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MY FAVORITE POEMS OFF THE DOME

Sacred Emily - Gertrude Stein Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting to Rain - Richard Brautigan Precious Lord - John Taggart Goodtime Jesus - James Tate

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Jun 4, 2025

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THIS POEM BY KIIK ARAKI-KAWAGUCHI (FROM ELECTRIC LIT’S THE COMMUTER)

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May 2, 2025

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Returning for inspiration

I love this question! heres a few things I return to for inspiration. Jim Jarmusch‘s Paterson to remember the small beauty in creating every day, for yourself if nothing else. All of Mitski’s live performances, (and all her records tbh) to find the balance between raw vulnerability and studied theatrics. Mary Oliver’s poems (especially wild geese) to remember the joy amidst pain. Sylvia Plath’s poems (especially Lady Lazarus) to see how one’s own wallowing can become shared catharsis when turned into art (making work isn’t selfish even when its about ourselves). Kelly Link’s short stories to find weirdness and playfulness (not everything has to have a moral or deeper meaning).

@mouse

Mar 23, 2024

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TL;DR HAVING YOUR FIRST JOURNAL THROWN AWAY CAN MAKE YOU A WRITER

I was in third grade. Our teacher had a bob and she was kind. She gave each of us a journal, sheets of computer paper bound together by staples. She taught us that writing could as simple as writing down what happened to you that day to big, bombastic stories — real epics. She carved out time throughout the week for us to write. This continued on for maybe a month. I loved it. Stories about monkeys fighting airplanes were interspersed with details about the bugs I collected at recess. Any bit of free time I had was dedicated to writing, both in school and out. Within a couple weeks, the journal was filled. Probably bad writing, yeah, but it was mine nonetheless. Fast forward a couple months. Third grade ends. Summer begins. I look for my journal. I can’t find it. I ask my mother where it is. She said she threw it away. I cry. She feels guilty. We never talk about it. It’s maybe my first experience with grief. I felt legitimately connected to the experience of writing, and to experience actual loss, especially at that young of an age, changed my brain forever. Twenty years later, I write editorial articles at work and poetry at home. I still have a very tenuous relationship with the void lol.

@jonjonkim

Jul 7, 2025

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LIGHT FALLING IN PINE COVE

Things that change are interesting to me. Light, humans, all plants, etc. My favorite images were ones where the subject had some degree of mutability.

@jonjonkim

May 1, 2025

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laying a notebook flat with clips

sloane_shark This method helps with notebooks that don’t naturally lay flat! It isn’t a perfect system, but it works pretty well. I like *using tools* even if those tools are humble clips.

@jonjonkim

Oct 10, 2024