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If a poem holds only what we already understand and are comfortable with, we wouldn’t need the poem. Not to write it, not to read it. What we need poems for is their way of pressing beyond certainty, arrogance, and comfort. When we are unseated from ego’s throne, and we still have to find a way to live, when there is no chair or floor under us, what do we do? We look for what isn’t made of the simplest kinds of wood, glue, and joints. A poem is made of this world’s wood, glue, and joints—it’s still language, it’s still words, it still draws from our bodies and minds and this planet’s entire banquet of material and emotional and conceptual richness—but a poem is words somehow doing things that words can’t quite do. This allows us to think the unthinkable, to feel the unfeelable thing, to find ourselves and the world dismantled and continue to breathe, to live.

Jane Hirshfield, from an interview taken by Kim Rosen c. March 2013 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I Was Minor by Olena Kalytiak Davis

In this life, I was very minor.

I was a minor lover. There was maybe a day, a night or two, when I was on.

I was, would have been, a minor daughter, had my parents lived.

I was a minor runner. I was a minor thinker. In the middle distance, not too fast.

I was a minor mother: only two, and sometimes, I was mean to them.

I was a minor beauty. I was a minor Buddhist. There was a certain symmetry, but it, too, was minor.

My poems were not major enough to even make me a “minor poet,”

but I did sit here instead of getting up, getting the gun, loading it.

Counting, killing myself.

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the politics of light and dark are everywhere in our vocabulary…psa to writers: subvert this, reveal whiteness and lightness as sometimes artificial and violent, and darkness as healing, the unknown as natural

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Some ideas for bad things that are white/light:

lightning, very hot fire

snow storms, ice, frost on crops

some types of fungus/mold

corpses, ghosts, bones, a diseased person

clothing, skin tone, hair, etc. of a bad person

fur, teeth, eyes of an attacking animal/monster

bleached out deserts, dead trees, lifeless places

poison

Some ideas for good things that are black/dark:

rich earth/soil

chocolate, truffles, wine, cooked meat

friendly animals/pets/creatures

a character’s favorite vehicle, technology, coat, etc.

a pleasant night

hair, skin tone, clothing, etc. of a good person

undisturbed water of a lake

the case/container of something important

valued wood, furniture, art

velvet

Think to burn, to infect, to bleach vs. to enrich, to protect, to be of substance.

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From tiny experiences we build cathedrals.

Orhan Pamuk, The Art of Fiction No. 187 (via theparisreview)

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Small things to improve your life

change your bedding each month wake up early (at least before 8am) spend time with friends fairy lights everywhere wash your face daily moisturize regularly bake some treats don’t wear any make up clean your room at least every two weeks run outside get a new towel regularly invest time in cooking awesome meals discover new music spend less time online take your vitamins eat lots of fruit light some scented candles only go to bed to sleep (chill on the sofa) open your room’s windows have hot showers