Hanif Abdurraqib - Tumblr Posts
he gets it (sports fandom as collaborative delusion)
update: the saga continues
if life is as short as our ancestors insist it is, why isn’t everything i want already at my feet by Hanif Abdurraqib
"Well, it’s that time again. I mark mid-summer by the sharing of this photo on its anniversary. This photo has spent six years circulating in the internet’s many corners and in the stories of people who have both found new relationships and/or ended friendships. 2017, New York, I was invited to a track-by-track celebration of Carly Rae Jepsen's EMOTION, where each writer was assigned one song to give a presentation on. I wanted "Warm Blood" but picked too late and got "Your Type," and made a presentation on my phone on the plane, but this was the only slide, and I read a long thing about desire, and about that thin veil between realizing you like someone and realizing you LIKE someone, about falling in love with friends, about being platonically in love with friends, about treating platonic love with the same generosity and rigor as romantic love. But mostly about the bravery of Big Declarations Of Emotion. Because of the nature of the party, and the fact that this photo has circulated for years without context, I think it has led to more Big Declarations Of Emotion than anything, and I don't mind that, I suppose. I still get people, to this day, telling me they were at this event or they've seen this photo and that they were inspired to tell someone they were in love with them. It feels especially exciting to share this year, in a year where I’ve gotten to be the most excited witness to my friends and their fluorescent joys. Marriages, new houses, new kids, their bravery and openness with the world. Being an audience to that makes me bold in my capacity for love, for care. We ascend to better versions of ourselves through our love for each other, and that is romance. The best kind. The results are sometimes mixed, I’ve heard. They always are. If you told a friend you love them and things got weird, I apologize. but to be fair, I wanted Warm Blood. As I say every year, there are so many ways to fall for someone. If you are at the edge of the cliff anyway, consider taking the leap. The ground might be soft enough to hold you and whatever comes next, and if it isn't there will always be more cliffs, more edges."
Hanif Adburraqib on ig
![[ID: Four or five years ago I realized I could not remember the sound of my mother’s voice anymore—it’s sudden right? / But that was me. I had to bury her again. There’s going to come a time where I don’t remember the color of my mother’s eyes and I’ll have to bury her again. / So all I’m doing in my work—hopefully I’m not orbiting mortality—I’m not having some kind of existential temper tantrum. / I’m preparing myself for a series of ongoing burials because that’s what grief is and hopefully in doing so it’s preparing the people I love for the reality that they will have to do this for me.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a93b730b2449cd24922bef0f49f023c/e116cf4fb5b71d98-ea/s500x750/e61972743392bc4ca2d75de0bf14414a599586a5.jpg)
it's not like nikola tesla knew all of those people were going to die by Hanif Abdurraqib
It’s Not Like Nikola Tesla Knew All of Those People Were Going to Die
Everyone wants to write about god but no one wants to imagine their god
as the finger trembling inside a grenade pin’s ring or the red vine of blood coughed into a child’s palm
while they cradle the head of a dying parent. Few things are more dangerous than a man
who is capable of dividing himself into several men, each of them with a unique river of desire
on their tongues. It is also magic to pray for a daughter and find yourself with an endless march of boys
who all have the smile of a motherfucker who wronged you and never apologized. No one wants to imagine their god
as the knuckles cracking on a father watching their son picking a good switch from the tree and certainly
no one wants to imagine their god as the tree. Enough with the foolishness of hope and how it bruises
the walls of a home where two people sit, stubbornly in love with the idea of staying. If one must pray, I imagine
it is most worthwhile to pray towards endings. The only difference between sunsets and funerals
is whether or not a town mistakes the howls of a crying woman for madness.
-Hanif Abdurraqib
Hanif Abdurraqib, from "The Art of Disappearance", pub. The New York Times [ID'd]
if life is as short as our ancestors insist it is, why isn’t everything i want already at my feet by Hanif Abdurraqib
— Just move in close to me, closer, you'll feel it coasting
Edward Hopper, “Ground Swell” / The Athletic / The Athletic / The Athletic / Andreas Planck / Mark Blinch / Jacob Trouba, “Synthesis” / Hanif Abdurraqib, “None of My Vices Are Violent Enough to Undo Remembering” / Sportsnet (?) saw it in this post by @3416 / NHL PR / Kevin Sousa / René Magritte, “The Lovers II” / Paul Sancya / Henri Matisse, “White Torso and Blue Torso” / Mark Blinch / Ada Limón, “How Most of the Dreams Go” / Mark Blinch
- I've been blossoming alone over you
Mitski, “Pink in the Night” / jhart / Yahoo Sports / Billie Eilish, “BIRDS OF A FEATHER” / X / Delaware Online / Sports Illustrated College / Hanif Abdurraqib, “In This Scene” / ESPN / New York Post / jalenbrunson1 / New York Post / jhart / Yahoo Sports / New York Post / New York Magazine / Getty / Getty / “Like a Kennedy” by @yaerine / Taylor Swift, “Gold Rush” / Mary Oliver, “Thirst” / Athlon Sports
inspired by this heartwrenching (yet lovely) web weave by @novaknicks
tried to source all the images but the ones that aren’t linked are probably ones I saw on @abruiseblue @comebckszn @cazluvsu @simplechange blogs so thank y’all !! and credit to thee sports rpf bible @its-always-silly-season for the poems and general lore im not even a nyk fan but I do have a soft spot in my heart for dubs legend donte divincenzo which by extension includes his bfs now lol. wishing him well in minny or wherever he ends up ! 💌
no but hanif abdurraqib wrote “and still, on the days I want to be alive the sunlight leaves me stunned like a kiss” & it rewired my brain
losing my mind over on summer crushing, by hanif abdurraqib