“We Lived Happily during the War” by Ilya Kaminsky, via Poetry Unbound and the Poetry Foundation. And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protestedbut not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I wasin my bed, around my bed America was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house. I took a chairContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE”
Excerpt from Sanctuary by Donika Kelly. The ocean, I mean, not a woman, filledwith plastic lace, and closer to the vanishingpoint, something brown breaks the surface—human, maybe, a hand or foot or an islandof trash—but no, it’s just a garden of kelp.A wild life. This is a prayer like the seaurchin is a prayer, likeContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN”
“Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale,” by Dan Albergotti (via Matthew Ogle’s incredible newsletter, Pome). Somehow exactly right for this particular moment. Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fireswith theContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND SIX”
From RM Vaughan’s interview with Paul Vermeersch about Self Defence for the Brave and Happy. RM Vaughan: The book moves effortlessly between prophetic pronouncements and intimate, personal observations. Is it a goal of the book to conflate the two in order to make the reader more keenly aware that we live in prophetic times? PaulContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR”
Robert Hass, via Pome. We asked the captain what course of action he proposed to take toward a beast so large, terrifying, and unpredictable. He hesitated to answer, and then said judiciously: “I think I shall praise it.”
From David Whyte (audio here). “We tend to think of vulnerability as a kind of weakness, something to be walked around. But it’s interesting to look at the origin of the word, from the Latin word “vulneras,” meaning “wound.” It’s really the place where you’re open to the world, whether you want to be orContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO”
From If They Should Come for Us, by Fatimah Asghar. my people I follow you like constellations we hear the glass smashing the street & the nights opening their dark our names this country’s wood for the fire my people my people the long years we’ve survived the long years yet to come I seeContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT”
From ruby onyinyechi amanze via Wayétu Moore in the Paris Review. She also has a beautiful artist’s statement.
By Billy-Ray Belcourt (2017), via Matthew Ogle’s Pome. Towards a Theory of Decolonization 1. forget everything you’ve learned about love. 2. investment is the social practice whereby one risks losing it all to be part of something that feels like release. lose everything with me. 3. indian time is a form of time travel. aContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY”
Exercise, by W. S. Merwin, via Matthew Ogle’s Pome (also available via Poetry Foundation). Exercise First forget what time it is for an hour do it regularly every day then forget what day of the week it is do this regularly for a week then forget what country you are in and practice doing it inContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE”
Richard Siken, via Pome by Matthew Ogle. from The Language of the Birds 4 To be a bird, or a flock of birds doing something together, one or many, starling or murmuration. To be a man on a hill, or all the men on all the hills, or half a man shivering in the flock ofContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO”
“Yours / The Life That I Have” — a poem code issued to Violette Szabo of the SOE by Leo Marks and used for encryption during WWII. The life that I have Is all that I have And the life that I have Is yours. The love that I have Of the life that IContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND FIVE”
From Bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward.
Mail testing at MIT, via Devin Kennedy.
Went through some old books today and found this bit ripped out from Brave New World. On what to want. “Exposing what is mortal and unsure to all that fortune, death and danger dare, even for an eggshell. Isn’t there something in that?” he asked, looking up at Mustapha Mond. “Quite apart from God–though of courseContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO”