DERPTATUS LOGIDERP-DERPICUS

identifying the relationship between derp and non-derp and defining the limits of "what is derp"

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June Jordan

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“When she was alone She undid the top two buttons Of her blouse, crossed the room and played The upright in the corner there. The brief arrangements of her feeling–flawless– Bloomed in the October chill. [ …] If only He could have such pleasure every night, If only the amazing speech of love were not So frail and could be caught and held Forever.”

— Mark Strand, from “Grotesques,” The Continuous Life: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1992)

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“All you can do is notice the bird and feel for the bird and write to tell me how language feels impossibly useless but you are wrong You are a bird-understander better than I could ever be who make so many noises and call them song”

— Craig Arnold, from “Bird-Understander,” [manuscript] (Poetry Foundation, 2009)                                            

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“red leaves and the way humans attach emotion to one little patch of ground and continually go back there in the autumn of our lives to deal with some of the questions that have troubled us […] for which there are really no answers except at this tranquil season of falling leaves watching them a kind of jubilation sometimes mistaken for sadness”

— Al Purdy, from “Red Leaves,” The More Easily Kept Illusions: The Poetry of Al Purdy, intro. Robert Budde (Wilfrid Laurier University Press, 2006)

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James Abbott McNeill Whistler

Nocturne in Black and Gold (The Falling Rocket)

1875

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“My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet—”

— John Keats, from letter to Fanny Brawne, October 1819, John Keats Selected Letters, ed. John Barnard (Penguin Classics, 2015)

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but you did hesitate

No, I think that was you.

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Mary Oliver, “Don’t Hesitate.”