the flower i pluck, with a sound, from what you unsay: there are fallen angels in the way you look and great bridges over silent streams at your smile. your gestures are a lonely princess dreaming over a book at a window over a lake, on some distant isle.
fernando pessoa
An absence of spirit makes the writing greedy. / A flag begins to smack. The wings / unfold around the spoils. This proud journey! where the albatross ages to a cloud / in Time's jaws.
🕳️Tomas Tranströmer 🕳️
translation Robin Fulton
@amritarosa I was just thinking about this this morning! That and the thing about how people start to believe even nonsensical things if they read them repeatedly, even in a debunking capacity.
A California man caught covid at work. He infected his wife who ended up in ICU. So he sued his bosses. The largest lobbying group in the US got involved. The court ruled against the man because a victory would mean “dire financial consequences for employers.” Is it clear yet?🧵
Yeah no shit. I work outside, and driving in A/C between gigs was life changing. I know cause I didn’t always have it. I didn’t feel like a stupid zombie all day and I quit falling asleep in my clothes when I got home.
What do you want in your poems before you die?
Gratitude to Charles Kell for including my answer in the Ocean State Review alongside Noah Falck, Jesse Lee Kercheval Rick Barot, Joe Hall, Jami Macarty, Ellen June Wright, Joseph Lease, and many more fine writers.