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”
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FIVE HUNDRED AND SIX
“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”
FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR
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”
FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE
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.”
FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO
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”
FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT
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”
FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR
From ruby onyinyechi amanze via Wayétu Moore in the Paris Review. She also has a beautiful artist’s statement.
FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY
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”
FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE
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”
FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO
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”
FOUR HUNDRED AND FIVE
“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”
THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX
From Bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward.
THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE
Mail testing at MIT, via Devin Kennedy.
THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO
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”
THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN
David Whyte reading “Sweet Darkness” for On Being is beautiful. When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone, no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you areContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN”
