I Hate It When I Cant Even Write A Poem About Something Because Its Too Obvious. Like In The Airbnb I

My neck hurts

Burnout is honestly such a mild word for what people use it to mean. I'm not experiencing "burnout", which sounds so casual and routine that some face masks and a little rest is going to fix it.

My body and mind and even nervous system are stretched to the point that it's going to take a lot more than just a "break" or a few self care tips to recover, and even then, my recovery is just so that I can reenter the spaces that contributed to me being this way in the first place. I'm a little bit more than just burnt out by this.

Workplaces and educational institutions aggressively overwork us, expose us to all kinds of discrimination, which they overlook and gaslight us out of acknowledging, and then constantly ask us to ignore our mental, emotional, and physical needs so that we don't inconvenience them.

We're not burnt out. We're borderline traumatized. Burnout is always talked about like something transient and mild that a little rest and relaxation will fix.

But we're exhausted. We need deep rest and healing. We need new systems. We need new ways of being. The language around burnout just seems like a way of upholding these current violent systems and downplaying their impacts.

here are my favourite poems to do with writing that are priceless and feel as informative as a guidebook on poetry writing:

to a young poet by mahmoud darwish (most favourite!)

how to be a poet by wendell berry (favourite!)

the real prayers are not the words but the attention that comes first by mary oliver

poem written in a copy of beowulf by jorge luis borges

the wolf’s eyelash by c.p. estes

digging by seamus heaney

?poetry by pablo neruda

ars poetica by archibald macleish

my heart by frank o’hara

notes on the art of poetry by dylan thomas

the joy of writing by wislawa szymborska

how to eat a poem by eve merriam

basho on haiku: 17 statements

how to write a poem in a time of war by joy harjo

discontinuous poems by fernando pessoa

you can feel free to add on more poems about poems to this if you know any good ones!

I love the true lab and I reserve the right to get as edgy w it as I want

"oh god oh lord they are going to judge me so bad theyll finally realize im the trash of the earth and burn me at the stake while laughing and swearing at me fuck fuck fuck"

"how DARE they not react! The gall!!!! The galllllll!!!!!!!!!"

(this is not an insult for some reason it felt like an insult after i finished writing it its entire purpose is hopefully making you laugh)

I skipped college for two weeks. Fourteen days. I walked in today fully prepared for judgment, stern looks, disappointed sighs, maybe even a “Well, well, well, look who decided to show up.” I was ready to be scolded, lectured, possibly exiled.

But instead? Nothing. No one even noticed. No grand inquisition. No dramatic interventions. The world just… moved on?

Honestly? A little insulting.

csp only lets you have 25 frames so this is like. 8 fps or something ludicrous like that.

not easy to try to put character into a walk cycle lawl especially when I don't wanna do more than one single rough pass soo this is best viewed squinting