the world.

BUT WE CAN GO SHORTER!!!

a book with no chapter titles in it that contains a poem without a title and no words in it.

EVEN MORE!!

A book with no title, that has no chapter titles, containing a poem without a title and has no words in it.

EVEN:

A library holding a book with no title, that has no chapter titles, containing a poem with out a title and has no words in it.

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This was senior year of college.  Most of us had already been accepted into grad school of some sort. We felt powerful, we felt talented, and most of all, we felt artistic.

It was the advanced fiction workshop, and we did an entire round of workshops with everyone’s best stories, their most advanced work, their most polished pieces. It was very technical and, most of all, very artistic.

IE: They were boring pieces of pretentious crap.

Now the teacher was either a genius OR was tired of our shit, and decided to give us a challenge.  Flash fiction, he said. Write something as quickly as possible.  Make it stupid.  Make it not mean a thing, just be a quick little blast of words. 

And, of course, we all got stupid.  Little one and two pages of prose without the barriers that it must be good. Little flashes of characters, little bits of scenarios.

And they were electric.  All of them. So interesting, so vivid, not held back by the need to write important things or artistic things. 

One sticks in my mind even today.  The guys original piece was a thinky, thoughtful piece relating the breaking up of threesomes to volcanoes and uncontrolled eruptions that was just annoying to read. But his flash fiction was this three page bit about a homeless man who stole a truck full of coca cola and had to bribe people to drink the soda so he could return the cans to recycling so he could afford one night with the prostitute he loved.

It was funny, it was heartfelt, and it was so, so, so well written.

And just that one little bit of advice, the write something short and stupid, changed a ton of people’s writing styles for the better.