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current pfp: poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning
current bio/header quote: Seamus Heaney's The Grauballe Man
follows from @abracazabka

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âAnother kind of courage. The courage to be repulsive. Everyone should have been through it, in any case, everyone will have to go through it.â
â Claude Cahun, from Aveux non avenus (Disavowals), 1930, tr. Susan de Muth
Nancy Willard, from âQuestions My Son Asked Me, Answers I Never Gave Himâ
Richard Siken, from a poem titled "Drug Plane," featured in I Do Know Some Things: Poems

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This thread lives rent free in my brain. And randomly came across my FB feed so of course I had to dig it up out of my Tumblr to share what fb shared.
I like this one
a poem by a female fag about being a man dyke
do you have any favourite love letters from the past?
âYou have fixed my Life â however short,â Wilfred Owen to Siegfried Sassoon
âI am reduced to a thing that wants Virginiaâ / âThrow over your man, I say, and come,â Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf
âLove is my religion â I could die for that, I could die for you,â John Keats to Fanny Brawne
âI know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days,â Oscar Wilde to Alfred Lord Douglas
this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving
what the FUCK man.
You know how some people talk about timeless themes in literature and you kind of low-key think they're full of shit? Sometimes they're not.
repression doesnât eliminate desire but distorts it

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âI want you to do this with me for one month. One month. Write 10 observations a week and by the end of four weeks, you will have an answer. Because when someone writes about the rustic gutter and the water pouring through it onto the muddy grass, the real pours into the room. And itâs thrilling. Weâre all enlivened by it. We donât have to find more than the rustic gutter and the muddy grass and the pouring cold water.â
â Marie Howe, Boston Universityâs 2016 Theopoetics Conference (via mothersofmyheart)
Marie Howe:
I ask my students every week to write 10 observations of the actual world. Itâs very hard for them.
Ms. Tippett:
Really?
Ms. Howe:
They really find it hard.
Ms. Tippett:
What do you mean? What is the assignment? 10 observations of their actual world?
Ms. Howe:
Just tell me what you saw this morning like in two lines. I saw a water glass on a brown tablecloth, and the light came through it in three places. No metaphor. And to resist metaphor is very difficult because you have to actually endure the thing itself, which hurts us for some reason.
Ms. Tippett:
It does.
Ms. Howe:
It hurts us.
Ms. Tippett:
You naming something.
Ms. Howe:
We want to say, âIt was like this; it was like that.â We want to look away. And to be with a glass of water or to be with anything â and then they say, âWell, thereâs nothing important enough.â And thatâs whole thing. Itâs the point.
Ms. Howe:
Itâs the this, right?
Ms. Howe:
Right, the this, whatever. And then they say, âOh, I saw a lot of people who really wantâ â and, âNo, no, no. No abstractions, no interpretations.â But then this amazing thing happens, Krista. The fourth week or so, they come in and clinkety, clank, clank, clank, onto the table pours all this stuff. And it so thrilling. I mean, it is thrilling. Everybody can feel it. Everyone is just like, âWow.â The slice of apple, and then that gleam of the knife, and the sound of the trashcan closing, and the maple tree outside, and the blue jay. I mean, it almost comes clanking into the room. And itâs just amazing.
Ms. Tippett:
In some basic level, what theyâve done is just engage with their senses.
Ms. Howe:
Yeah, and have been present out of their minds and just noticing whatâs around them, which is â we donât do. And again, not to compare it to anything. Theyâre not allowed. And thatâs very hard for them. And then on the fifth or sixth week, I say, âOK, use metaphors.â And they donât want to. They donât know how. Theyâre like, âWhy would I? Why would I compare that to anything when itâs itself?â Exactly. Good question.
So then you think, why the necessity of a metaphor? Why do you have to use a metaphor now? Not just to do it to avoid it, but to do it to make it more there. And itâs very interesting.
The words and silences we live by. The rituals that sustain us. The poetry of ordinary time.
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
James Baldwin.
[Image ID: Text reading: You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important. /End ID]
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
L. V., excerpts from a past life

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Kim Addonizio, from âNew Yearâs Day,â in Tell Me