A Conversation With Richard Siken By Thomas Hobohm

A Conversation With Richard Siken By Thomas Hobohm

A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm

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1 month ago

In deciding what I am, I’ve ruled out cat, vulture, shoe,
a sadist who tortures people to death in a Syrian hospital,
a president who separates families at the border,
a handful of purple irises at the beginning of the path
to heaven. Is there memory in the shade of a tree
of a lynching fifty years ago, when I was nine? And do I love
that tree? Love the sinner, not the sin. Forgive the electricity,
not the singeing of genitals. The more I know about human nature
the more I plan to be tall grass in a field. Until then
I’ll tell my wife I love her in Toronto and Blacksburg and bed,
in pajamas and bluejeans and song, in theory and fact and dream.
I will not gouge a man’s eye out, I promise, yet the eye is out,
the man is dead, and the geese I’m listening to have no idea
that we’re as wild as the coyotes that would tear them apart.
If given a choice I’d not choose to be human. If given a choice
how to be human, I’d say like a glass of water. While I have
no answers to the questions I don’t know to ask, I can love my wife
in Detroit, in general, in detail, in vain, in spite, in depth,
in the shallow light of the moon, in contrast to hating myself,
in sympathy and in stealth, in time as a ghost and right now
as a poet wondering if surgeons, during a transplant,
tell the shivering and recycled heart it is loved. I assume so,
but I’ve never asked a heart on its second time around,
Were you christened, were you blessed, are you worth
all this trouble?

remedy by Bob Hicok

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1 month ago

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

— David Foster Wallace / Infinite Jest

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1 month ago

Witchgrass, Louise Glück

Witchgrass, Louise Glück

witchgrass, louise glück

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1 month ago

Song Of The Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen

Song Of The Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen

Song of the Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen

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1 month ago

Ray at 14

BY DORIANNE LAUX

Bless this boy, born with the strong face
of my older brother, the one I loved most,
who jumped with me from the roof
of the playhouse, my hand in his hand.
On Friday nights we watched Twilight Zone
and he let me hold the bowl of popcorn,
a blanket draped over our shoulders,
saying, Don't be afraid. I was never afraid
when I was with my big brother
who let me touch the baseball-size muscles
living in his arms, who carried me on his back
through the lonely neighborhood,
held tight to the fender of my bike
until I made him let go.
The year he was fourteen
he looked just like Ray, and when he died
at twenty-two on a roadside in Germany
I thought he was gone forever.
But Ray runs into the kitchen: dirty T-shirt,
torn jeans, pushes back his sleeve.
He says, Feel my muscle, and I do.

ray at 14 by Dorianne Laux

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1 month ago

text reads in a bit of a traditional poem format: "Before my grandfather died, I asked him what kind of horse he had growing up. He said. [words in italics]: "Just a horse. My horse, [end of words in italics]: with such a tenderness it rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. I have always been too sensitive, a weeper from a long line of weepers. I am the hunting kind. I keep searching for proof."

The Hunting Kind - Ada Limón

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1 month ago

Missed Time, Ha Jin

Missed Time, Ha Jin

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1 month ago

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1 month ago

Leila Chatti, "Postcard From Gone"

Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"

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1 month ago

And Now It's October
Barbara Crooker

the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
grasses shine in the slanted light. It’s time to bring in the lawn chairs
and wind chimes, time to draw the drapes against the wind, time to hunker
down. Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup, but nothing can stopper time.
No way to seal it in wax or amber; it slides though our hands like a rope
of silk. At night, the moon’s restless searchlight sweeps across the sky.

and now it's october by Barbara Crooker

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b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry

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because everything else in your life will fail you, including yourself

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