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
Posts tagged ‘Love Is What Matters’
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.
Happy National Poetry Month! Mary Oliver <3 Wild Geese
Wild Geese
Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.
Happy National Poetry Month! Making Peace With That Faulty Heart–Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood has been and remains one of the poets whose work made me want to write. I discovered her collection Two-Headed Poems when I was in my teens, and I go back to it still, these amazing fearless poems. This poem is not from that collection, but it answers the one I remember best. And it’s the poem that found me today ❤
The Woman Makes Peace With Her Faulty Heart
by Margaret Atwood
It wasn’t your crippled rhythm
I could not forgive, or your dark red
skinless head of a vulture
but the things you hid:
five words and my lost
gold ring, and the fine blue cup
you said was broken,
that stack of faces, gray
and folded, you claimed
we’d both forgotten,
the other hearts you ate,
and all that discarded time you hid
from me, saying it never happened.
There was that, and the way
you would not be captured,
sly featherless bird, fat raptor
singing your raucous punctured song
with your talons and your greedy eye
lurking high in the molten sunset
sky behind my left cloth breast
to pounce on strangers.
How many times have I told you:
the civilized world is a zoo,
not a jungle, stay in your cage.
And then the shouts
of blood, the rage as you threw yourself
against my ribs.
As for me, I would have strangled you
gladly with both hands,
squeezed you closed, also
your yelps of joy.
Life goes more smoothly without a heart,
without that shiftless emblem,
that flyblown lion, magpie, cannibal
eagle, scorpion with its metallic tricks
of hate, that vulgar magic,
that organ the size and color
of a scalded rat,
that singed phoenix.
But you’ve shoved me this far,
old pump, and we’re hooked
together like conspirators, which
we are, and just as distrustful.
We know that, barring accidents,
one of us will finally
betray the other; when that happens,
it’s me for the urn, you for the jar.
Until then, it’s an uneasy truce,
and honor between criminals.
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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