#mark bibbins

[trans-gogh]

“[FIGS HANG FROM MORTAL TREES]/[IN THE GRAPHITE MONTH OF MAY]”

- Mark Bibbins, Medusa

My favorite poetry book finally came in the mail! Can’t wait to re-read it. 10/10 Highly recommend

[contremineur]

like heat lightning behind a bank of clouds one summer night at the edge of the world.

Mark Bibbins, final stanza to And you thought you were the only one

from here – thank you, poem-locker (flickering away since December 2015)

[still-july]

From "13th Balloon"

Mark Bibbins

[lifeinpoetry]

William S. Burroughs said cut into the present and the future leaks out

When I cut into the past what leaks out is you

— Mark Bibbins, from 13th Balloon

[poetsandwriters]

In 'Personism' Frank O’Hara writes, 'You just go on your nerve,' which isn’t the best advice for everyone—especially the 'just' part—but I’ve found it to be useful.

Mark Bibbins, in this week’s Ten Questions; read the rest at pw.org!

[notmanthelessbutnaturemore]

          I don’t know when

or whether I figured out the difference

between wanting to be damaged

and wanting to be healed.

Mark Bibbins, 13th Balloon

[arisingonmorningsinnocent]

At The End of the Endless Decade

by Mark Bibbins

For years had anyone needed me to spell the word commiserate

I’d have disappointed them. I envy people who are more excited

by etymology than I am, but not the ones who can explain how

music works—I wonder whether the critic who wrote

that the Cocteau Twins were the voice of god still believes it. Why not,

what else would god sound like. Even though I know better, when I see

the word misericordia I still think suffering, not forgiveness;

when we commiserate we are united not in mercy but in misery,

so let’s go ahead and call this abscess of history the Great Commiseration.

The difference between affliction and affection

is a flick, a lick—but check again, what lurks in the letters

is “lie,” and what kind of luck is that. As the years pile up

our friends become more vocal about their various damages:

Won’t you let me monetize your affliction, says my friend

the corporation. When I try to enter the name of any city

it autocorrects to Forever: I’m spending a week in Forever,

Forever was hotter than ever this year, Forever’s expensive

but oh the museums, and all of its misery’s ours.

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