Daily Prompt Love <3 Only Together
7 April 2017
Make art about reconciliation.
Archive for the ‘freedom’ Category
Happy National Poetry Month! Gratitude by Susan Ludvigson <3
The boat is a boat gliding
down the river whose fragrance
spins us to shady places
under apple trees
and into bedrooms. When
it ties up at shore,
the soul and drifts and returns.
More and more I see
how everything goes together.
There is such grace
in this reconciliation–
even the stomach, that restless
loner, begins to understand.
Surely the body is mind’s
gift to the soul. How else
would the dance of ecstacy begin
except in the muscles, in how
the eyes light on beauty,
and expand it, blue
when it needs blue?
Think how love penetrates
like music, rhythm
overpowering stasis,
as the nerves, the pulse
propel us toward moonlight,
and how the body celebrates
wholeness, its first desire.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Reborn
6 April 2017
Birthday Prompt 😀 Ripening of the Fig, y’all! 😀
Make art inspired by this.
“There was a charm in being reborn into the world when one was old enough to appreciate it.” ―Thomm Quackenbush
Happy National Poetry Month! <3 A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention by Yehuda Amichai
A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention
by Yehuda Amichai
Translation by Assia Gutmann
They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantle us
Each from the other.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.
Daily Prompt Love <3 What I Found in the Wild
5 April 2017
My company this morning ❤
Make art about the comfort of wild things.
Happy National Poetry Month! Beginning by Lia Purpura
BEGINNING
In the beginning,
in the list of begats,
one begat
got forgot:
work begets work
(one poem
bears
the next).
In other words,
once there was air,
a bird
could be got.
Not taken.
Not kept.
But conjured up.
Daily Prompt Love <3 What Holds Us Up
3 April 2017
I dreamt of bones last night 🙂 Not surprising. Anyone who knows me know I have an ongoing fascination–obsession–with bones, the white and click of them, the stories they tell (that anthropology background asserting itself). I recently recovered from a broken bone, a double hairline fracture inside that taken-for-granted hinge joint in my elbow.
Reinforced my appreciation for their bony utility, about how dependent we are on something that, in the right turn, is so fragile.
Make art about what holds us up.
Monday Must Read! Resist Much, Obey Little: Inaugural Poems to the Resistance
Resist Much, Obey Little: Inaugural Poems to the Resistance
A monumental anthology of poems of resistance, edited by Michael Boughn, John Bradley, Brenda Cardenas, Lynne DeSilva-Johnson, Kass Fleisher, Roberto Harrison, Kent Johnson, Andrew Levy, Nathaniel Mackey, Ruben Medina, Philip Metres, Nita Noveno, Julie Patton, Margaret Randall, Michael Rothenberg, Chris Stroffolino, Anne Waldman, Marjorie Welish, Tyrone Williams.
Featuring poetry by Eileen Myles, Nathaniel Mackey, Anne Waldman, Margaret Randall, Forrest Gander, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Brenda Hillman, Bob Holman, Pierre Joris, Douglas Kearney, Evie Shockley, & Terese Svoboda, Norma Cole, Fady Joudah, Lewis Warsh, and more.
50% of the proceeds will be donated to Planned Parenthood.
Buy this amazing anthology: http://www.spuytenduyvil.net/resist-much-obey-little.html
we can’t build a wall. we can only spout pure water again and again and drown his lies.~Eileen Myles
Racism, xenophobia, misogyny and their related malaises are to the U.S. what whiskey is to an alcoholic. The current occupant of the White House won the election yipping, against possible recovery, “Drinks are on me!” The rich, multitudinous voices in this anthology variously call for—having embarked on—the hard work of sobriety, sanity.~Nathaniel Mackey
Poets are summoned to a stronger imagination of language and humanity in a time of new and radical Weathers. White House Inc. is the last gasp of the dying Confederacy, but its spectacle is dangerous and addictive so hold onto your mind. Fascism loves distraction. Keep the world safe for poetry. Open the book of love and resistance. Don’t tarry!~Anne Waldman
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Rock on, you poets and warriors!
xo
Mary
Daily Prompt Love <3 What's Burning
2 April 2017
Make art about what’s burning, about the fires you’ve inherited.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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