Posts Tagged ‘ violets ’

Today’s Haiku (March 12, 2020) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)

かたまつて薄き光の菫かな  渡辺水巴

katamatte usuki hikari no sumire kana

huddling together…

violets

with pale lights

Suiha Watanabe

translation by Fay Aoyagi

from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, May 2017 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

Fay’s Note:   Suiha Watanabe (1882-1946)

Source: Today’s Haiku (March 12, 2020) | Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi)

Exclusively on Venus by Trace Peterson | The Brooklyn Rail

EXCLUSIVELY ON VENUS

by Trace Peterson

Roses are red / violets are transsexual / welcome to womanhood / now get to work honey

Roses are performative / violets are biological / I have very sensitive breasts / and so do your breasts

Roses are biological / you have the nicest skin / I can’t stop kissing you / let’s read more nondualistic queer theory

Roses are fed up / with our binary fetishes / I fucked my doctors / and stole all the medication to hide it in a cave and share it with other trans people

Roses have got me / up against the wall / kissing my neck / which is socially constructed to be a super hot strong feminist neck

Roses are violet / violets are roses / I really like you / I like you tube

Roses are born this way / violets have a lesbian streak / something about your dry sense of humor and our soft intertwined limbs / feels transcendently female

Roses are blue / violets are violet / roses are nonviolet / blue is bluenormative

Roses are from mars / violets had the whole surgery / setting up camp / exclusively on Venus

Roses have gone too far / not to be what girls are made of / I’m coming out / to my academic colleagues as a poet and I bet they will run away screaming

Roses are roses / violets are born this way / someone’s got a hoard / of heteronormative transaffirmation porn you say?

Roses are cheeky / I want you to fuck me / drown violets like an accused witch / in your arms which feel like mine

Violets got a name change / roses changed a pronoun / we ate at a restaurant / and forgot to put the leftovers in the fridge

Roses are trochaic / violets have their original plumbing / let’s march in a protest / then go home and we’ll cook something delicious and eat it with a spork

Violets are permanent / roses are impermanent / thank you for becoming me / offering to embrace your form your fate

Flowerbeds are umbrellas / umbrellas are rubrics / I support your identification / and your disidentification

Men are from women / roses are from Jupiter / women are from men / I can’t tell which is softer, your lips or this pillow or the snow descending gracefully outside

Two by Trace Peterson | The Brooklyn Rail

Ariane Vielmetter: Blue Violets | Notes on Looking

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Mary Delany, paper mosaic, 1779

Ariane Vielmetter: Blue Violets | Notes on Looking.

Albrecht Dürer (German, Nuremberg 1471–1528 Nuremberg) Melencolia I Engraving 1514

A Haibun, by Taro Kunugi

A Haibun

In Nara prefecture, there are about 5,000 tumuli, ancient tomb mounds, gigantic to modest in size, and built mostly in the so-called Kofun era (Third  to Seventh centuries). The day before yesterday, I visited two of the famous ones.

lost in spring

I found myself near a tumulus

covered by violets

 

– Taro Kunugi
March 2015

Queer Poetics Symposium: Equinox Notes plus Twitter Feed | Was Jack Kerouac A Punjabi?

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Queer Poetics Symposium | Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
– Tennessee Williams (by way of Elijah Friess)