self-doubt
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Dear Poets—
Wikipedia Poem, No. 870 saskatchewan, i have—by a mile—the heat of whirlwindthis whirlwind of what i know… after-time gotta study and get on with all the whirlwind heatthis whirlwind of preparing for the heat of the best poems published in saskatchewan o well and study video gamesi have—by a meteor mile—the heat of this to…
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“The Biggest Bomb” David Ignatow
Y’all should get real intimate with this gem. It’s from “Claims for Poetry,” a dope book of essays edited by Donald Hall from 1982. This short essay from 1955 is by a poet I had never heard of, David Ignatow. I googled him and discovered he was the kind of poet who found some success,…
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Jorie Graham
Wikipedia Poem, No. 495 the astreaccask, this … binterty a sky, it, wit, tatight, thers, the hers inge arrand i pled lo the astracask, this … binary a sky, it, wit, airtight, heir, the hers inge arrand i plead lo
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“What Does It Mean?” by Czeslaw Milosz
It does not know it glitters It does not know it flies It does not know it is this not that. And, more and more often, agape, With my Gauloise dying out, Over a glass of red wine, I muse on the meaning of being this not that. Just as long ago, when I was…
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“To Giovanni da Pistoia When the Author Was Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel, 1509”
I have already grown a goiter in this drudgery— As water does to cats in Lombardy, Or in whatever other region it may be— Which forces my belly to hang under my chin. I feel my beard skyward, and memory On top of my coffer,and my chest like a harpy’s; And on my face all…
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Punchline
“I am often asked why I write, and I don’t know really—I just want to.” John Ashbery in The Paris Review
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One Long Fucking Question for Michael Robbins
What I’ve learned about long walks of course Was taught by the whiskers of a reservation man Lashing a horse Sterile tracts of pale kentucky blue grey shale Don’t take them Or take them seldom by mail Stretching out like a dying dog between The pickets and Queen Anne For a loss They can’t Be…
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it’s not enough to be clever; each little sound byte performance padded; deeper philosophies cold, carrying scaly sustenance; what is a poem if not a poem; a hard tea-thin blade dimpling the pink precious flesh of yr mother’s throat oh to bring her back; oh to save her; a poem —
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you have to explain
something about sliding the thin cardboard lid off remember very specifically there must be a comma between thin, cardboard … my body’s heat printed onto into the otherwise cold floor, the shoebox shaped like a shadow but somehow subtly connected to the idea of a shadow the shadow representing something hidden-aggressive the next line emerges,…
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