"…the association of two, or more, apparently alien elements on a plane alien to both is the most potent ignition of poetry."
Comte de Lautréamont
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from Meng Hao-Jan, “On Reaching the Ju River Dikes, Sent to My Friend Lu”
Road-weary, giving the horse a break,
I find myself gazing at Ju River dikes.
The Lo River is open now, free of snow.
Eminence Peak’s twilight clouds linger,
trailed halfway across empty skies, lit
colors surging elemental and swelling.
I’m sending here this moment of itself—
how it just keeps unfurling, unfurling.- Tr. David Hinton
Reblogged from poetryeater with 21 notes / lit literature poetry Meng Haoran David Hinton chinese
"Before my bed
There is bright moonlight
So that it seems
like frost on the ground;
Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon,
Lowering my head
I dream that I’m home."
Quiet Night Thoughts - Li Bai (via davidwduffy)
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Khizr and the prophet Ilyas (Elias) at the Fountain of Life
Folio from a Khamsa (Quintet) by Nizami. Shiraz, Iran. 1548
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“film” by ernst jandl
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"Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time—it is the same thing as time."
Cesare Pavese, Diary entry (October 30, 1940)
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"If poetry is very likely to become betrayal, betrayal, when practiced systematically, certainly becomes poetry."
Jean-Paul Sartre, Saint Genet
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Grasping Echoes: Hypostasis & New Year
HYPOSTASIS & NEW YEAR
By Peter Gizzi
For why am I afraid to sing
the fundamental shape of awe
should I now begin to sing the silvered back of
the winter willow spear
the sparkling agate blue
would this blade and this sky free me to speak
intransitive lack –
the vowels themselves free
Of what am I afraid
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Agenbite of Inwit: Sojourn in the Whaleby Marianne Moore Trying to open locked doors with...
Sojourn in the Whale
by Marianne Moore
Trying to open locked doors with a sword, threading
the points of needles, planting shade trees
upside down; swallowed by the opaqueness of one whom the seas
love better than they love you, Ireland—
you have lived and lived on every kind of shortage.
…
Reblogged from littlethistlecake with 13 notes / lit Marianne Moore Sojourn in the Whale poetry
