windowpane frost

untitled on Flickr.

from here: http://poewar.com/30-poems-in-30-days-2011-day-2/

keep your distance, carefully wasting your time, speak nothing of it. at the last minute, begin to panic. how are we aliens from the same planet? follow this with letters, message after message, tormented journaling daydreaming, wrecking of your plans, crying, being furious at yourself. until cool October, and give in. you're in love. you meant no harm. give in. 

35mm Film shot on 35mm Film by old_skool_paul 

Of late it seems some wave of malaise has washed over these parts of tumblr. The dash is dead more often than not, apart from throw-away posts from people complaining the dash is dead but doing naught about it, really. We are creators, and yet we come here to be entertained by others. Perhaps we have this oft-romanticized “writer’s block”, or perhaps we’re just burned out on life, the universe, and everything. Perhaps we just need a kick in the mother fuckin’ pants. Must I be the one to provide the metaphorical kick to the mother fuckin’ pants once a quarter? Okay, well then, fine. Pleased to meet you. I am the metaphorical pants-kicker round these parts, though I’m wearing none, that’s part of the metaphor, hi. Your name is? You must be new here (unless you’re old, in which case, all apologies). But seriously, buck the fuck up. This is tumblr, love. We live by the week and we love by the minute. We hit it and quit it. Apologies to those who think elsewise but tumblr’s the literary equivalent to “hit it and quit it”. And so I did. But I’m still here. For you. I’m here for you. Writers stand tall; stand proud. Writers keep writing for readers who read. We are the few, the proud, the writers who post long text posts on tumblr and don’t give any fucks, but will still reply to a post with a GIF if a GIF’s given. We acquire this “tumblr-speak” but also substitute our own. We love John Green and Dr. Who and cats doing cat things and GIF’s doing GIF things and life doing life things. Y’all seem so down. You’re dropping one by one. Disillusioned, dissatisfied, dis … dis. I’m not asking you to come back — I’m not even asking you to stay. You do what you want. I’m only asking you to consider, just once, that you have an audience, here. But mostly, I’m asking that audience to show itself. If you’re a reader, stand strong and heart this post. Even if it wouldn’t flow with the aesthetic of your blog. For one moment, let’s admit that sometimes we like reading words. Let’s feel strong in that and let it flow. If you’re a reader, let people know. Don’t be ashamed. If you’re a writer, reblog this post. Let other writers, and other readers, know: You support them, you understand them, you know. We’re all in this together. There are those of us creating original work, here on tumblr (!) — not just curating the work of others — and we deserve to be heard, and seen, and read. We’re a small bit of tumblr, but our content is original and our voice is true. Let’s be heard.