#some planet

[spaceomellete-blog]

some random album

[mortalpractice]

i am trying to tell you               there is no mathematical possibility for everybody to have a soulmate i'm sorry               some people fit together exactly               like they say they do and it's hard to explain how their atoms               will never really touch

—Jamie Mortara, from "i am trying to tell you," Some Planet

[katiesclassicbooks]

this dreadful circumstance of birth/ we could be anywhere on this little planet/ could build any road/ to any island/ but we're here/ still sweating

You Pick a Road from Some Planet by Jamie Mortara 

[katiesclassicbooks]

Review: Some Planet by Jamie Mortara

About: Some Planet is a poetry collection that was written by Jamie Mortara (Also known as John Mortara) and published in 2015 by the small poetry press YesYes Books. This is an experimental collection with poems that are flowcharts, paper fortune tellers and made up of bible verses from a hotel bible. Although, there are also poems that are more ‘traditional’ in format as well. There is a theme running through this collection of things relating to outer space and the universe, but yet is grounded in affairs that are essentially very human.

Did I Like It?: Yes I did! This was a great collection of poetry. I didn’t love all of the poems, but there were a lot that I found inventive or I felt a connection with. I thought it was a fun idea to throw in poems in flowcharts and paper fortune tellers etc. There were also a series of poems threaded in throughout the collection that were ‘experiments’ and I liked those also. A lot of the ‘regular’ poetry had lines that were separated by slash’s and I really liked the flow and feeling of that style.

Favorite Poems: My absolute favorite poem was: i am trying to tell you. I read that one over many times. I thought it was just wonderful and it struck a chord in me. Some other favorites were: you pick a road, Q&A, distortion planet,gray, my heart is an alien spacecraft, black tourmaline, i am under house arrest inside my own body, you wake in a world where everyone is a robot and they are trying to build humans, vacation, heaven and how to start. There were two ‘experiment’ poems that really stood out to me as well: the one where you flip a coin to make decisions and the one about climbing the mountain.

Do I Recommend It?: Yes! If you are a fan of contemporary poetry then you should check out this collection if it sounds like something you would like. Also, if you particularly like reading poetry from small independent presses or are interested in themes such as outer space and the universe than this may be a collection for you!

Here is a link to get this collection from YesYes Books if you are interested: https://www.yesyesbooks.com/product-page/some-planet-by-jamie-mortara

~Katie 

[mortalpractice]

sure this skin is like i don’t even know how to begin / the roads to my arteries all mudpath / all sillyputty / i trafficjam inside myself / name you mountain / and you whisper well come on in / coo flashlights in my blackout / my kneecaps mouthing / yes please i want that / still stuck / still muffled and mumbled in my own snowdrift / my own pinball kind of think / my shaking storm hands / my forest tongue / you tell me protection spell / language me layercake / swear a tiny god / must be in each of your thumbs / you pressing spirals to my ears / they sound of blanket / of acceptance draped on shoulders / so tonight / so tonight in my chest / we push this wagon / this wheeled stovepan full of longing / we kiss it with lips downhill / lose it somewhere in the river / we two jawlines / together / we chew on our wanted winter

—Jamie Mortara, “pressing spirals,” Some Planet

[mortalpractice]

because every yes i ever said to you was my mouth too terrified to breathe "no" / and right now / i am just furiously reclaiming my body with as much ink as i can afford to buy / but if you ever break yourself back into this home / i don’t want you to recognize these walls i rebuilt in strength

Jamie Mortara, from “after november in a slow fade,” Some Planet

[aranchamora]

Ecos en la memoria

Si pudiera cambiar ese día, nuestro último día en el parque, te diría que:

No quiero dibujar y no quiero hacer ejercicio, solo quiero admirarte y abrazarte, pasar nuestros últimos momentos aquí felices, riendo, viendo paisajes hermosos, viéndote a ti.

Te besaría en lo alto de esa pirámide de cactáceas donde se rompió tu termo, rodeados de los quijotillos que creaban sinfonías con su aleteo.

Si pudiera cambiar ese día, estaríamos tendidos en el pasto viendo el cielo azul en una ciudad que parece siempre gris, guardando un pedacito de pasto para recordar que pueden crecer cosas bellas en los lugares más hostiles.

Cambiaría ese día; tomaría tu mano todo el tiempo, el tiempo que tuvimos. Y aquel árbol en el que nos sentamos a dibujar, sería un rincón secreto a orillas del mundo que solo tú y yo sabríamos cómo llegar.

Y tal vez toda esta nostalgia pertenece a un algo que ya no existe, un algo que dejamos escapar durante estos meses, un algo que intentaba sobrevivir pero el golpe final de unas palabras lo desmoronó por completo en pedacitos que permanecen como ecos en nuestra memoria.

Y eso fue lo único que quedó.