PoetryIsPoetry is @VVanGone thinking too much and not fucking enough. Most the tweets are about poetry, writing, Twitter, living thru COVID-19 in New Orleans
This poem is on the door to my office. Nothing better than hearing King Charles III reciting this poem beautifully-and reciting the words of a Jesuit priest no less. More leaders should suit. Imagine how the world would change with a dash of poetry sprinkled everywhere.
A poem's very appearance is a mystery. And mystery for the reader is a wonderful offering.
—A conversation with Kimiko Hahn, winner of the 2023 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize https://t.co/hc430ch9Js
@zabinisupremacy When you get stuck, respond to the last line you wrote. If that doesn't work, pick a noun from the last line and say something new about it.
"Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came."
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Pascale Petit provides this #WritingTip for those of you taking part in #NaPoWriMo.
Pascale was a contributor to #ThePoetryReview Winter issue, which you can pick up here: https://t.co/PPTUTAylbM
Interview: "Part of what compels me about lyric poetry, as a reader and maker, is its ability to touch and transmit that which cannot be said in language: the ineffable, the numinous, God..."
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poetry is freedom
to be weird
to be misunderstood
to be real
to be raw
to fail
to not give a fuck
to fall on your face
to face your fears
to be naked to the world
to test your thoughts
to be wrong
to explore
to try again
to live a life that is yours and yours alone
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
— Sylvia Plath