"two flowering currants'
Summer hum, the cherry tree that after
Many barren years produced five pears,
The sickly apple tree, the beautiful
Poisonous laburnum"
"their amazing were killed to met the possible
any there after family and passed
became again front even any there Latvian
wouldn't he home
what inside prison that the visitors see
in its to it deep mind
a Baltic Friday early in grey"
"Medusa will come to turn me into a stone angel I will be placed on
the third floor with the others piled up to gather dust stacked and
neglected wings encased in marble I never once flew except in my
dreams"
3/31: THE WORLD KEEPS ENDING, AND THE WORLD GOES ON by Franny Choi (2022 Ecco / HarperCollins) https://tinyurl.com/2s43m29z
"Dystopia bone-tired after hours at home;
Dystopia can’t read a book without thinking about the trees;
Dystopia can’t talk about it without panicking;
Dystopia of hold music;
Dystopia of platitudes;
Dystopia of garbled logic spun and spun in the head"
"here come cascades of earliness in
which everything is asked is it light
is it light is it light
the horizon making only muffled
answers but moisture on leaves is
quick to throw glances"
from Tithonus - 46 Minutes in the Life of the Dawn
"My blood is absent
when strangers ask for it
and then pools around my nose
when I am asleep and pretending
to be shadow being shadow
or the moon being the sea
or the sea making phone calls."
"Waiting for redemption, your killing bite becomes the cacti thorns, your claws cholla’s revenge. Your grace becomes the sun sliding down the horizon, darkness bringing respite from the heat. All the powers of your nocturnal wanderings combine with centuries long energy in the making. Puma, protector of the universe, may your spirit be released to guide two-leggeds on their journey home."
"Tense developments during some performances. As characters
fly up and down the stairwell, gowns flutter and fall.
Add details to set a scene: a filigreed banister,
a large potted palm; the thrilling notes coming out of
that rare breed of grand piano."
"walk the woods enough and your ankles learn the inclines. the hollow that defines the king boletes reaching my knee. the rises that lift purple milk caps and golden corals. the trackway with its recurrent ink caps. locus pocus. it’s October and the orange jellies and yellow amanita are back."
"But the clouds here, I haven’t
yet mentioned the clouds here:
they sing these very personal songs
about wronging and being
wronged. They smoke a lot
of cigarettes. You can hear it.
And I sing along though I have
no voice. I sing with my eyes."
"Using intentional camera movement, I aim to capture gestures of natural forms, in hopes of capturing something of their essence and something of the experience of observing and engaging with nature."
"And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go"
"my mother says, look how we are astonished
by the jails, I say, by the floors holding our reflections
knowing enough medicine, enough
to call the burning world back to love"
"a female Heathcliff
who doesn't wait for permission
to brood in the storm of this brouhaha
cockswoman gigola lotharina of lust
there's no word for my hunger
in the key of feminine
I fuck because I can"