go emma watson use your platform go beyonce use your platform go john jegend use your platform go conscious celebs fuck shit up 


i’d actually argue that too few people get eaten by wild animals

I’ve been up since seven jamming to Springsteen finishing the “official” paper for my poetry class (which is a dumb paper) and outlining/drafting on the side another, shorter, summary-esque paper on poems/theories questions I want to answer for myself and I’m going to turn them both in and let my prof deal with it because if you’re gonna penalize somebody for wanting to learn more than what you’re ready to teach in a senior level college class then a) you suck and b) I don’t care because I’m gonna fucking write and study my shit anyway and then make you deal with it. 

I am very done with believing people who tell me that old dead white poets are more important for me to study at this time in my life than poets who are doing things to and with language now in ways that matter and affect people and participating in activism that matters and changing the world and poetry and there’s tangible ways for me to witness and even interact with them. I am white and dying, but not yet old, so I think it’s fair that I shouldn’t have to study old dead white guys until I’m at least old and dying faster than I am right now. Maybe then Yeats’ “passionate syntax” will mean something more to me than simply jerking off stanzaically. 

Additionally, I’m done listening to people who try to tell me I should read “this before this” or that “I’m not qualified to write this way yet”. As if I have to earn my fucking credibility to write the way I want to??? I understand that there’s using the forms in a better and more specific way, sure, but I had a prof tell me I couldn’t use sentence fragments in my poems for class because “poetry still uses proper grammer” and I said to myself “then why the fuck is gertrude stein a thing”, not to mention this particular prof had poems in published books that were single dependent clauses. So when am I “qualified” to write the way I want to? If my poem had been about some nature process that was marginally politicized to deal with Idaho issues my teach probably would have said “oh look you’re doing so well nice fragments makes it exciting!” but it was about being in trouble with/addicted to drugs in college and watching your friends go through the same shit and wondering how this had happened and how you were gonna be alive tomorrow and about your friends in meridian who you hadn’t heard from since you found out their dad had been cooking meth in their shed since you were both in fifth grade and apparently poets have a duty to write about the world but god forbid it’s a world your prof doesn’t care about because the kid who writes about “the Voyage of the Dawn treader in poorly phrased iambic pentameter gets a feature but you get a “this isn’t your best work” because it’s got “sentence fragments” no way no-kay. 

The institution of academic poetry is one of the dumbest I’ve ever encountered, and I will never stop warring with it, even as I blow through every goddam bullshit syllabus and paper it throws at me. It’s boggling to see professors stuck asking the same questions about the same poets while there are people saving lives with work out there, people working with entirely new generations, teaching theory to high school kids, helping them to sometimes literally write their way out of depression and poverty, poets of other countries and cultures bringing the people’s voices to the forefront of discussion, and don’t even get me started on the lack of women’s voices in academic syllabi. 

Regardless, I’m gonna party hard and drink this shitty canned latte thing to wake the fuck up and get back to kicking ass, passing everything, getting into grad school becoming a professor, and then proceeding to tear the fucking institution down and invite all my friends to do it with me. 

(Source: sandandglass, via sunorphan)


Conor Harris - ‘Four Sexts’
Joshua Espinoza - ‘untitled poem’
May-Lan Tan - ‘Speed Dating’

look at the stuff some cool people and I did :) 


Toaster performs “Martin” at Inkslam, via All Def Poetry

if ya’ll don’t know who the fuck toaster is then you know nothing about the generation of poets in the slam world recreating cadence, making good use of their platforms, and in general writing real good poems that deliver a point but don’t preach. Dude is a fucking hero. 



Can’t stop, won’t stop: Protesters in Ferguson rally again, seeking justice for Mike Brown. More than a month and a half after his death, his killer, Darren Wilson, is still a free man. (Pt 2) 

Because it wouldn’t be a protest in Ferguson without fuckery from the police. A driver plowed his car through protesters, grazing several and running over a young boys foot. Beyond taking several hours to transport the boy to the hospital, they took even longer to arrest the motorist. Who did they not wait long to arrest? Two of the protesters who had been documenting the altercation for the world to see. If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention. #staywoke #farfromover #nojusticenopeace

September 20th, 2014

Just in case anyone thinks these are old posts still going round Tumblr: they’re not. 

(via thesleepiestboy)

Officially not talking to/being friends with people unless I know I can consistently put energy towards them and trust them and unless I know that they will consistently put energy towards and trust me if you don’t do that stuff for me then expect if for you I quit and if I don’t do that for you I’m sorry you should quit too I’m not being a very good friend but maybe if neither of us is doing that it probly says something y’know 

men for misandry 2k14 beat up all men


Part 3: Celebrities react to the Ferguson protests (Part 1, Part 2)

use your fucking platform

(via artsiefart)