#I've gladly called myself a Camus devotee. and while his writings from the plague are astonishingly gorgeous

[ravencromwell]

As a poet, Naomi preferred the order of formalism. In the “Ring Song,’’ she uses light verse to convey the abruptly shifting rhythms of deprivation and contentment, the sense that happiness is ultimately a human reflex as much as it is an aspiration:

Nude in the marketplace I stand. When I stand and am not sold I build a fire against the cold. When the cold does not destroy I leap from ambush on my joy.

Have found myself a new favorite poet: the magnificent Mrs. Replansky. The Entire Ny Times article about Naomi and her wife, Eva Kollisch is well worth a read. (If the article proves inaccessible through their periodic paywall, Replansky and Kollisch are well worth looking up in other sources. Both are magnificently radical queer ladies who I just discovered today. Eva once worked in an auto factory where her job, seeing as she was fleet and nimble, was to leap atop the hoods to put windshields in place. And at night she led a Trotskyite labor group. And you need look no further than Replansky's poetry to see her radicalism.)