#Alice Notley

[mournfulroses]

Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),"

[wordscanbeenough]

I'm not too gone to be healed, am I? / I'm not too gone am I?

Alice Notley, from In the Pines

[girlfictions]

Alice Notley, from In The Pines

[sageandscorpiongrass]

Chronic.

on illness and fatigue

A Poem About Pain, David Budbill | She Used to Be Mine, Waitress | Under One Small Star, Wislawa Szymborska | Burried, Ashe Vernon | Vive, Vive, Traci Brimhall | Chronic Pain, NHS Inform | Drawing Restraints, Agnes Cecile | Half-Life in Exile, Hala Alyan | Body Terror Song, AJJ | Unknown | Battlefield, Topaz Winters | White Oleander, Janet Fitch | Boy In The Bubble, Alec Benjamin | Quote by Richard Siken | Autoimmune Disease, Anna and Elena Balbusso | In The Pines, Alice Notley | Twenty, Silas Melvin

[khadijamalyk]

[strokeofserenity]

I'm not too gone to be healed, am I?

I'm not too gone am I?

Alice Notley, “In the Pines.”

[derangedrhythms]

Do you recognize my heart?

Alice Notley, Songs and Stories of the Ghouls; from ‘Sand’

[winged-cries]

[lunchboxpoems]

ALICE NOTLEY

[litverve]

“You have to really be broken in order to be a poet. It’s a very bad thing to tell a young person, but it’s true. Poetry comes out of all the places where you break.”

Alice Notley, from an interview with BOMB magazine, September 15, 2015

[virgin-martyr]

You will always be the ghoul-girl now.

Alice Notley, excerpt from Songs and Stories of the Ghouls

[mournfulroses]

Alice Notley, from Selected Poems of Alice Notley; "Waltzing Matilda,"

[dk-thrive]

“I can’t abide what the world has become, the frozen-ness of our product this evil thing that we kiss the ass of every hour. I want a dailiness that is free and beautiful.”

— Alice Notley, in an email to Maggie Nelson, in Maggie Nelson's "Like Love: Essays and Conversations." (Graywolf Press, April 2, 2024)

[blyejay]

[lillyli-74]

I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.

~Alice Notley

[violettesiren]

Why do I want to tell it it was the afternoon of November 15th last fall and I was waiting for it whatever it would be like

it was afternoon & raining but it was late afternoon so dark outside my apartment and I was special in that I saw everything through a heightened

tear, things seemed dewy, shiny and so I knew there was a cave it was more or less nearby as in my apartment it was blue inside it

dark blue like an azure twilight and the gods lived in the cave they who care for you take care of at death and they had cared for Ted and were there for me too and in life even now

Poem by Alice Notley