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The You (Patreon)

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2023-09-07 13:42:06
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It was here

That it verged

Branches crossing on the mark.


It was here that we knew

We had lost him to the dark


It was here that the tides

Swept the willow switch to sea


It was here that my arms

Found the you

That was for me.

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Sam Allen

Machete, right? This is so beautiful, simple and yet complex. Machete reminds me of my Dad, which is why that song came to mind right away. <3 Either way, and whatever context your poem is for, luv's. <3 I love "veered," btw. Something about how you situate it......makes me curious. And on second thought, noo need to 'splain at all.

Drag Queen Jesus

Amanda would you be willing to write a letter of support for me? Or at least communicate with me that you don't want to get involved at this time?

amandapalmer
>>116998180

Hi And. I’m buried right now. If there’s something you think Michael or the team can help with - reach out. Michael@amandapalmer.net. We love you.

Thomas Herlofsen

But I guess it's time to begin I found my resting heartbeat in a nondescript puddle of diesel on the deck of the ferry By the side of the road amongst the dandelions, there it was: My soul, meandering (seems the lawnmower had gotten to it) My heart's dust cover had been washed ashore next to a sun-dried jellyfish Gotta sand down some of the joins but most of it seems repairable I've kept most of the loose screws I can feel them jangling in the left pocket of my shorts The assembly instructions are written in one of the languages unknown to me But I guess it's time to begin

amandapalmer
>>116998068

These last few weeks have been drenched in massive loss, machete-style. My past is really shifting around, and a lot of abuse and violence from the past is emerging (and, slowly, healing). This place has been a critical spot - it’s almost like a huge house-like magic eight ball that shows me what is real and true, and who people are. I love it more than anything. It’s a good place to come a grieve, and write, and think, and learn. Everybody needs a lighthouse.

Sam Allen
>>116998068

This is beautiful, Amanda. Thank you for answering my (somewhat too personal) question. Wishing you love, healing, and the living on of that magic eight ball lighthouse. <3

Drag Queen Jesus
>>116998180

Thank you for this response. I feel the love. Will you let Michael know I'll email him later? I think you and team AFP could have quite an impact with minimal effort...I'll let him know in the email. 🏳️‍🌈💜🏳️‍🌈✊🏾🏳️‍🌈💜🏳️‍🌈

Anna Bruce

Absolutely wonderful. What a good start for my day. Starting school this semester has been Trash. What was I thinking going back to college in my 40s??? 😕🥺 Thanks for these little bits to brighten my day. I need to motivate 🖤

Suzanne

I am drowning in a sea of frustration Surrounded by nice people who somehow have lost touch... I wouldn't know, except they let signs of their sad bigotry show here. Pictures on walls and signs in offices... And I found a kindred spirit. In Environmental Services of all places. And we communed a bit. I encouraged her to stick around. Because we, the new owners, love everyone, and we're happy to have you let your freak flag fly. Treat everyone the way they want to be treated. That's how it works. It energized me. I'm less concerned with coming back now. I have at least one or two people who understand me. But damn. I can't wait to get home.

Jen

❤️❤️❤️

DebbieG

This is a good and safe place for us too. I have been distracted and sad because my beloved kitty went over the 🌈 bridge a few days ago. It was not expected and I tried to save her. It hurts for many reasons besides the loss; there is some guilt too. So I'm thankful for the lighthouse. And the poem is lovely. Blink blink.

Tamara

Just passed a sad anniversary and this spoke to me very powerfully. Thank you.

