from The Memory Palace, by Nate DiMeo
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from The Memory Palace, by Nate DiMeo

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everyone say your favorite poem please
Is your window open right now?
I'm outside, buddy
No, the air quality is bad
No, my window is stuck
No, it's too hot
No, it's too cold
No, it's storming
Yes
No window
Something else
Is your window open right now?
I'm outside, buddy
No, the air quality is bad
No, my window is stuck
No, it's too hot
No, it's too cold
No, it's storming
Yes
No window
Something else
Options missing on this poll:
No, I'm in bed and don't sleep with the window open
No, I just don't wanna
I needed a few seconds to see this as a poll suggestion... First I thought this is a poem, but I guess it works both ways
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling
these exchanges and this fiddling about for the collective to appreciate in passing is, to me, true artistic spirit. I don't know what the past was truly like to live, but in my heart i know that humans have always been... like this
Okay, this made me pause and literally write out every letter that 'fell' in order (‘oomngouuhhrsrtutpntnue’), then make sure they were all contained in 'turntomushuponthergroun'.
They are, and it's very satisfying.

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Okay, this made me pause and literally write out every letter that 'fell' in order (‘oomngouuhhrsrtutpntnue’), then make sure they were all contained in 'turntomushuponthergroun'.
They are, and it's very satisfying.
coincidentally, "oomngouuhhrsrtutpntnue" is the sound I make when it's autumn
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol* moon’s stuck in a time loop. do you have extra ammo? this won’t be enough. nasa employee: enough for…what? astronaut: *finding extra clip of ammo, pocketing it, and getting back on the rocket-ship* don’t worry about it!
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *emerging from supply closet with a space harpoon, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: what? nasa employee: how did you know what i was going to say? astronaut: *punching in key pad code for base evacuation signal, getting back on the rocket-ship* i told you…moon’s stuck in a time loop. *red warning lights begin flashing*
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *rifling thru bookshelf of operating instructions, selecting one that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. hey, do you have anything to eat? i’m starving. *opens random drawer, finds nothing, closes it* nasa employee: a time loo- uh, we don’t have food in here…we can’t…eat in the control room, only the break-room. astronaut: *sighs* nasa employee:…my lunch is in like 10 minutes, though, and if my lunch is actually STILL THERE and not STOLEN, AGAIN, i can share it with yo- astronaut: nah, that’s ok…no time. *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* or…too much time. but thanks, anyway. OK, bye! *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: you’re…welcome? wait, a TIME LOOP?!
Voting as Fire Extinguisher
by Kyle Tran Myhre
When the haunted house catches fire: a moment of indecision.
The house was, after all, built on bones, and blood, and bad intentions.
Everyone who enters the house feels that overwhelming dread, the evil that perhaps only fire can purge.
It’s tempting to just let it burn.
And then I remember: there are children inside.
They say your name is a gift
That your parents gave you
And you should be grateful
But my name has never felt like a gift
It's a burden they forced me to carry,
A stone weighing on my chest
My friends call me my chosen name
And when I'm with them,
I can place the stone down
If only for a little while.
But then I hear my given name,
My burden,
And the weight crashes down on me again.

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Claudia Rankine, Citizen
Growing older I've realized that it's not only people that leave ghosts, but things can too. Anything that was once important and vivid, alive as part of life, which was there and is now gone, can leave an almost physical shadow. At my family's lake cabin yesterday I watched my friends jumping off the dock, and noticed they were diving from a place I never do, my sister never does either. When we were children my uncle's boat was moored alongside there, as much a part of our summers as the man who drove it. He never comes to the cabin anymore, my aunt divorced him; the boat was sold. But my sister and I still by habit swim around the boat, as though the invisible frame of it were still floating there. We move through a landscape of the present laid on top of the past, with history and memory repeating in action as well as thought. My friends saw the dock with fresh, innocent eyes, and so they are able to dive right through the ghost of the boat that I saw. I think maybe you can only see a ghost if you knew it, if you loved it.
He had a very special walking rhythm; A limp, last reminder of surgery he had years ago, way before we first met. I found that story out a few months into knowing him; Before I'd never asked about it, merely listened. Tap-tap, tap-tap, the second heel always clicking a little harder than the first. I always had a sharp sense of hearing and by God, did I listen now. Waiting for him to arrive on campus I discovered more and more brand new patterns, rhythms I had never paid attention to, and it became almost a fascination to listen. Footsteps become melodies, become rhymes, and everyone carries their own poem with them, their heels clicking in their own way. Some are easily identifiable, some not. He stood out like a fixed star.
There was something inexplicably beautiful in it, even, my ears perking up whenever I heard that rhythm, knowing exactly who to expect. I caught my heart fluttering on street corners and in campus corridors, and I caught it in a permanent haze walking home together, long after we parted ways by the electricity box under the pines. Tap-tap, tap-tap, until I heard the distant key clicking and closing door. Au revoir. Until the next time I hear your footsteps.
I have this feeling that I've read this before, but I'm not sure where
i yearn to be greater than i believe myself able to become
sylvia plath | soapstore | chuck palahniuk | danielpup | fyodor dostoyevsky | asofterworld | geloy concepcion | david bowie | jonathan safran foer | soapstore
where's that quote abt like. being embarrassed abt the thinness of ur life the way ur embarrassed by a threadbare piece of clothing. bc like yeah
Olivia Laing

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There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two
There once was a man from Verdun
There once was a man from the sticks Whose limericks stopped at line six. They were fine till line five Then they took quite a dive — But the problem is easy to fix If you just ignore the last line, it doesn't even follow the rhyme scheme oh god I've really lost control of this thing I'm so sorry...
There once was a man
From Cork who got limericks
And haiku confused.