January 2012
12 posts
A light says why. From all the poor prying. Again we attain a more regal posture—small bird accompanying slips between our whim. Where will we flicker, loose as two feathers from a wren’s back? Gone, do not brood for all the hands that miss you. They hardly hold. Don’t wait, one who thought a dark eye could save you, like night with its black paws curled and gone to...
In the meadow there are signals
for staying
You wanted me to tell you everything I did after we left each other.
Well, I was very sad; it had been so lovely.
Dear Someone
my emptiness has a lake in it deep and watery with several temperaments milk cola beer at night the selves are made of water all the openings flooded streaming with rain my emptiness has an aqueduct in it selves rushing through channels dissolving washing away in streaks my emptiness has a fish in it a piece of seaweed liferaft a rocky strait ...
The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica
BY BERNADETTE MAYER
Be strong Bernadette
Nobody will ever know
I came here for a reason
Perhaps there is a life here
Of not being afraid of your own heart beating
Do not be afraid of your own heart beating
Look at very small things with your eyes
& stay warm
Nothing outside can cure you but everything’s outside
There is great shame for the...
December 2011
5 posts
Organon: To all those men who don't think the rape... →
oforganon:
I get it—you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something, or connect you to doing something, that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never…
On Not Rolling the Log
lareviewofbooks:
Image: © Paul Bausch onfocus.com
Today The Dial is in the hands of novelist Glen David Gold, who explores the prickliness of literary sociality, the loneliness of an aging William Faulkner, and other tribulations that flesh is heir to.
— Tom Lutz
Transactions along the Mississippi Delta GLEN DAVID GOLD Recently, I spoke to a group of MFA students at the University of...
November 2011
13 posts
A 48-Hour Poem by Roxane Gay
themissourireview:
When we learned that Terry W. Thompson, of Zanesville, Ohio, released his menagerie of animals and committed suicide last month, we asked for poems written within 48 hours in response to the tragedy. One submission came from author Roxane Gay. Her poem:
Animals, they say,
are best kept in cages.
Wild things though, know
a cage is nothing
but steel on which
they can...
me: when you make the pie
J: yea?
me: we are watching New girl episodes
HAHA
J: lol
me: JK (sorta)
J: take away all that is manly
baking and watching new girl
me: totally
J: sigh
me: you may as well have a vag
J: ha if i did i'd never leave my room
me: haaa
OccupyLanguage: Prompt #1: Occupy the words VALUE,... →
occupylanguage:
We are sick of having to hold up our credentials for someone else to tell us how valuable we are. We are more valuable than what can be bullet-pointed on a piece of paper. We are worth more than our degrees, job titles, possessions, and the money in our bank accounts. Our value does…
Patience and Virtue
lareviewofbooks:
KATE WOLF interviews Lydia Davis. Cows 1 from The Cows by Lydia Davis © Theo Cote I met with Lydia Davis last June shortly after the publication of her new chapbook from Sarabande Books, The Cows. We spoke in a cafe in the West Village a few hours before she went off to give a reading to a group of young students at NYU’s Lillian Vernon Creative Writers House. In her new...
henry miller baroque
toro y moi
master of none
beach house cover.
October 2011
5 posts
OccupyLanguage: OccupyLanguage is a working group... →
occupylanguage:
OccupyLanguage is a working group that encourages the staging of readings in public spaces, and especially via public transportation. What works/text would you wish a public to hear read aloud? Which may overturn or redistribute a common sense? Which may lead to argument, debate, provocation?
25 October. What is it that binds you more intimately to these impenetrable, talking, eye-blinking bodies than to any other thing, the penholder in your hand, for example? Because you belong to the same species? But you don’t belong to the same species, that’s the very reason why you raised this question.
-Kafka’s Diaries
16 October. Sunday. The misery of having perpetually to begin, the lack of illusion that anything is more than, or even as much as, a beginning, the foolishness of those who do not know this and play football, for example, in order to ‘advance the ball’, one’s own foolishness buried within one as if in a coffin here, hence a coffin that one can transport, open, destroy,...
September 2011
11 posts
“To the people taking my life, May God have mercy on your souls, may God bless...”
– Troy Davis’ last words (via dreamhampton1)
why does apartment hunting suck….
every search will end in porn
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Armando Reverón
route9litmag:
by Sara Majka
Inrush (center detail) Mia Pearlman Museum of Arts & Design, NY
Maybe five or six years ago, when I was in the middle of a divorce from a man I still loved, I took the train into the city. We were moving often during this time, as if it were the best solution to a shattered life.
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he said she knew of things because of him. a foreign paper, that one painter. perhaps he took it all from her. the painter, foreign. a paper. or perhaps they were the same person. and she was really in love with two people.
warning: do not touch. may cause large heat.
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August 2011
36 posts
LONELINESS I. One evening in February I came near to dying here. The car skidded sideways on the ice, out on the wrong side of the road. The approaching cars—- their lights—-closed in. My name, my girls, my job broke free and were left silently behind further and further away. I was anonymous like a boy in a playground surrounded by enemies. The approaching traffic had huge lights....
the bed is a place where you do everything but eat. see you soon bed.
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