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Kaveh Akbar on Poetry

We have to say it in a way that will delight the ear or the tongue or the mind of a reader who will never know us. It’s the only way in. And to do that, we have to be capable of imagining that reader, imagining them wholly, gassy and distracted by their phone and […]

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the eyes are not reliable. not windows. not mirrors. my ears have eroded, leaving two broken telephones. “what i told the doctor”  Sabrina Benaim, from her new book Depression & Other Magic Tricks

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“Their language bellows need.”

A sentence like a punch. From Sheryl Lunas “Neighbors Smoke on an Apartment Porch Owned by a Mental Health Agency” Poetry Magazine, January 2018

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what if there were a room. or if there weren’t. where violence, historyand euphoria met within and preceded a body. “Room for a Counter Interior” Read the poem by  Saretta Morgan in full at Lit Hub.

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It’s all about balance. Without my writing, I would feel very isolated. The world is such a beautiful and complex place, and science only has limited access to its wonders. Science is dominated by strict rules which preclude emotions, and I would never allow my emotions to influence my research. So, to balance out my […]

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What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open. —Muriel Rukeyser

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Went out to buy a book by the new Nobel Laureate Kazuo Ishiguro, bought the new rupi kaur “The Sun and Her Flowers” instead. I’m fine with that.

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[…] we have offered up our mortally wounded, un- comprehending remembrance. We look down or away and notice the impassive grass under our bloody weight. Memorial Day by Reginald Gibbons, from Last Lake (University of Chicago Press: 2016)

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I was given nothing but the air, and the air dazzled. Joy Katz: All You Do Is Perceive (Four Way Books, 2013)

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Books are door-shaped portals carrying me across oceans and centuries, helping me feel less alone. Margarita Engle “Tula [Books are door-shaped]”