Morgan Argor

I wrote this poem about healing from a shared trauma. It's a bit long, but maybe it can convey some empathy. ~ Angels come in countless forms, their numbers as boundless and innumerable As the stars in the sky off a wood balcony overlooking the beautiful 5 AM countryside beneath the vast and infinite ocean of spacetime. There are good angels, strange angels, and even ones with severed wings. But there’s no such thing as a bad angels, even if the Lake of Fire Licks forever, boiling and vast at the corners of your mind. And although I am no judge, jury, or executioner, I know one thing: There are bad people, and the sorry forces that follow them Sometimes, dreams so sharp and haunting that they even hold the illusion of power Over a brilliant, dark celestial who still burns wilder than the boldest flame of lesser men . . . Who, even in moments blacker than time itself once knew, Outshines society’s herd by a million starless aeons. Ultimately, this means nothing. Ultimately, it means only that we could have everything we dreamed of and more, And that somehow, against all odds, we defied time and death itself, And We Are Where We Are. We Are What We Are. All the same, we want the same things, and have made great sacrifices for them. Oh, to feel 17 again, staying up all night laughing and reminiscing and sinking into each other’s souls as we sneak cigarettes out the creaky window. To curl up in your arms and know you care enough to think of my well-being, and our future together. Surrounded by memories that are not mine, but whose eternal temporal imprint I can sense Just I sense the good times and bad times radiating off any haunted object. In truth, all objects and places are haunted. It’s just a matter of how strong the impression is. For time is but a psychedelic spiderweb of bliss, agony, and everything in between Woven from countless overlapping dimensions that leave imprints upon each other Through particle interference of a nature that mankind cannot yet define. You pass by some dimensions, some alternate realities, alternate histories Like riding glass elevators with an invisible metal wall in between. Close enough that you can shout and flail and beg for someone, anyone to hear you, Yet they never have and never will, Because as one dimension ascends, the other sinks back down to the Lake of Fire, And with the passage of time both passengers have reached their final destination And never intersect again. But some possibilities are so infinite, so blissful, so beyond the wildest expectations of a once-hopeless heart That both elevators stop, and the wall evaporates as if it never existed. We can manifest anything, no matter how obscure or impossible it feels in the moment. Oh, to see you smile and keep you warm, To trust again, to feel again, to dream again In a world that was once devoured by agony and loneliness. To stare at the woods in the dead of night, to see the stars in their radiant celestial glory at last, To know that tomorrow will be better than today. There is so much to look forward to, whether you’re looking inward or starward These are words I never thought I’d say. The fact that both of us are still alive defies physics and unreality. And somehow, upon the verdant fields of time and death, We learned how much this really means. Everything. So I hope there will come a time Where we look back and smile upon this era with the same fondness, Where we know we’ve reached the top of the highest mountain in all the land Far beyond the snakebites of the past and the mindless herd of society, And in that moment, we’ll know it was all worth it, no matter how many hot beds of coal we walked over to get there, Because everything we ever dreamed of will be ours.

Kristin Ryan

Morning, With Bandages I dreamt I was in a forest where all the answers were hidden: through the fog wrapped branches, moss caught between my toes. I kept repeating I forgive you like a prayer. I woke to the sea glass I kept in my pillow strewn across the mattress, dead leaves fell from a corner of the ceiling. I rooted for my bones, for daylight. I only found lines beginning to scab. Leaves piled as I weaved towards the bathroom. A nightlight flickered, bits of silver, blood pooled in the sink. Still the dream called to me: some girl with smooth arms, her baby teeth still intact. This is the opening poem to my still unpublished poetry manuscript. It won an Editor's Prize in 2017 and came to me in a dream.

EmVT

I love the simplicity of this, for some reason for me it resonates with "enjoy the silence". It's a balm to the overstimulation we're faced with daily, I guess. Beautiful, thanks for sharing (❤️)

Damian Masterson

Lovely. Merci. This, may be off base, but what it made me think of a thing Diogenes Laertius attributed to Aristotle when asked what a friend was. Aristotle was purported to have answered: One soul dwelling in two bodies. I like that idea that preserves the image of two distinct bodies, but goes beyond the idea of saying there is a connection between them, like held hands, and says there is a genuine intermingling when I encounter a ‘you’ in the world that is for me. That idea that we can both accept a real existential divide between people, but at the same time, the way the mechanism of our empathy functions, our encounters with the people that are important to us, the ones that are for us, creates genuine avatars of one another that we carry within us.

Coila

Thank you, Amanda! ❤️

Erika Blumberg

Beautiful. I just saw a feature on the lighthouse at Barnegat Light in NJ. I had forgotten about it, haven't been there in 40 ish years. But I thought of you immediately, I think you should check it out if you find yourself in NJ. It's at the end of an island, very beautiful.

Matthias Urlichs

Meh. Words are inadequate. if I weren't an ocean away I'd just drive over and give you a hug.

Joni

These places....they invade us and comfort us and come to mean connection to the lost. They soak up our love and our pain and our loss and rage and joy and the sheer ugliness of *feeling things*... and they transmute them into solace. Into peace. Into beauty. They are magic. But so are well all.

Laura Morland
>>117003400

Fabulous, Damian! Thank you so much for the reference to Diogenes Laertius; it has been à while.

Dia Huizinga

I love this. It is beautiful. Thank you.

Tracey Stokes

Beautiful in all ways. Much love to you sweetheart. We have all come so far. To think we can go forth a long way also...together in our way. Thank goodness for Patreon. Everything is going to be well.

Suzanne
>>116999150

Thanks. It's been brutal being a pretty majorly left-leaning person not only working in a very "red" area, but supporting them through a complicated transition and doing everything I can to encourage them to use their resources. Finding the person suddenly wearing fun and funky earrings after the official transition who clearly was more relaxed with herself after we chatted about corporate values that are not just words on a page - that was a breath of fresh air. I'm home until Tuesday, and will be getting in some good time with my family.

Drag Queen Jesus
>>116998180

I sent an email to Michael. It came from a proton email: rainbowsandhuman. Sending love. You go this. I got this. Or we don't. Either way it's just a ride. 🏳️‍🌈💜🏳️‍🌈

Deniz Bevan

Lighthouses <3 They remind me not only of Our Flag Means Death, but the old Pulp song My Lighthouse <3