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from Olena Kalytiak Davis, “Logical Games For The Unbeliever”

All night I kept solving for G.
Now, through this dark morning,
the equation escapes
at the sad speed of light.

There are so many things I don’t understand. The future
comes and it’s no longer excited
to be here.

There are so many things I can’t know. My old friends,
are they happy?

That small square of light

I went and sat inside it
and my heart lifted,
I swear it.

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from Charles Wright, “Scar Tissue II”

One never gets used to this—
Immensity and its absolute,
                                                          December chill
Like fingernails on the skin—
That something far away has cracked you,
                                                                                       ever so slightly
And entered and gone, one never should. 

Quote IconThe purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.

Czeslaw Milosz, Ars Poetica, c. 1980 (via poetryeater)

Quote IconI don’t invent anything. I just keep rewriting the same book. I sympathize with the protagonist of a cartoon claiming to have transferred x amount of megabytes, physically exhausted after a day of downloading. The simple act of moving information from one place to another today constitutes a significant cultural act in and of itself. I think it’s fair to say that most of us spend hours each day shifting content into different containers. Some of us call this writing.

Kenneth Goldsmith (via poetryeater)

Quote IconPoetry’s traditional role is to boast that it knows; that if only others had listened we wouldn’t be in whatever mess is at hand. In the past few years it has become increasingly evident to me that there are no answers, that there is no way of proceeding; that finding a provisionally useful question and working with that toward another and another may fit the present circumstances. The present circumstances are a morass, and there is no reason to expect that will end; there is no reason to fantasize that they have ever been otherwise.

Stacy Doris

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