Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Money, history, poetry ...

I don’t know about me, but my girl, she must be a fairy.
She has to hover
six meters above earth,

all the while playing the harp,
apricot flowers raining down...

~naive narrative of april's apricot circa mmxiv ...

"Lissa Wolsak demands the reader Walt Whitman required: an athlete—alert, engaged, willing to wrestle both bohemian angels and devils  in order to grasp the poem." Henry Gould • The Critical Flame

"Money, history, poetry. They’re how we know where we come from, where we are, and what the places are that make us." Ali Smith • Brick

"Poetry drives some to suicide; for others, it’s the only thing holding them back from the abyss." Elyse Moody • Tin House

“Greetings. You will recover
or die. The simple cure
for everything is to destroy
all the stethoscopes that will transmit
silence occasionally. The remedy for loneliness
is in learning to admit
solitude as one admits
the bayonet: gracefully
now that already
it pierces the heart.”

"At least once a decade, the conversation about poetry gets bloody enough to inspire rubbernecking." Jonathan Farmer • Slate