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Peter Repka. Responsorial Psalm (an excerpt).

25 Jul

Hoar-white doves with a crumbbetween the


Peter Repka. Responsorial Psalm (excerpt). I tell you, when no one needs you

23 Jul



Peter Repka. Darling Desert (an excerpt).

23 Jul


on nouns in poetry, from Gertrude Stein’s Poetry and Grammar

26 Jul

Poetry is I say essentially a vocabulary just as prose is essentially not.
And what is the vocabulary of which poetry absolutely is. It is a vocabulary entirely based on the noun as prose is essentially and determinately and vigorously not based on the noun.
Poetry is concerned with using with abusing, with losing with wanting, with denying with avoiding with adoring with replacing the noun. It is doing that always doing that, doing that and doing nothing but that. Poetry is doing nothing but using losing refusing and pleasing and betraying and caressing nouns. That is what poetry does, that is what poetry has to do no matter what kind of poetry it is.

how waves are like our lives

3 Jul

“a heart bleeds/ red light/ imperfect pulses”: Dunya Mikhail’s “O”

2 Jul


You need to read this book: wwhmikhail


on the limits of have a good day: Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a Wave Outside the Sea

1 Jul


(from Diary of a Wave Outside the Sea, which you really must read and re-read)

desolate clang of an empty milk churn: Martinson’s “Göinge” and the hard life

29 Jun


When credit ran out there remained

the desolate clang of an empty milk churn

the bell of bitterness

in the emigrant’s awkward dream

of the West.

The wind sighs now to no one.

The crofts died suddenly among their lilies.

But the chimney walls still wheeze.

And the nettles are in bloom.

— Harry Martinson, “Göinge”

memories as ready-made dreams: Harry Martinson’s “Childhood Forest”

29 Jun

It was in the woods of summer where life played,

the evening deep with thrush and the heavens high with swallow.

Nothing came of all my dreams and fablings,

but the memory enlivens my life

and memories are ready-made dreams.


“And the lake holds to all mouths/ its giant spoon”

26 Jun


Badger, Party of 7


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