-from something (note to self?) I wrote for Words for Winter, 2017, Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis. Thank you, Northern Lights, for the unlikely forum.

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-from something (note to self?) I wrote for Words for Winter, 2017, Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis. Thank you, Northern Lights, for the unlikely forum.
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Reading for the Segue Series at the Zinc Bar, November 21, 2015
There is the space where a thought would be, but which you can’t get hold of. I love that space. It’s the reason I like to deal with fragments. Because no matter what the thought would be if it were fully worked out, it wouldn’t be as good as the suggestion of a thought that the space gives you. Nothing fully worked out could be so arresting, spooky.
Anne Carson (via theparisreview)
Announcing the launch today of a brand new online edition of Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland! Created in partnership with Medium, we have invited 12 Carroll scholars to annotate a chapter each over the course of the next 6 weeks. It is very much envisaged as a discussion so we invite you to contribute with your comments and own notes. There’s also a great set of newly commisioned artwork (inlcuding animated GIFs) to accompany the chapters. See the first chapter annotated by Zoe Jacques here:http://bit.ly/1KwxJro, and the overall project page here: http://bit.ly/1IqvPsW#Alice150
in which she is looking
Well enlightenment is useless, I said this often, no one was listening. You may be an extraordinary master of classical wisdom yourself, no use making other people miserable. Try laying your rice paper on the campground to paint. The bumpy lines are like not knowing.
Anne Carson (via carrieabigstick)
Why isn’t this on the news everywhere right now? Talking about it would bring up the long history of white racism expressed through the burning of Black churches (sometimes with people inside) and the mass media’s job is to protect, project and perpetuate the illusion of white innocence. Here the victims are Black and most likely in all these cases the arsonists are white racist. The media will do anything to avoid that conversation. However that purse snatching Black kid? Yea they’ll break into regular programming for that.
And you wonder why white people cant talk about race or racism without shorting a circuit.
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In utero at the mag: excerpts from Elisabeth Workman’s poetry manuscript, You Always Live Again, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize ....
A little window into a new book. And here--https://tarpaulinsky.com/2015/06/book-prize/ --many wonderful windows, e.g. Christine Friedlander’s, e.g. Jared Joseph’s, e.g. Lauren Russell’s, e.g. Danielle Pafunda’s
Some beautiful illustrations for cephalopod week from The Cephalopoda, atlas.
as if hearing my google search for kraken
If you're afraid of butter, use cream.
Julia Child, a poetics
Everything.
Going outside at night in Italy
Shawl insufficiency
Too many pillows
Garden troubles
Someone said “No” very loudly while they were in the room
(Just to name a few. Go read the rest posthaste, lest you succumb to The Unpleasantness.)
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A Special Upcoming Issue
Sink Review 15, a special issue, guest edited by Carrie Lorig and Nick Sturm, will publish letters and correspondence, between writers, between writers and artists, between writers and musicians, between people. We (Carrie and Nick) are inspired by the emails and drawings we send our loved beings. We are inspired by Bill Berkson and Bernadette Mayer’s What’s Your Idea of a Good Time?, Spicer’s letters to Lorca, Correspondence by Ingeborg Bachmann and Paul Celan, the letters Bhanu Kapil publishes on her blog, and the exchanges that live and are seen primarily in the archive. We are inspired by desire, friendship, playfulness, refusal, energy, doubt, and impossibility. This issue would like to bring these attempts to reach another to light in order to showcase different definitions of correspondence. What is a letter? What makes it? What happens here that doesn’t happen anywhere else? Sink 15 wants to publish a correspondence between one and another.
Guidelines
We will NOT accept any poems for Sink Review 15. We will publish either ONE individual letter written by a submitter or TWO letters in correspondence with each other. In either case, only one person should submit the letter(s). If you choose to send two letters in correspondence, think of it like a collaboration. Only one person submits the collaboration. Exchanges can be typed, they can be emails, they can be hand written, or they can be gchats. Additionally, the letter(s) can be written with Sink 15 in mind or the letter(s) can be previously written. Exchanges do not have to take place between poets or even writers, but between anybody. Individuals who are considering sending ONE letter, this letter may be written to anyone dead or alive. Submissions must include a transcription of the correspondence in a Word Document or a PDF. For artistic purposes, submitters may also choose to send a photo or facsimile of the original correspondence along with the transcription, but this is not required. We will begin accepting submissions on June 15.
SUBMISSIONS OPEN TOMORROW / THIS IS NOT YR USUAL LITERARY MAGAZINE ISSUE / WE WANT YR RAWNESS / YR IMPACTS
Takashi Shimura and Toshiro Mifune, Drunken Angel (酔いどれ天使) (Akira Kurosawa, 1948).
"And in the air there was always the perfume of violets." -Marosa di Giorgio
is there capitalism in the afterlife
VESSEL FOR PERSEVERANCE" after Elisabeth Workman like I good jug I don't go bad like a good sister I pleasure myself minorly, slightly ending at just the right time for vigilance for a brain to wake alone, sheets sweaty audience off to work to do the important work of earning to bring home jugs to sleep with to put us to sleep to enjoy a nice coin, a nice evening without my interruption of mind a mind in California a mind in a family has its place to be seen and not heard the relief of only being seen, coppery in a supermarket in California spending precious consciousness on milk to carry home and spray like pleasure inside an ice box righteous refrigeration prolonged, I pleasure myself fully persevere in my container dilute my welcome home say who are you to see me awaken break for all hungry bodies will want my change for a roof over their makeshift kitchen my makeshift vision is sorry I have it retires for the night I break for all bodies in domestic sight
Leora Fridman, while reading _Ultramegaprairieland_ on her flight from Mpls to California, <3 <3 <3
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