Mouthful of Forevers

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This collection is perfect for both beginners with poetry, and those who are already experienced and in love with it. As far as I am concerned, it is an extremely significant selection of modern poetry, focusing on both the internal and the external – and I would go so far as to argue that “Advice to Teenage Girls with Wild Ambitions and Trembling Hearts” and “Salome Redux” are two of the most empowering and important poems that all young girls and women should read.

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III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth. jeongguk thinks of loneliness. thinks of suffering through centuries of always knowing that anyone he loved would perish before long—not only friends and caretakers, but lovers, too. and he wonders if yoongi has even bothered, or if he’s kept himself separate, whether because he’s waiting for his bride or because he didn’t want to feel the pain of falling in love and losing someone because of it. and he wonders, too, if he could just always keep his lover from death, choosing to protect them for an eternity so they could be together. namjoon looks at him finally—and he’s never seen namjoon as spiteful. maybe namjoon was trying to help. but when he says, “that pulling the sword would kill you,” yoongi can’t help it—he’s across the room in a second, hand wrapped around namjoon’s throat. you said you needed one for your opening night,” says yoongi, but the way he says it is. sad. everything he says is sad, everything he does—he’s suffered so much, jeongguk thinks. it’s good to end it. “so this is my gift to you. you’ll look—beautiful.” oh, let’s go help,” says jimin, already tugging jeongguk over, and jeongguk sputters, trying to dig his heels into the ground, but jimin is strong and manages to drag jeongguk all the way over as yoongi struggles with bringing the box up the drive and into the house. “hello! we couldn’t help but overhear your predicament. do either of you gentlemen need a hand?”

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what if i just ask nicely and you give things to me not because you’re a goblin, but because you love me so much?” jesus christ,” curses yoongi, shoving at jeongguk until the younger relents and lets go of him. yoongi gets up, looking all sorts of antsy as he first looks at jeongguk, and then looks around the apartment. after a short pause, like he’s trying to decide how to proceed, he begins blowing out all of the candles that jeongguk has lit. “you’re not the goblin’s bride,” he says. “and we’re not getting married. just go to your audition next weekend, okay?” I should not be comparing this to other poetry books, but I just can't help to compare this to what I've read in the past that's in the same genre, e.g. Lang Leav's. This is way better than Leav's work because there are a lot of good poems that included here and one of this is Mouthful of Forevers. This is an excerpt from the said poem:

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it’s the very reason he’s so frantic as he approaches her. “do you know jeon jeongguk?” he practically shouts at her, ignoring the alarm in her eyes when she turns to him. “please, i—i need to find him.” his hand stills in jeongguk’s hair, watching the sleepy eyes that look up at him. “i don’t know,” he admits. “there could be a lot of reasons for it. you’re a missing soul, jeongguk-ah—you’re not supposed to be alive, by the universe’s standards.” are you lonely, hyung?” asks jeongguk when they come to a stop in front of jeongguk’s apartment building, night having fallen. he turns to face the older man, hands slipping apart as he searches for the answers in yoongi’s eyes rather than his words. yoongi is very good at hiding things—like pain, suffering. love, too. the room is cast into darkness again, and jeongguk just sits there for a second and lets himself smell the smoke. sometimes it’s easier like this—in darkness, he can pretend. he can pretend he’s not some korean kid in the middle of new york city, trying to make it big on broadway with a few years of drama school under his belt and a whole lot of passion.you’re already pretty, hyung,” says jeongguk. “but if you want—” he reaches for the sword only for yoongi to flinch away from him, putting a foot between them that has jeongguk pausing. yoongi’s looking at him with fear this time, spooked. “or… not?” it makes sense, doesn’t it?” asks namjoon. “he wouldn’t just leave without doing something. last hurrah and all that.” hey!” calls jeongguk. yoongi’s attention snaps to him, spoon held halfway to his mouth. “why are you eating cereal in central park?” Punish the man who hurt me,” Salome ends the poem Salome, Redux, and Mouthful of Forevers is at its heart a collection about exactly that – the rebellion and fight of girls and women. That’s what von Radics’ poetry is about – it is no coincidence that her poetry references women of the past and present, ones whose names are well known and those whose have been forgotten, aside from – of course – her own self.

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have we gotten married yet?” asks yoongi. “you’re the one who told me that i have to court someone before i propose.” and he chose not to tell jeongguk. jeongguk would have pulled out the sword and watched him die and not understood why and yoongi would have just—he would have—but jeongguk is going to die today—and yoongi can’t let that happen. it’s an overwhelming sort of need, all of his desire blooming in the center of his chest. he understands, suddenly, why jeongguk left when he learned that his true purpose is to help yoongi die—it’s the very reason that yoongi is here, running for a woman making her way across the school parking lot. he used to write letters to his mother all of the time when he was a kid, after she died—he knew they’d never get to her that way, but it felt better than just talking. so he writes a letter to her this time, because so much has happened in the past few months that he hasn’t been able to tell her: meeting yoongi, meeting jimin, finally landing a lead role in a play set to open in a few more months. he blushes as he talks about yoongi, unable to help it—and maybe that’s a bad sign. he looks at the maple leaf he’s brought with him, thinks about yoongi’s words. they say if you catch a falling leaf, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with,” he says, staring at the leaf rather than yoongi. i’ve been working at the high school,” jeongguk adds after a minute. “with the drama department. it’s a poor excuse for one, but the teachers still knew me and they offered to let me help out for a bit. i didn’t—” he pauses, clearing his throat. “i didn’t know if you would find me, so i wasn’t sure what i was going to do.” yoongi scoffs as jeongguk begins to drag him down the street toward what he hopes is a maple syrup shop. surely they have those just hanging around here. “i didn’t say we were staying.”

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he can’t be too sure, but he thinks he sees yoongi’s cheeks colour. “i wanted a change of scenery and there happened to be a place open.” jeongguk—isn’t going to read into it. isn’t going to think about the fact that all of these events seem linked somehow, that maybe he is the bride and yoongi knows it, so he left korea. it’s easier to be summoned when they’re at least in the same timezone. he doesn’t, in the end—and he stomps around his apartment for two days waiting for yoongi to randomly show up so that he can give the man a piece of his mind, but it doesn’t happen.did you even actually care about me?” asks jeongguk, and when yoongi looks at him, when he sees the younger man wiping at his eyes, trying to hide it. “you just kept me around to use me. you kept me around because—you wanted to die.” he sniffs. “how could you expect me to be okay with that?”