English 2367.02 Common Place

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[hardgrovei]

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whether the poem speaks of #devastation or #hope whether it happens #before or #after

as long as it causes a #reflection by the reader in some #point of view we can cause a #beginning of a #journey that will forever change the #time #after

[evkenn17]

"My God, I whispered. The radio said there is no god."

-Ricky Laurentiis, “No Ararat” (via evkenn17)

the author does a great job of showing contrasting views with this line

[rsparksblog]

"The sky shook off his clothes and was brilliant. I tell you it was necessary: violence had to preface such beauty."

No Ararat. Ricky Laurentiis.  (via rsparksblog)

I really liked how this was used to show the authors view of the storm

[hardgrovei]

There was a storm. Then there wasn’t.

No Ararat - RICKY LAURENTIIS 

[hardgrovei]

This is a memory of the Coast: to each his own

Liturgy to the Mississippi Gulf Coast - NATASHA TRETHEWEY 

[hardgrovei]

They gave me summer--we threw stones & peed

seven testimonies - NICK FLYNN 

[hardgrovei]

They use words like "casualties" to speak of murder.

Arroz Poetica - ARACELIS GIRMAY 

[hardgrovei]

Don't you know the size of your library is in inverse proportion to the size of your penis?

Some Instructions on Black Masculinity Offered to my Black Friend by the White Woman He Briefly Dated, A Monologue - ROSS GAY 

[hardgrovei]

I’ll correct you and tell you it’s about history which is the blacksmith of our tongues. Our eyes.

Mistaken for Both the African American Poet Terrance Hayes and the African American Poet Kyle Dargan, Not One of Whom Looks Anything Alike - ROSS GAY 

[hardgrovei]

When I stop by McDonalds for a cheeseburger, no one suspects what I am.

What I Am - TERRANCE HAYES 

[hardgrovei]

The sun glitters spectacular as is the custom on May afternoons in Texas and yet comes through the years as a dull, smoky whiteness in the trees here in the photograph I am tired of looking at.

Onlookers with the Burning Body of Jesse Washington -

STEVE SCAFIDI 

[hardgrovei]

we were losing our bodies— digitized salt of bytes and speed we were becoming a powder—

Techno - DANA LEVIN 

[hardgrovei]

The one who lobs piss from the overpass, one who siphons gasoline, huffs hours crumpled in wood sheds, in warm oblivion, they’re perfecting crotch grab and spit, and got a mean pick and roll going on.

The Court of Forgetting  - JAMES HOCH 

[hardgrovei]

They are all sweat, hustle, break, forgetting minutes, hours, deaths they’ve inhaled

The Court of Forgetting - JAMES HOCH 

[hardgrovei]

You can get there from here, though there’s no going home.

Theories of Space and Time - NATASHA TRETHEWEY 

[hardgrovei]

Port Hudson where their bodies swelled and blackened beneath the sun—unburied

South - NATASHA TRETHEWEY 

[hardgrovei]

I have never wanted another life, but I know the story of pursuit: the dream of a gate standing open, a grill and folding chairs, a new yard boxed in light.

Root - TERRANCE HAYES