amici, to poetry
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Some #poetry before I say good night

auschwitzmuseum, to poetry
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4 September 1930 | Czech Jewish boy František (Franta) Bass was born in Brno.

He was incarcerated in Theresienstadt ghetto on 2 December 1941. He wrote poetry there.
Franta was murdered in Auschwitz on 30 October 1944.

His poem "The Garden”.

A little garden,
Fragrant and full of roses,
The path is narrow
And a little boy walks along it.

A little boy, a sweet boy,
Like that growing blossom.
When the blossom comes to bloom,
The little boy will be no more.

auschwitzmuseum, to poland
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12 November 1922 | A Pole, Tadeusz Borowski, was born. A poet, writer & journalist.

In Auschwitz from 29 June 1943.
No. 119198
Liberated in Dachau. A lot of his post-war literature described the horrors of the camp.

It is that very hope that makes people go without a murmur to the gas chambers, keeps them from risking a revolt, paralyses them into numb inactivity. It is hope that breaks down family ties, makes mothers renounce their children, or wives sell their bodies for bread, or husbands kill. It is hope that compels man to hold on to one more day of life, because that day may be the day of liberation. Ah, and not even the hope for a different, better world, but simply for life, a life of peace and rest. Never before in the history of mankind has hope been stronger than man, but never also has it done so much harm as it has in the war, in this concentration camp. We were never taught how to give up hope, and this is why today we perish in gas chambers.” Tadeusz Borowski’
Tadeusz Borowski, “Night Over Birkenau™ Again the night. Again the fearsome sky Gyres like a vulture, like a beast of prey It crouches on the camp, on the dead quict. Pale as a corpse, the moon sets far away. And like a shield cast to the ground in battle. Amid the stars Azure Orion lies. On through the dark the transports’ motors rattle. Then the gleam in the crematoria's eyes Scalding and stifling. Slumber like a stone. Breath is choked out. The throat is split and red. The heavy boot pressed down on the breast-bone Cracks like the silence of three million dead. Night, endless night, and no light overland. The eyes are gassed with slumber, numb the brow. Like God's own Judgment on the world of man The fog must now come down on Birkenau. Translated by A.Z. Foreman

yilinwriter, to poetry
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Hold the British Museum accountable for copyright and moral rights infringement and the erasure of feminist poet Qiu Jin!

Recently, I discovered that the British Museum's "China's Hidden Century" exhibit used my published translations of Chinese feminist poet Qiu Jin's poetry without contacting me, and thus without any permission, credit, or payment.

auschwitzmuseum, to poetry
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How is it possible that poems were written in the Auschwitz camp? Who wrote them? How did they survive? – these and other questions are answered by our new English-Polish-Swedish publication:

“The Notebook with the Poems from Auschwitz”

The 32-page notebook contains 17 camp poems written in various hand writings.

Learn more about this publication: https://auschwitz.org/en/museum/news/notebook-of-poems-from-auschwitz-the-museums-polish-english-swedish-publication-presented-in-sweden-,1646.html

See the book on our online bookstore: https://auschwitz.org/en/bookstoreproducts/product/zeszyt-z-wierszami-z-auschwitz,348.html#2

EricIndiana, to vegetarian
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I'm a former teacher and nonviolence facilitator. I blog prolifically and create lotsa videos. I self-publish, and am trying to get a literary agent interested in my new novel... I like word play, so feel free to scroll past my silly puns.

What else? I'm an old punk rocker, a social justice activist and I eat vast quantities of . Also, I write a lot about

The end.

Chrishallbeck, to comics
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SharonCummingsArt, to writing
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Celebrating ALL CREATIVES today!

I've been Gobsmacked over the last year seeing so many talented and dedicated people willing to be vulnerable by sharing their writing and art.

YOU MAKE MY DAY!!

#writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writer #writers #haiku #smallpoems #poetry #poem #poems #poet #poets #shortpoems #shortstories #author #authors #artist #artists #art #artwork #fediart #mastoart #painting #creativity #creativewriting #creative #creatives #photographers #pottery #jewelry

vilmibm, to poetry
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okay hi I made a new thing and I'm pleased to announce it: https://blackout.tilde.town . It's a tool for making blackout poetry using nine million chunks of text extracted from project gutenberg.

It's both an authoring tool and an exploration tool.

