#rika lesser

[child-in-her-eyes]

[red-ibis-red]

Fruits rot, fall away: but sometimes decay brings forth. The tree rises, green ascends.

How often have I had to turn to Root.

—Rika Lesser, “The Body of the Work”

[red-ibis-red]

...horses, butterflies, eyelids of black-eyed roses, clear lachrymatories, fruits, mirrors, angels, gods and God knows what, turned and returned to one thing with no name, something nameless and unspeakable.

Like a magician of the invisible, a clock without hands, you pointed to things in you, in me, somewhere between: Images.

—Rika Lesser, “The Body of the Work”

[public-poetry]

EX LIBRIS Tomorrow!

Is Richard Howard a tragedian? a comedian? Something else?

Find out tomorrow at EX LIBRIS! Join us at 7pm for a live discussion. Learn more here.

[public-poetry]

Ex Libris - 7pm, October 21, Online at Public Poetry

Ex Libris is an online, free discussion of poetry with a poet hosted by Public Poetry at 7pm on the third Tuesday of each month.

This month, we are honored to have Rika Lesser discuss Richard Hower’s “Progressive Education”/”Paper Trail.” Join the discussion on October 21. Learn more at Public Poetry.

[microtomb]

inside me was night streaming, streaming night whirling and starless Not a single human star

—Göran Sonnevi, trans. by Rika Lesser

[bibliomancyoracle]

You see the world differently when scattered from above

  *

  from "Essential Difference" by Kiki Dimoula (translated by Cecile Inglessis Margellos and Rika Lesser)

[bibliomancyoracle]

Nothing is constant

Neither is this absence

constant

*

by Göran Sonnevi (translated by Rika Lesser)