September 6, 2022 – 7:38 pm
A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck — Ilya Kaminsky from A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on its Way to the Neck from Deaf Republic, Graywolf Press, 2019 […]
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September 6, 2022 – 5:57 pm
What something in me listens —after Ilya Kaminsky I try to hear the people breathing in parkades and the sound of talking over Molotov cocktails over making them and later the fhhhhhh shatter whoosh of the toss and the blaze in the street I don’t like to play the video footage the sound a peephole […]
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August 30, 2022 – 6:13 pm
REMAIN SILENT (With thanks to Ilya Kaminsky’s Deaf Republic) Deafness passes through us like a police whistle Dogs understand everything and bark and bark Ilya Kaminsky from the poem Alfonso Stands Answerable from Deaf Republic, Graywolf Press, 2019 Teaching Dwight Not to bark when he sees Not to bark when he hears As a service […]
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AN ERASURE AND FOUND POEM A seagull, all fluffed up, sits at the edge of the pier, chest against the wind. A sharp explosion interrupts its contemplation, the gray water, it spreads its wings. Seagulls don’t know what war is. But after sixteen days, the gulls overcome confusion, learn not to fly too far when […]
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March 22, 2022 – 10:59 pm
OscarDomesticated @OscDomesticated A note from #Mariupol : “Dima, Mom was killed on 9 March 2022. She died quickly. Then the house burnt down. Dima, I’m sorry I didn’t protect her. I buried Mom near the kindergarten” – and the scheme where exactly. It’s so horrible that tears are freezing in the eyes. 2:03 PM · […]
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Crow, Wheels When the city was destroyed, they started fighting over the cemetery. It was right before Easter and wooden crosses over the freshly dug graves put out their paper blossoms— red, blue, yellow, neon green, orange, raspberry pink. Joyful relatives poured vodka for themselves and for the dead—straight into their graves. And the dead […]
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In a Time of Peace Inhabitant of earth for forty something years I once found myself in a peaceful country. I watch neighbors open their phones to watch a cop demanding a man’s driver’s license. When a man reaches for his wallet, the cop shoots. Into the car window. Shoots. It is a peaceful country. […]
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February 28, 2022 – 7:22 pm
To go to Lvov (Jechać do Lwowa) To go to Lvov. Which station for Lvov, if not in a dream, at dawn, when dew gleams on a suitcase, when express trains and bullet trains are being born. To leave in haste for Lvov, night or day, in September or in March. But only if Lvov […]
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February 26, 2022 – 7:49 pm
Here is the great paradox of poetry and of the imaginative arts in general. Faced with the brutality of the historical onslaught, they are practically useless. Yet they verify our singularity, they strike and stake out the ore of self which lies at the base of every individuated life. In one sense the efficacy of […]
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