Words Written Down

Words Written Down

By Zeinab FakihArts
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Words Written Down episodes

  • Death of the Critical Thought
    In this episode, our writer had finished the Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath and had some thoughts on how Plath has been perceived on social media platforms such as Tiktok. This sparked thoughts on how we perceive authors and texts. The works mentioned were: the Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, A Little Life, The Death of The Author, Lolita.
    10 min
  • The Villain is Female
    In this episode, Zeinab is talking about films! She discussing costuming and the villanization of the girly-girl. Why do films demonize what’s feminine? Ultra-feminine women and fashion are often associated associated with death. In this episode, she analyzes “You,” “Black Swan,” “Fresh,” and “X” and how they portray femininity. Sources referenced: https://youtu.be/W6aDNutZoB0
    12 min
  • Review: The Girls

    Our author recently read Emma Cline's "The Girls" and discusses her thoughts and our fascination with cults and true crime.

    8 min
  • Review: Boy Parts
    Our writer discusses her recent read: Boy Parts by Eliza Clark. Before you begin we would like to give spoiler warnings along with trigger warnings regarding ED, SA, SH, narcissism, death.
    9 min
  • Review: Acts of Desperation
    Our writer reviews Megan Nolan’s debut novel “Acts of Desperation.” Before you begin, we would like to give trigger warnings regarding toxic relationships, sexual abuse, and self harm that are present in this book and mentioned in Fakih’s review.
    13 min
  • Escape Room

    To blame her is the way of a stark summer rain.

    Resist the cheer of thunder behind your head.

    A mischievous glint in the eye of the team captain.

    A foolish girl beckons me atop the hill.

    Together we drop into the lake.


    Charm and provoke is the character

    I love the most, how could I not

    cheer for the villain.

    I’m furious, you’re loud,

    yet we couldn’t make a sound

    in our twelve foot hole in the dirt.


    Pray for the burning souls of Montague.

    I fit perfectly in your freezing palms

    So hold me in front of the garden gates

    and steal my fate.

    A deep slumber is all you have been.


    Say farewell to the calls you miss

    as you reach out with your nihilistic whims

    just to play the victim you made me out to be.

    Tuck yourself into a dreadful rest

    for a nightmare is all we’ve ever been.


    xx zjf

    2 min
  • Best Before 25

    Peter Pan, Wendy, Tinker-bell

    which is the way to Neverland?

    Stumbled into the rabbits trap to Oz

    Who would’ve dreamed of a city so blood red.

    Infidelity punished by a chopped head

    courtesy of the Queen of Love

    She baked you a cake on this illicit day.

    23, 24, begin again at 22

    Don’t allow the numbers to rise

    you wouldn’t want to be the last prize.

    Every line must be filled

    to the brim, soft plastic.

    Save the toddler elastic.

    Half a life, might as well die.

    Lock me in a tower,

    the tallest, darkest tower.

    The prince cannot see me

    before facial protocol.

    Let the dragon burn me taut.

    Break my ribs, how could I not fit in Dorothy’s basket.

    I see a twister coming along the edge

    give the wicked witch my sincerest

    apologies. Bury my head in the sand.

    There is no mister

    who would date or confer

    anything  older than a lamb.

    Diamonds are a girls best friend, no.

    They’re her worst enemy

    the looking glass, what she cannot be.

    Shiny. Pretty. Slender. New.

    Shiny. Damages. Cracked. Pseudo.

    So she paints herself thin

    and takes scissors to her skin.

    Cut off the strap

    under her arms

    around her hips, they must go

    what doesn’t fit.

    Hair, a blanket around her feet.

    Nails, a white cast against her skin.

    More red, she smiles blood

    her eyes are sunken she calls it haute

    You can eat her with no guilt.

    Take a bit of her lips,

    don’t mind the roughness

    she tossed away her skin

    replaced it with a hit.

    She memorized the posters

    the doctor prescribed

    rip her thighs three sizes too short

    a gnome to stick on a pretty green lawn

    next to the head

    of the mistress of Oz.


    xx zjf

    2 min
  • Orion - Mary Oliver

    Orion By Mary Oliver

    I love Orion, his fiery body, his ten stars,

    his flaring points of reference, his shining dogs.

    “It is winter,” he says.
    “We must eat,” he says. Our gloomy

    and passionate teacher.


                                        Miles below

    in the cold woods, with the mouse and the owl, 

    with the clearness of water sheeted and hidden,

    with the reason for the wind forever a secret,
    
he descends and sits with me, his voice
    
like the snapping of bones.


                                        Behind him

    everything is so black and unclassical; behind him
    I don’t know anything, not even

    my own mind.


    xx zf

    1 min

About Words Written Down

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Zeinab Fakih presents a reading of poems and reviews of books you love and some yet to discover. This is a moment to pause and feel the words of others. This is a chance to discover the poetry in…