— Kazuo Ishiguro, My Twentieth Century Evening and Other Small Breakthroughs
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— Kazuo Ishiguro, My Twentieth Century Evening and Other Small Breakthroughs

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What are you reading rn, why are you reading it, and what format are you reading it in (physical book, ereader, on your phone etc)
Do people in a golden age know they're in a golden age? Or do they just see the problems and everything that's wrong?
Can you only see a golden age for what it is in retrospect?
Can you only see
a golden age for what it
is in retrospect?
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
“I’ll just list ways you can accomplish this [radical revision] when you are working on a poem. Dig up some old ones and see what happens (it’s best to use old ones to start, as you are no longer emotionally attached to them): 1) If someone tells you you have too much in your poem, add more. 2) If someone tells you you have too little in your poem, take out more. 3) Take the last line and make it the first. Rewrite from there, keeping whatever works in what’s already there. 4) Expand your poem: add subordinate clauses using who, when, until, if, while, before, after, as, since, whenever, where, etc. Also use coordinating conjunctions: and/and/and; or/or/or; but/but/but (think of it as a list that keeps going). So, for example: “The man, who once loved me, who once told me___________, and __________, and ____________, and ______________…” so you’re pushing the syntax and the comfort of the line/sentence. Actual listing - must make a qualitative progression (light to dark, big to small, for example); can’t be random. Push the list, see what you come up with. Repetition - repeat what you just said. Maybe repeat it again. Contradiction - say the opposite of what you just said. 5) Compress your poem: Negation: use the word ‘not.’ When you do this you get both the thing named and its absence. You can also use other words that negate - ‘un’; ‘never’; 'less’; 'without.’ Neologisms: (what I like to refer to as kennings - used in Anglo Saxon poetry): put words together to create a heightened adjective, a metaphor: 'the shutmouth mother,’ 'the sorrowfence.’ Possessives: use possessives: 'how the sun’s poultice draws on my inflammation’ (Plath) or 'the wind’s rebuke’ and 'the leaves’ exhalation’ (Brigit Pegeen Kelly). Shift the parts of speech: Use a noun as a verb or vice versa. Use an adjective as a verb, etc. Cut and paste: radically rearrange your poem. Find new combinations! EXERCISE: Go over your poem and underline any lines you feel jump out with lots of energy. Pick three of those lines. Make one the first line of a new poem, one a middle line, and one the last line. Now, using some of the above strategies (minimum 3), write a new poem.”
— Catherine Barnett, “Radical Revision”
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.
I hope you like it :]

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What's a book written by a woman that changed your life or that you consider a classic? Any genre, any language.
This is by a patient of mine with early late stage dementia, who was a poet for most of her life. Her new poems are dictated to me during writing workshops I run at my hospice job. She hadn't written since her diagnosis. This is one of seventeen poems I've written with her so far.
posted with permission from herself and her family.
She died early this morning.
I’ve been doing poetry since I could write but I do think she was my only teacher.
Working with her was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I mean it when I say you all are so lucky to get even this glimpse at the majesty of her work.
In her words from another poem (not posted):
I am not the only creature watching
All of this,
Drinking it in.
I have a companion,
The cat who sleeps in the backyard
Is watching, too,
And there is so much to be.
i think every publisher should have to institute a ban on books that fail what i’m calling the “little life” and “what else?” tests
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happy sometimes you just want something so hard you have to lie about it so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute monday
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every year now this feels like seeing an email from a beloved old friend ❤️
This year I'm finally following along to Dracula Daily! In case anybody wants to join hehe

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My illustrations the most based poem about tigers by Nael, age 6
Every time I read it I feel space inside my chest expand in very *emotion* way.