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poetries

[nplusonemag-blog]

Women are the internet, and the internet is women. How else to explain male writers’ terror about taking it with them to the office? Women writers may admit they have a hard time working while online, but for men this appears to be a much more profound issue, and in some cases a hardware problem. (Zadie Smith thanks the internet-blocking application Freedom on the acknowledgments page of her latest book, but she didn’t name an entire novel after it.) Men tear the ethernet cord out of the socket, they hot-glue the socket, they use computers so old they say they were made without a socket. They claim they must avoid the internet so as not to masturbate all over their computers (see “The Porn Machine,” Issue Five). But their stories of covering up and gluing shut suggest that for men the internet is in fact the site of a perverse fear of penetration. They have withdrawn into a cult of the unplugged.

The Intellectual Situation (via nplusonemag)

[quaintmagazine]

Buy Quaint, Support Women in Developing Countries

Recently, we’ve been ruminating on what it means to support women, to be a feminist. Quaint has always believed in providing a safe space for women and nonbinary folk to express themselves, and to publish work that might not fit well with mainstream presses. We are committed to supporting victims of abuse, and this, coupled with our exclusionary publication policies, has often been a contentious issue.

[quaintmagazine]

UPDATE:

We have 83 physical copies of Quaint Issue 4 left. 83. Tomorrow, July 1st, we were scheduled to finish our Heifer International fundraising drive. But you know what? 83 physical issues of Quaint is $415. That’s enough to send a little girl in a developing country to school, PLUS provide for a women’s self help group. Hot damn!

So we’re going to run this promotion until Quaint 4 (hard copy) sells out. 50% of proceeds from sales of the hard copy journal, plus 50% from ANY digital issue (price is donation based) will go to Heifer.

Kia is going on tour with Sarah Xerta this week, and there will be copies of the journal for sale at Blood Jet Poetry Series on Wednesday night, and in Austin on Thursday night (message for details). Otherwise, you can order them online here: http://www.quaintmagazine.com/store

Let’s do this thing. Together we can make a difference. x

quaintmagazine:

Until July 1st, Quaint will be donating 50% of all sales from Quaint Issue 4 (both the print and PDF edition) to Heifer International. Heifer is an internationally recognized accredited charity organization that seeks to assist communities in developing countries in a sustainable, on-going fashion–not by buying them resources that will become depleted, but by giving these communities the tools and education they need to self-sustain.

Please spread and share the word!

[therumpus]

How and how soon should you intervene if you suspect your child lacks rhythm? At what age should you begin initiating your little ones to the historical memory of slavery?”

From “Ghosts in the Machines: Synergy and the Dialogic System,” a poem in Gregory Pardio’s Digest, reviewed by Phillip B. Williams at The Rumpus. (via therumpus)

[fork-tender]

✔️ (at Clarice Lispector)

[poeticspace67]

[bostonpoetryslam]

I feel that poetry is, and is for, everyone. But we are poetry, we are somewhat measurable vibrant bundles of ‘wave lengths,’ moving and perceptually collaged selves perceived as wholes. Anyone is the universe.

Alice Notley, interviewed by Adam Plunkett for the Poetry Foundation (via bostonpoetryslam)

[poeticspace67]

The Art of Recklessness

“We are reading by flashlight during a power outage caused by the storm we are in, the storm we make and are made of. What we write must be worth those last moments of the battery’s life to our reader. Finally I am not sustained by poetries whose electricity is not neural. The kind of poetry that belies mortality through the eternities of hyperspace, through the Google search, is of no use. Poetry is not information. Information is a corpse. Poetry is alive because it knows it is mortal. A poem is a manifestation of affect, of life, desperate life.” 

--James Longenbach 

[jazminedior]

I am so tired of waiting, Aren’t you, For the world to become good And beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife And cut the world in two — And see what worms are eating At the rind.

Langston Hughes  (via sirenmouth)

[maza-dohta]

I have silences buried so deep within me, they weep when they blossom.

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

[thepianofarm]

Danez Smith, Poetry (March 2014). Courtesy of Madeleine Witenberg.

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[hereje]

All who have achieved real excellence in any art, possess one thing in common, that is, a mind to obey nature, to be one with nature, throughout the four seasons of the year. Whatever such a mind sees is a flower, and whatever such a mind dreams of is the moon.

Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North (via hereje)

[asymptotejournal]

No wonder the acclaimed Mexican poet’s latest collection is named “Against the Current.” Read an excerpt of Mills’ sensuous work in our latest issue.

[bostonpoetryslam]

Jenni B. Baker, published in Swarm

[maxkirin]

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

Stephen King (via maxkirin), some real talk I need to remember… (via apromptripost)

[forgetlings]

Poems are our children. Our children are older than us, because they have longer and further to live. Older than us from the future. Therefore sometimes foreign to us.

— Marina Tsvetaeva, ‘The Poet and Time’

[the-final-sentence]

Each day and forever, by the ticking of the mantel clock and by the dark wheeling of the cosmos, we have given time a home.

Sena Jeter Naslund, from Ahab’s Wife: or, The Star-Gazer (via the-final-sentence)

[aclockworkplum]

You have played,  (I think)  And broke the toys you were fondest of,  And are a little tired now;  Tired of things that break, and—  Just tired.  So am I.

e.e. cummings (via aclockworkplum)