on the poetics of parting, inheriting, and moving to Substack
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on the poetics of parting, inheriting, and moving to Substack
In these poems I muster the gentleness to say this, as Alycia says of a winged boat clicking, “must be the prosody of my own desires.”
Notes on animals in poems.
“Poet is a voice, I say, like Icarus, whispering to himself as he falls.”
…so there I went with three translations of the same book to watch Rilke create a god he can only create but never quite turn to.
a man on firm ground is shrieking at the homing bird / he asks, can you draw a map from memory / of where you cannot go?
I am once again asking will there also be singing in the dark times—
At what point do poems gather an occasion for themselves?
and to a poetry reading at the Poetry for the Pandemic FYI Series hosted by UVic Department of English
Still I write poems about remembering…