#dot devota

[wellconstructedsentences]

It wasn't important enough to make me want to leave my book

The Division of Labor by Dot Devota

[yangsubinie]

Two illustrations I had a LOT of fun with for Design Week Portland! One is for Amos Kennedy’s talk about citizenship and one is for Dot Devota’s writing. Read both of them here!

[vispoetica-blog]

Notes for National Corpse Month, cont.

five essays on the occasion of National Poetry Month, April 2016, published on Harriet (the Poetry Foundation), with introductions by Brandon Shimoda:

Yanara Friedland, Unknown [sound of water against stone]

Caitie Moore, Corpse and Slur

Youna Kwak, This having been earthly seems lasting

Dot Devota, Race Riot at East St. Louis July 2, 1917

Jackie Wang, Twists and Turns in the Bowels of the Neon Dragon: A Dream Maze

Notes for National Corpse Month is the title of/refers back to essays that I wrote last year for Harriet (Poetry Foundation), also on the occasion of National Poetry Month (2015). Re/visit Parts One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.

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Notes for National Corpse Month, cont.

five essays on the occasion of National Poetry Month, April 2016, published on Harriet (the Poetry Foundation), with introductions by Brandon Shimoda:

Yanara Friedland, Unknown [sound of water against stone]

Caitie Moore, Corpse and Slur

Youna Kwak, This having been earthly seems lasting

Dot Devota, Race Riot at East St. Louis July 2, 1917

Jackie Wang, Twists and Turns in the Bowels of the Neon Dragon: A Dream Maze

[Notes for National Corpse Month is the title of/refers back to essays that were written last year for Harriet (Poetry Foundation), also on the occasion of National Poetry Month (2015). Re/visit Parts One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.]

[vispoetica-blog]

[fluttering-slips]

Vow        

As one who has slept as one who has broken from sleep as one who went to sleep on the wind and broke the wings                of a sleeping lover

Each door a tiny mistake we rationalize, held open for the next Dot Devota

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[christineshanshanhou]

I Have A Feeling I've been feasted on before. My eyelids sour to crude calligraphy, shock resisting you for the umpteenth nightless sleep where a door should be the window finds the wall's lowlands and slams shut. Portrait drawn by philandering painter mixing up the names of his sleep. We can't create any truth. We can only spread it like gauze all over the furniture.

Dot Devota, THE DIVISION OF LABOR