#Emily Berry

[typewriter-worries]

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak | Mothman Apologia, Robert Wood Lynn | The Numbers Game, Emily Berry

[havingapoemwithyou]

no name by Emily Berry

[just-a-girl-who-likes-sharks]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Sign of the Day...

December 12th is the feast day for the saint Our Lady of Guadalupe... She is said to have appeared, four times in December of 1531, as a vision, to an Aztec peasant, Juan Diego, who was so dazzled and overwhelmed that he was converted to Christianity and then went on to convert the vast majority of his fellow countryfolk… She asked Juan to erect a shrine, but the local bishop demanded some kind of a sign before he would go along… Juan told the bishop that the vision had told Juan that he should gather roses, but before he even could, he opened his cape for the bishop, and hundreds of roses fell out… And just to cap that off, also an image of the Virgin Mary appeared on the inside of his cloak. The cloak is now kept there in the Basilica in Guadalupe. Our Lady of Guadalupe is the patron saint of Mexico, and is also called the “patroness of the Americas”… But she is also known worldwide… Here she adorns a steak house in Amsterdam… There's something cheesily wonderful about this neon glowingness..

[Mary Elaine LeBey]

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Be my mother, I said to the trees, in the language of trees, which can’t be transcribed, and they shook their hair back, and they bent low with their many arms, and they looked into my eyes as only trees can look into the eyes of a person, they touched me with the rain on their fingers till I was all droplets, till I was a mist, and they said they would.

- Emily Berry, from “Canopy,” in Stranger, Baby

[alive on all channels]

[violettesiren]

Listen to me little water I called you up believing something would arise in me believing I could make you reappear on my way to the cemetery every face was luminous as if they knew something about the dark I think you were in us all reminding me not to despair or if despairing know that we did not lose each other either side of the calamity we fused you went inside & I could not see you but afterwards afterwards I could see underwater I could see in the dark I could see with my eyes closed I could see past the shimmer that separates the living & the dead and I knew there was nothing no separation it was just aura the most remarkable sadness & if only I would keep looking I would see you

Aura by Emily Berry

[lillyli-74]

I just want to be gone. I want to be unknown.

~Emily Berry

[strathshepard]

[warpeddistinctions]

Because of Us

This morning I learned

the English word gauze (finely woven medical cloth)

comes from the Arabic word غزة or Ghazza because Gazans have been skilled weavers for centuries

I wondered then

how many of our wounds

have been dressed because of them

and how many of theirs

have been left open because of us

- Emily Berry

www.emilyberry.co.uk

[tristealven]

— Emily Berry, from "(One day you would say those words)", Unexhausted Time (Faber & Faber, 2022)

[emilyvberry]

[havingapoemwithyou]

the old fuel by Emily Berry

[a-couple-lights-for-the-dark]

I think this is about death (personified) not a lover

[violettesiren]

I felt I was born in a time when a lot of stuff was just…not known…So we asked, what was it like, to be a human being…? The clouds flushed with their ridiculous secret, light. Our minds like a playing field in spring… Most feelings are very old, they have been under the earth and then up to the surface again, they have been in the vapour of clouds and all across the surface of the sky like hairline cracks in the glaze on porcelain, our motivations under the river like pebbles or like the lives of unseen creatures that keep us alive… There was a song we had never heard before, it was a very old song, it was a song, we once knew but an imaginary one. Listening to it was like looking at the sky at a certain time of day, on certain days, in midsummer, as it slowly pulls itself apart. There were so many times I wanted to give up but then a message would appear from a complete stranger, from miles away, telling me to go on. So I went on.

(I felt I was born in a time) by Emily Berry

[armitageshux]

[wordsthatkeepmyfeetdry]

Our Love Could Spoil Dinner by Emily Berry

[typewriter-worries]

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I was very young when I was cracked open.

Some things you should let go of Others you shouldn’t Views differ as to which I kept hold of everything, just in case ]

Emily Berry, The Numbers Game