Gregor Samsa on my living room chalkboard

by Fady Joudah, from the earth in the attic

(The makeup was a metaphor motherfuckers learn some goddamn reading comprehension.) 

Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,–the domain Of Cynthia,–the wide palace of the sun,– The tent of Hesperus and all his train,– The bosomer of clouds, gold, grey and dun. Blue! ‘Tis the life of waters–ocean And all its vassal streams: pools numberless May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can Subside if not to dark-blue nativeness. Blue! gentle cousin of the forest green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers, Forget-me-not,–the blue-bell,–and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate! - John Keats I've been rereading a lot of Keats, and this poem kinda spoke to me. Maybe it would be something Piper would know... @shells-void @vkm11 @cloudsaysthings @piper-wright @dragonie

The Borgias 2011 / Dracula 2020 / Reassurances to Hades, Kristina Haynes / Dracula A.D. 1972 / The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter / Dracula 1931 / Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, tr. Anne Carson / A Hunger Like No Other, S.K. Osborne 

Guess who’s been re-reading Dracula AND watching a lot of Mischief Movie Night In