11/19: round-up
HI. I don’t have much for you today because I’ve been busy working on grad school & fellowship applications, but here’s a little round-up.
And—if you want to read a post with a little more substance—here’s the one from Monday:
What I have for you today:
Housekeeping
What I read last week
Quotations
Tweets
Housekeeping:
The next issue of The West Review is set to come out on December 1st! Woo-hoo!
As always, you can help me pay future contributors by buying one book for $10 or 5 books for $30. All proceeds go straight to writers.
I have a poem out in Borderlands today:
What I read last week:
After-Cave, Michelle Detorie
The New Quarantine, Sara Tuss Efrik
Quotations:
When I was a queer kid dealing with the violent ridicule in rural Pennsylvania, well, that was hard enough, but then AIDS came along. In other words, I was already terrified of my body because I was queer, but THEN came this disease, which many of my classmates were quick to point out was my own personal disease, a symptom of my perversion. My body became the very center of evil, and I believed them for a little while.
-CAConrad
…trying to find a way to love this world as it is, and to not let it kill me.
-CAConrad
This sounds strange but being queer made creativity easier for me if only because I was shunned, forced outside the acceptable, respectable world, and writing was something I turned to in that imposed solitude, for writing was an actual place I could go to where I was free. Not an escape by the way! I really HATE when writers say they write to ESCAPE! I escape nothing, ever, nor do I want to escape!
-CAConrad
Every memory we have is cellular. […] Our bodies actually remember.
-CAConrad
A poet learning TRUST is essential learning. Trusting the world, trusting the audience. When a poet is verbose in the line it's usually a result of their thinking the audience isn't capable without them. They are, they very much are capable, and the sooner we learn it the better for our poems, frankly.
-CAConrad
Poetry is a blueprint of who we are at the time of writing it.
-CAConrad
All of you I can still touch, / I cherish: how easily torn, how / quickly smashed we are.
-Marge Piercy
I am / a woman with my guts loose / in my hands.
-Marge Piercy
It hurts to love wide open.
-Marge Piercy
Lest fear be my tyrant.
-Nico Peck
How is it that I have come this far / with nothing, that I am empty- / handed in this country of blessings?
-Jacob Shores-Arguello, “Pilgrims”
What I do know is that when I read poetry, good poetry, I forget to breathe and my body is suffused with something unnamable—a combination of awe and astonishment and the purest of pleasures.
-Roxane Gay, “Losing It”
This is the shucked meat of love, the alleys and broken / glass of love, the petals torn off the branches of love, / the dizzy hoarse cry, the stubborn hunger.
-Ellen Bass, “Marriage”
I’m hell-humming in / your direction, giddy, I am too taken / to leave it alone, the will / locked in as if it is already / inside of me now: to fall.
-Elena Karina Byrne, “Vertigo”
i am the prison that turns to rain in your hands.
-Danez Smith
You are searching for an entry to the poem, I am searching for an exit wound.
-Sara Tuss Efrik
Tweets:
Okay, now I’m off to go get some work done. Hope you have a great weekend!
-DB
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