An Interview with Richard Siken

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An Interview with Richard Siken
Exmoor Snow by Sarah Brooks
"They say the sun will come back at midnight after all my one love but we know how the minutes fly out into the dark trees and vanish"
W. S. Merwin, from "The Solstice"
Tom Thomson (Canadian 1877-1917), Northern Lights (alternate title: Aurora Borealis), Spring, 1916, Oil on wood panel
Attending the Party by Hieu Minh Nguyen
Fantasia (1940)
A liquid morning rose, dazzling, over the pure sea. From the sky, fresh as a rose, washed and rewashed by the waters, reduced by each successive laundering to its most delicate and clearest texture, a quivering light fell, endowing each house, each tree, with a palpable shape and a magic newness. The earth must have risen in just such a light the morning the world was born.
Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays
Last rays in a snowy forest
niiloi
“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (Diversion Books, April 20, 2014)
Senzoku Pond by Hasui Kawase, 1928.
“Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.”
— Dylan Thomas, final three sentences of A Child’s Christmas In Wales (via rustbeltjessie)
'Tomten and Fox' by Lennart Helje (1940-2017)
Muriel Rukeyser, from "Christmas Eve" in The Collected Poems
Anna Syperek (b.1949) - December Apples. Etching and aquatint.
Devin Kelly, from "Waking up in Beverly Hospital"
'Winter's embrace' by Lucy Campbell
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter featured in Letters to Merline, 1919-1922