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#anselm kiefer

voices to voices,lip to lip

i swear(to noone everyone)constitutes

undying;or whatever this and that petal confutes...

to exist being a peculiar form of sleep

what's beyond logic happens beneath will;

nor can these moments be translated:i say

that even after April

by God there is no excuse for May

-bring forth your flowers and machinery:sculpture and prose

flowers guess and miss

machinery is the more accurate, yes

it delivers the goods,Heaven knows

(yet are we mindful,though not as yet awake,

of ourselves which shout and cling,being

for a little while and which easily break

in spite of the best overseeing)

i mean that the blond abscence of any program

except last and always and first to live

makes unimportant what i and you believe;

not for philosophy does this rose give a damn...

bring on your fireworks,which are a mixed

splendor of piston and of pistil;very well

provided an instant may be fixed

so that it will not rub,like any other pastel.

(While you and i have lips and voices which

are for kissing and to sing with

who cares if some oneyed son for a bitch

invents an instrument to measure Spring with?

each dream nascitur,is not made...)

why then to Hell with that:the other;this,

since the thing perhaps is

to eat flower and not to be afraid.

#e.e. cummings #christ i love him

#andy dixon

Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it r u n s s p a r k l i n g t h r o u g h m y f i n g e r s.

#wedding flowers #clarice lispector

#indigo dyeing

I have resigned as poetry editor of the New York Times Magazine.

The Israeli state’s U.S-backed war against the people of Gaza is not a war for anyone. There is no safety in it or from it, not for Israel, not for the United States or Europe, and especially not for the many Jewish people slandered by those who claim falsely to fight in their names. Its only profit is the deadly profit of oil interests and weapon manufacturers.

The world, the future, our hearts—everything grows smaller and harder from this war. It is not only a war of missiles and land invasions. It is an ongoing war against the people of Palestine, people who have resisted throughout decades of occupation, forced dislocation, deprivation, surveillance, siege, imprisonment, and torture.

Because our status quo is self-expression, sometimes the most effective mode of protest for artists is to refuse.

I can’t write about poetry amidst the ‘reasonable’ tones of those who aim to acclimatize us to this unreasonable suffering. No more ghoulish euphemisms. No more verbally sanitized hellscapes. No more warmongering lies.

If this resignation leaves a hole in the news the size of poetry, then that is the true shape of the present.

#anne boyer

#melanie laurent #quentin tarentino

#louise bourgeois

The Assassin

The correct death is written in. / I will fill the need. / My bow is stiff. / My bow is in readiness. / I am the bullet and the hook. / I am cocked and held ready. / In my sights I carve him / like a sculptor. I mold out / his last look at everyone. / I carry his eyes and his / brain bone at every position. / I know his male sex and I do / march over him with my index finger. / His mouth and his anus are one. / I am at the center of feeling.

A subway train is / traveling across my crossbow. / I have a blood bolt / and I have made it mine. / With this man I take in hand / his destiny and with this gun / I take in hand the newspapers and / with my heat I will take him. / He will bend down toward me / and his veins will tumble out / like children... Give me / his flag and his eye. / Give me his hard shell and his lip. / He is my evil and my apple and / I will see him home.

#anne sexton