#bin ramke

[antisisyphus]

A point, a line, alignment. Lovely the lingering lights along the shore as the century lays itself out for observation: hunger and the youthful indiscretion. I am one of many, or not even one, but am of many one who watches the waves and allows the particulate sand its say, say, its sound, susurrant. Of many one engaging the ear as if the Pacific meant its name, as if the edge of continent contented us with boundary. Draw a line from A to B. Live there.

Curve of Pursuit, Bin Ramke

[amaised44]

[adjameson]

I have a story in CONJUNCTIONS #71, "A Cabinet of Curiosity"

I have a story in CONJUNCTIONS #71, “A Cabinet of Curiosity”

I’m excited to announce that my story “Days of Heaven” will appear in Conjunctions #71, “A Cabinet of Curiosity.” Conjunctions has long been one of my favorite literary journals, and I still find it slightly unreal that they’ve published me.

In addition to being in the print issue, my story is up at the Conjunctions website, alongside a story by the legendary Ann Beattie. I’m honored to have my…

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[omnidawn]

For this week’s #ThrowbackThursday, we are featuring Tendril by Bin Ramke (2007). Tendril moves between the particular spaces of history, philosophy, and the placement of self within the intricacies of life. Ramke uses varied sources such as Henry Tuke’s madhouses or Gödel’s last days. Even the quieter realities of family life are included, as in the poem “Gregg Shorthand Dictionary.”

You must be here imagine the arranges swirls and swoops drawn in a right-hand column, a group of printed words left, for instance at a random page Secretary, then Sermon Serve Service Session Several Severe Severity

Still, if you can dance, do. Unstill It was what her hands would do, did; was this solace? Even the sad can dance, given the chance. Half a chance. (29)

Check out more about Tendril here.

[seaanimalonland]

Making It Up As You Go Along | Bin Ramke

Lucretius loved Epicurus, knew the world through him; his meaning was clear: love as a way of knowing, of assuming the known. To know is to narrate. People die trying to tell what it was like there then. Others die of not trying. The form of this telling is, for example, a trellis. A growth controlled unpredictable within measure. Trellis. Tri licium. three threads. The weaver knows through the fingers the way worlds hold together. Basket makers. The shadow of a trellis is filled against itself, against measure. See the sun try again to stop the movement of the rose climbing among the woven ways.

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[maroonedoffvesta]

I am not walking through a garden as I write I am not observing the haunted viburnum glistening under ice because the day is cold in spite of sun shining bluely and burdened. But I would walk where the old bark broken may not revive --

--Bin Ramke, "A Longing", in Conjunctions 65

[maroonedoffvesta]

Paul of Tarsus on the road struck down by light/best knowledge never the same again. I crossed the street myself to be struck by a Ford & after surgery was the same.

--Bin Ramke, "Fall. Things. Sudden (I)", in Conjunctions 65

[omnidawn]

And you thought you were so smart at your end of the telescope, I now reverse the universe upside down and microscopic inside me as I am inside it— beat that, child of mine.

Bin Ramke, author of Missing the Moon, in Lana Turner