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
Tag: poetry
“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
what if there were a room. or if there weren’t. where violence, history
and euphoria met within and preceded a body.
“Room for a Counter Interior”
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 life, I write fiction and take photographs.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?
The world would split open.
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.
[…] 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)
I was given nothing but the air, and the air dazzled.
Joy Katz: All You Do Is Perceive (Four Way Books, 2013)
Books are door-shaped
portals
carrying me
across oceans
and centuries,
helping me feel
less alone.
Margarita Engle “Tula [Books are door-shaped]”
Every poem is a scene of language. It is a rite without a ceremony.
Edward Hirsch How to Read A Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry (1999)
