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from the introduction to Paul Legault’s the Emily Dickinson reader. one (me) must lose her mind
the conceit of this book is translating Dickinson into English bc she wrote in her own language and im really. I’M really
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Lunch Poems 2, the sequel.
JEAN MICHAEL BASQUIAT x KEITH HARING
“THE STARE’S NEXT BY MY WINDOW” Artist book Acrylic on paper 2016
I rewrote a poem by W. B. Yeats that’s now a painting by Edo
Oh, that’s what we’re supposed to do.
It's my party, and you can come by if you want to.
Click the portrait to play audio. You can download an MP3 of the audio only here.
May is totally gonna happen.
Joseph made that face.
I went to Tennessee Williams’s house.
I went to Tennessee Williams’s grave.
It's not like you can turn off a window.
"The original remains inimitable."
I was Bladerunner and you were electricity. I walked my plank like the evil seahorse told me to. When summer beats the August out of herself we’ll be this mer-audience to her sea-tornados.
I moaned all the way to where I trembled like a fish at the bottom, my bottom being fish- like but of this insane blue that’s like the idea of color or like a tower of neon forces going down.
I was Aquaman. You were the constellation the islands made to make me look at. Dear dark, how many gold birds are sleeping in you with their little futures? I hear a million.
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I have this poem about the magical properties of food in the new issue of Gather alongside photography by Rachel Stern.