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Text: Thinking About Diana Calf-Deep in Cool Water Carmina Magazine, Fall 2019
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Abraham Govaerts (attributed), Diana bathing in a woodland pool / Paul Manship, Diana / Titian, The Death of Actaeon / J.M.W Turner, View of Fonthill Abbey
Text: Thinking About Diana Calf-Deep in Cool Water Carmina Magazine, Fall 2019
Maybe in a year I could write something. There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.
Sharon Olds, from "September 2001: New York City" (Stags Leap)
âI am astonished in my teaching to find how many poets are nearly blind to the physical world. They have ideas, memories, and feelings, but when they write their poems they often see them as similes. To break this habit, I have my students keep a journal in which they must write, very briefly, six things they have seen each dayânot beautiful or remarkable things, just things. This seemingly simple task usually is hard for them. At the beginning, they typically âseeâ things in one of three ways: artistically, deliberately, or not at all. Those who see artistically instantly decorate their descriptions, turning them into something poetic: the winter trees immediately become âold men with snow on their shoulders,â or the lake looks like a âgiant eye.â The ones who see deliberately go on and on describing a brass lamp by the bed with painful exactness. And the ones who see only what is forced on their attention: the grandmother in a bikini riding on a skateboard, or a bloody car wreck. But with practice, they begin to see carelessly and learn a kind of active passivity until after a month nearly all of them have learned to be available to seeingâand the physical world pours in. Their journals fill up with lovely things like, âthe mirror with nothing reflected in it.â This way of seeing is important, even vital to the poet, since it is crucial that a poet see when she or he is not lookingâjust as she must write when she is not writing. To write just because the poet wants to write is natural, but to learn to see is a blessing. The art of finding in poetry is the art of marrying the sacred to the world, the invisible to the human.â
â Linda Gregg, from âThe Art of Findingâ
One of my dreams is for my books and my writings to travel the world, for my pen to have wings so that no unstamped passport or visa rejecti
[Text ID: âIt shall pass, I keep hoping. It shall pass, I keep saying. Sometimes I mean it. Sometimes I donât. And as Gaza keeps gasping for life, we struggle for it to pass, we have no choice but to fight back and to tell her stories. For Palestine.â]
Dr Refaat AlAreer was just murdered by israel (12/7/23)
His last tweet:
Refaat was also a contributor to this anthology called Light in Gaza. It is available for free download on Haymarket Booksâ website. He was also one of the founders of the We Are Not Numbers Project. Please make sure his words and contributions to this world are never forgotten.
Years ago, I received a query from a prominent editor about a line in Mahmoud Darwishâs long poem, âThe âRed Indianâsâ Penultimate Speech to the White Man,â (If I Were Another). The poem channels Chief Seattleâs voice and spirit. In the poemâs second section, the line in question follows an address to Columbus, âthe free [who] has the right to find India in any sea, / and the right to name our ghosts as pepper or Indian.â
The line in question is this: âYou have burst seventy million heartsâŠenough, / enough for you to return from our death as monarch of the new timeâ:
isnât it time we met, stranger, as two strangers of one time and one land, the way strangers meet by a chasm? We have what is oursâŠand we have what is yours of sky. You have what is yoursâŠand what is ours of air and water.
âI just donât get where he got the seventy million from?â the editor asked.
I didnât reply. I didnât wonder about the accuracy of Darwishâs claim. Maybe he included all the Natives annihilated in the Americas over the centuries. The only thought I had in my head was, âIs this really whatâs bothering you about the poem?â
Years later, in a daydream, a marginalia of my soul visited me, and it spoke thus: âDo you remember those seventy million punctured hearts in Darwishâs poem? If youâre ever asked again, if the person who asks you says that historical studies show the number is not possible or whatever, remember the buffalos.â
The buffalo hearts are also native hearts. Who will count the donkeys, dogs, and cats in Gaza? The birds will return.
â Fady Joudah, in his essay âA Palestinian Meditation in a Time of Annihilationâ
if you are a fan of the poem "what resembles the grave but isn't," you might be interested to know that the poet, anne boyer, resigned her position at the new york times magazine today, and her letter is worth reading in its entirety.
"If this resignation leaves a hole in the news the size of poetry, then that is the true shape of the present. "
I've posted a couple entries before but as it's ongoing, I wanted to link the Gaza Diary project from the Guardian. A person named Ziad is recounting day by day how the family/neighbors are living through the siege in Gaza. It is not pulling any punches, but it's the sort of thing people mean when they say "Don't look away".
It's really helpful as the death toll mounts to be able to look at stuff like thisâit's a fact that no matter how much sympathy one has, sheer numbers of dead get too big for people not in the midst of it to be able to process. The goal here is to put faces and voices back.
Ziad, a 35-year-old Palestinian, recounts life in Gaza since Israel declared a siege
This person is incredibly brave and dedicated, and I pray they all stay as safe as they can.
(@tributary asked to be tagged in this, here you are)
quote is from this piece in n+1
âAt the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? / And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?â
â Ilya Kaminsky, from âA City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck,â Deaf Republic
Today I touched what bones are made of, The B'K Vol 12 Issue 4
âI remind myself that language isnât my job. Writing a poem isnât my job. My job is the human job of waiting and listening, and language is just what poets useâlike wind chimesâto catch the sound of the larger, more essential thing. Wind chimes themselves are not the point. The point is the wind.â
âJenny George, in âWilder Forms: Our Fourteenth Annual Look at Debut Poetsâ in the January/February issue of Poets & Writers Magazine (2019); read the rest at pw.org!
from The Brutish Museums:Â The Benin Bronzes, Colonial Violence and Cultural Restitution, by Dan Hicks.
[Image ID: The book has been written with this motto in mind: as the border is to the nation state so the museum is to empire. Like the border uses space to classify, making distinctions between different kinds of human, so the museum uses time. Like the telegraph, the camera and the disciplines of archaeology and anthropology themselves, the museum seeks to annihilate time and space, to weaponise distance. Like the camera, the museum does not freeze time but controls exposure, measures out duration. A time of taking is giving way to a time of returns, like the gun that shoots twice, a second moment is coming. From the outset, therefore, we need a theory of taking. /end ID]
protesters in Atlanta just got hit with $700k bail for two people who were arrested at the night of rage for Tortuguita. if you guys could donate to the Atlanta Solidarity Fund and spread the word that they need funds, that would be really helpful to the local scene, including the forest defenders who are still mourning their murdered comrade.
https://atlsolidarity.org/