"What if I call it TumbLewis Mundt?" "Don't."

My name is Lewis Mundt. I'm a twenty-something year-old writer in Minneapolis and most days am trying to figure out how the world is put together. I don't have an answer yet, but I love and walk and talk myself in circles for the fun of untying the knots later. This, they tell me, is a dangerous line of work. But I think it'll be all right.



Poems here without credit are mine. Poems here with credit are the work of those credited. Dig? Dig.


I'm also on Twitter (@beardpoetry), which is mostly about whiskey and working full-time, and on Facebook (/beardpoetry), which is mostly about readings I'm doing.
~ Tuesday, April 15 ~
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5,000 views and no dislikes?  Did I do it?  Did I win YouTube?

5,000 views and no dislikes?  Did I do it?  Did I win YouTube?

Tags: sorry that was totally self-serving and doesn't really matter
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~ Saturday, April 12 ~
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You have 6 tattoos.
Full lips. Good, strong hands.
You have 7 freckles on your back,
they map out the big dipper.

You have a scar on your left arm
you carved in high school.
The first time you pulled off your t shirt
I traced the line with my fingers and fell in love
with your strength.

You are a hero
for living from that moment
to this one. You never need to apologize
for how you chose to survive

Your body is a map I know every inch of
and if anyone else
were to kiss me, all they would taste
is your name.

— Clementine von Radics (via beeewalsh)

(Source: liquidlightandrunningtrees)


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~ Tuesday, February 11 ~
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This also points to my complete inability to admit that Philip Seymour Hoffman is gone.

Tags: using tumblr like twitter sorry not sorry
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Call me crazy, but I think I want to try to start using this to post essays, especially about music.  I don’t know what that looks like right now, but if someone could hold me accountable to at least try that, that’d be rad.

(This may be because I watched Almost Famous again last night with my partner and just sat there crying by myself [she’s really sick and was really asleep.])


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Date A Girl Who

thefrenemy:

Date a girl who breathes. Date a girl who takes in oxygen the same way you take in bullshit tropes, in and out and constantly. Date a girl who will set you on fire because she is a dragon, a warrior, a brutal reminder that she’s not a girl who triumphs herself “not like other girls” because she knows they’re all different. Date a girl who isn’t romanticized because she reads or travels or is a cool girl. Date a girl who you don’t call “a cool girl” to imply that other girls are lesser and she’s only unique because you’ve labeled her that way. Date a girl who doesn’t get “points” for liking video games. Date somebody you think is a “slut,” you elitist old-timey prick. Date a girl who wears grandpa sweaters because she ate all the grandpas. Date a girl who bores you with tidbits about the weather. Date an imperfect girl. Date the movie 500 Days of Summer. Date a picture of Jennifer Lawrence holding War & Peace and a slice of pizza. Date a pizza in the shape of a girl. Date a girl who likes the tv shows and the music you hate. Date a brown m&m. Date a girl who doesn’t make you her special little snowflake in all your efforts to seem superior and grandiose. Date a girl who spoils all your favorite movies, you little shit. Date a girl who puts her hair in a cute top bun and drinks tea and smears mac-and-cheese all over her body like it’s the mud of all the mountains you dream of. Date a girl who eats the fucking food off your plate and puts ex-lax in your oatmeal. Date a girl who smells like the sea and that one writing class you took where you wrote a bunch of poems about cigarettes by the beach and took up smoking cloves. Date a girl who has been dead for FORTY YEARS. Date a girl who reminds you of the ex that still thinks you’re an asshole. Date a girl who is a mermaid that will drag you to the bottom of the sea. Pearly white teeth, sharp. Huddled ocean fear. You can hear yourself screaming. Date the girl who haunts your house. Date a girl who makes you question yourself, the way you make poetry your lifestyle and use words like “streetlamp” and “spine” and smoke signals” in every day conversation you smug fuck. Date a girl who can recite books: if you give a mouse a cookie, Apollo 13 junior novelization, that children’s book with the Rottweiler that had no words (edit: 3 words). Date a girl who poops. Date a girl who gets annoyed when you show up late, even if it’s only 5 minutes. Date a girl who talks too much during movies. Date a girl who sweats. Date a girl with arm hair. Date a girl with flabby arms. Date a girl who chews her cuticles. Date a girl because nobody’s perfect. Date a girl who wears the high-waisted pants and the deep maroon lipstick you hate. Date a girl who saved somebody on the Hindenberg. Date a girl with real anxiety who makes you realize it’s all not a fucking escape to beautiful things. Date a girl who is a snake. Date a girl who eats your heart. Date your mirror. Date a photoset. Date a girl who. Date a girl what. Date a girl who likes you. Date a plant. Go fuck yourself.


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~ Tuesday, December 24 ~
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Modern Baseball - Your Graduation

it’s been a day or years of me thinkin’ ‘bout you everyday
sometimes for hours, sometimes in passing

you weren’t the only one
who thought of us that way

(Source: jewfro)


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~ Monday, December 23 ~
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They tell us the people we love are 72.8% water-
there is no such thing as crying,
we are only trying to turn ourselves inside out.
This is a noble pursuit

Lewis Mundt, excerpt from “Water” (via pigmenting)

(Someone quoted my poem and it’s gotten over 40,000 notes and that’s super, super bizarre to me.)


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~ Saturday, December 21 ~
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mrockefeller:

Here’s the piece I made, “Song of Storms” for Light Grey Art Lab's 6 Degrees show opening December 5th!

I based this on memories of growing up in Tucson, AZ - how during the summer it was usually well over 100 degrees outside, so my friends and I would stay indoors and play N64 (ocarina of time and banjo-kazooie were always our favorites). However, as soon as it started to rain we would drop everything and go cool off in the backyard! It was so much fun. Its funny how now I live on the east coast and things have completely reversed.

You can buy prints here! Be sure to check out all of the other great contributions.


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~ Wednesday, December 18 ~
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Depression is a Singapore-based clothing and accessories company, which makes this trendy crop-top shirt okay because it’s just their brand name on the —
OH, WAIT, IT TOTALLY FUCKING DOESN’T; I FORGOT THE PART WHERE THIS IS TOTALLY FUCKING NOT OKAY.
I know.  I know, I know, I know I should just stop looking at the Urban Outfitters website and assuming I won’t find something that’s going to set me off, but goddammit, really, people?

Depression is a Singapore-based clothing and accessories company, which makes this trendy crop-top shirt okay because it’s just their brand name on the —

OH, WAIT, IT TOTALLY FUCKING DOESN’T; I FORGOT THE PART WHERE THIS IS TOTALLY FUCKING NOT OKAY.

I know.  I know, I know, I know I should just stop looking at the Urban Outfitters website and assuming I won’t find something that’s going to set me off, but goddammit, really, people?