@samccart1 And I fell in love with that idea enough to start studying Ancient Greek, not realizing until too late what total chaos could ensue from that possibility of artistic grammar 😂
@samccart1 I just have to say that I love this thread very much, and a classics student once told me about a version of the Diana/Artemis myth where the names of her nymphs were clustered around her name in the printed text the way the nymphs clustered around her character in the myth
A November Sunday seems as good a time as any to say: if you’d like to hear me wax poetic about resonance and myth and grief, and also laugh like a slightly deranged opera singer, please have a listen: https://t.co/im93LweZxj
@jbaileyhutch Yes please! This is my dream and I’ve been working on poem-recipes. You can find my cakes here, which hopefully are tiny poems themselves. https://t.co/tPFsr5fHjX
I have a poem, "Field, February" in the spring issue of @NorthAmerReview. So grateful to have it in print and so grateful to the world for inspiring and asking for my full and rapt attention.
I have a poem, "Sibyl's Leaves," in the first volume of Tempered Runes. Available in print or online, and you can read the PDF version for free (just click on the red "read now" banner on the image). You can find Sibyl, and the Fates, on page 29!
https://t.co/OMPHfo9lp1
Whose grief do I hold in my hands
it is a dark animal shape
asleep on my chest, a stone
worn smooth by worry, it is softer
than the velvet wing –
your mouth on my face
https://t.co/ugwg9rPp3E A new poem up at @forwomenwhoroar.
"If I am scratched by this harvest, / let me wear the memory across my cheek" Find a bit of refuge today in Bethany Dixon's "Smultronställe" https://t.co/pvSV1AV6dt
If you do nothing else today please read this set of luminous Tsvetaeva translations by @ilya_poet and Jean Valentine. And then read the translator's notes. And then, order the book.
https://t.co/EMsXrKPcoJ
You will sit down to a clean table filled with glasses of water. Friends will be everywhere. It will be your turn to give flowers. You will kiss your true love quietly.
from the wonderful @poetastrologers
How it’s easier
if we become more like a body of air, branches, and make room
for this red charging thing that barrels through us,
how afterward our leaves shake and stand straighter.
- from "Sway," Ada Limón to Natalie Diaz
Five writings that have never left my side in the last year:
"Circe," @MillerMadeline
"The Odyssey," translated by @EmilyRCWilson
"Brute," by @emily_skaja
"Envelopes of Air," @NatalieGDiaz and @adalimon
"If Not, Winter," translated by Anne Carson
#ReadWomenPEN@pen_int
Let the broad listening silence which sweeps across all of your life, underneath, before and inside it be what remains
uncuttable and necessary, what holds together
even what you cut from your life. Or have just this silence.
-Tryfon Tolides