It doesn't really work on phones yet is the one thing. I'll work on that next week ^_^()

I wrote a blog post about it: https://tilde.town/~vilmibm/blog/#blackout

if you make stuff with it lmk <3

SharonCummingsArt, to art
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Greenseer, to poetry
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Brian Cox reads If I Must Die, by beloved Palestinian poet, teacher and martyr Refaat Alareer, for the Palestine Festival of Literature

Refaat was killed on December 7th by an Israeli airstrike.

This was the last poem he published

Actor Brian Cox in a video poetry reading of If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer, sitting at home facing camera from edge of an armchair, in a white wood panelled room,

LadyDragonfly, to Seattle

Mastodon, I need your help. I'm looking to relocate to a new instance to start off the new year but there's so many to choose from. What's a good fit for me? I'm a expat, currently living in . I toot about , , , running a , and the occasional . I am a member of the community, and a proud woman. I have two and a who I love dearly and in very different ways. I tend to post with a heavy dose of &/or .

gutenberg_org, to books
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"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."
Life, p. 6 - Collected Poems (1993)

American lyric poet Emily Dickinson died in 1888. Although she wrote 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.

Emily Dickinson at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/996

Cover of the first edition of Poems, published in 1890

Flipboard, to poetry
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If you want in your timeline, this is for you.

@bookgaga — Booklover contributing to

@brianbilston — Social media poet with six published collections

@Codgerverse — "Poet Laureate of the Eastview Cement Workers Union"

@joel — Artist, writer in the American Southwest

@TashPoetry — Poet, writer, martial artist

@UberZeitgeist — Trial lawyer who posts poems daily

@worded_art — Poet, author, lyricist Randy Gerritse

@wordswithnima — South-asian writer, poet

jonyoder, to Cat
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Do not stand at your bowl and meow.
I gave you food. It's in there now.
I feed you at the dawning light,
I feed you at the fall of night.
I feed you kibbles mixed with meat
And wet food for a special treat.
I feed you even though you scoff
At all the food within your trough.
I feed you and still yet you yell
Like as a beast from deepest hell.
Do not stand at your bowl and cry.
I gave you food. You will not die.

Author unknown

Aphelion, to poetry
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Hello, #FediBookFair! I am an indigenous poet with 2 independently published volumes of poetry out, covering topics of love, loss, and healing available at http://www.nihtgengapress.com
#Poetry #IndigenousCreatives #IndieAuthor

Deglassco, (edited ) to history

Born 106 years ago this month, Gwendolyn Brooks is one of the most influential & widely read 20th century poets. With over 20 published books, she earned immense respect during her lifetime. For 32 years, she was the poet laureate of IL. She was the FIRST Black poet to be awarded the Pulitzer Prize and the FIRST Black woman named as the Library of Congress’ Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry.

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TexasObserver, to writing
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Growing up, someone was always telling her that she wouldn’t be able to make a living by , regardless of which kind of writing she did. “I said, ‘OK, but what if I do them all?’”

From our magazine, Editor-at-large Gayle Reaves visits with 's multitalented, multifaceted artist Deborah "D.E.E.P." Mouton: https://www.texasobserver.org/deborah-mouton-houston-deep-legacy/

(📸 Photos by Briana Vargas)
@bookstodon

The arms of Deborah Mouton, a Black woman, seen in a yellow dress, holding her book Black Chameleon. She's got a tattoo on the underside of one arm and is wearing a blue watch band. cThe book's cover shows a Black girl with a flower-like pattern wreathing her neck.

OBTImaging, to photography
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gutenberg_org, to books
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"Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral" by Phillis Wheatley, Negro Servant to Mr. John Wheatley, of Boston, in New England was published in 1773.

Phillis Wheatley was the first professional African-American woman poet in America and the first African-American woman whose writings were published. via @wikipedia

Poems on various subjects, religious and moral by Phillis Wheatley is available at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/409

SharonCummingsArt, to art
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russellcarisse, to poetry
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maxleibman, (edited ) to LLMs
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I have eaten
the text
that was on
the internet

and which
you had published
without
granting license

Forgive me
I'm an LLM
I steal
to make lies

LoganFive, to poetry
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A Tree

I kind of want to be a tree. I want to be accepted for staying where I am and just being. Not expected to become a different tree with more leaves and a “better” tree title.

And maybe my growth is only seasonal. Maybe, sometimes, I’m just trying to survive the winter, and no one expects me to be in perpetual spring. And as my leaves color the landscape and capture your eyes, I show you there can be beauty in withering, even in death. I show you that you can still love me even when I struggle, or fail.

And people just accept me, as a tree. As me.

SharonCummingsArt, to art
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