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”
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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”
THREE HUNDRED AND TEN
Anonymous, found in James Boyle’s “The Second Enclosure Movement and the Construction of the Public Domain.” The law locks up the man or woman Who steals the goose from off the common But leaves the greater villain loose Who steals the common from off the goose. The law demands that we atone When we take thingsContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND TEN”
THREE HUNDRED AND NINE
I found Ross Goodwin’s Adventures in Narrated Reality last night — it’s a really imaginative research diary with some impressive and stirring results. I plan to read this word.camera collection this week, which will be the first time in my life that I’ve read a machine generated book (that I know of?).
TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE
Paris Winter, by Howard Altmann. That we can breathe and not forget our dreams entirely. In the cold sun the warmth of timelessness. There is panic, rest assured, so much beauty stirring, I want to touch all that contains me. We know the questions and the light shifts without a word. In the clouds, aContinue reading “TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE”
TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE
From Jason Novak’s illustrations of Ron Padgett’s poem “How to Be Perfect,” via the Paris Review .
TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE
Warsan Shire, what they did yesterday afternoon. what they did yesterday afternoon they set my aunts house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pound note. i called the boy who use to love me tried to ‘okay’ my voice i said hello he said warsan,Continue reading “TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE”
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