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practicing my dead wife smile. practicing my kubrick stare. practicing my dead wife smile. practicing my kubrick stare.
Poems do not endure as objects but as presences. When you read anything worth remembering, you liberate a human voice; you release into the world again a companion spirit. I read poems to hear that voice. And I write to speak to those I have heard.
Louise Glück, from “Death and Absence” in Proofs and Theories
a severe thunderstorm warning that doesnt follow through is worse than orgasm denial
6th grade math problem:
Words were exchanged between friends – the house of human companionship was established in secret – eons passed – eons passed – eons passed – eons passed
A) The house was diminished!
B) The house was strengthened!
C) The house was swept away!
D) The house was swept away!
Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999
Raymond Carver
Keep salting the wound I'm close
from the Lavender and Red Union, a group of communists who wrote this in 1975.
"GAY LIBERATION IS IMPOSSIBLE WITHOUT SOCIALIST REVOLUTION. SOCIALISM IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT GAY LIBERATION."
personally I am of the opinion that vegans who are like “the way our food system currently works under capitalism on a large scale is exceptionally cruel to all animals including humans and is not sustainable, so I’m doing what I can to make the most ethical choices available to me about what I eat and encourage others to do the same” are generally very reasonable people who I agree with in spades. but vegans who seem to think human beings are not themselves animals who are ultimately also part of the food chain but instead some kind of other paternalistic higher entity that can never engage in ethical and sustainable hunting practices (and especially the fringe I’ve seen who think other carnivorous animal predators are also evil and need to be eliminated) are people I regard as foolish at best if not actively anti-indigenous and racist
Christopher Charles Curtis
the in-between
/ original photography by Vijay Sarathy
Bruce Springsteen visits his childhood home in Freehold, New Jersey, photo by Joel Bernstein, 1979.
The Soul Revisiting the Body
The Papyrus of Ani, 1400 B.C. Why do you return? What could they mean to you now— this flesh, these openings, these candles burning at each end of my body as if warmth and light could reach me? What is it you desire? What lack is there in Heaven? I always thought it would be terrible to be beyond change. Now we are both beyond change; there is nothing I can give you. You have returned to me in the form of a bird; your wings are large, they would enclose me. How tremulous and soft you are, your slow, feathery turnings of love, of desire. My arms are rigid at my sides. There is so much I do not want to remember. You remember everything, and cannot rest. Each transgression. Each lily slowly opening. How so many times you watched me move from innocence to bitterness, from bitterness to rage, and then forgiveness. It's strange how I had to forgive the earth for not loving me, each rock and tree, knowing all the while I did not matter, that the inanimate is beautiful because it cannot feel. Now I am inanimate. Your longing a flame that cannot wound me. Your wings embrace an emptiness like air.
Laurie Sheck (b. 1953) Poetry, September 1984
Church and House, Virginia City, Nevada, Photo by Wright Morris, 1941