#marianne boruch

[geryone]

Cadaver, Speak, Marianne Boruch

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of october

alfred starr a dark dreambox of another kind: the poems of alfred starr: "didn't you ever search for another star?

stephen spender new collected poems: "auden's funeral"

marianne boruch keats is coughing

noa micaela fields zoeglossia: poem of the week, may 17, 2021: "echolalia"

kevin young diptych

richard siken real estate

crisosto apache kúghą/home

mikko harvey for m

nathan hoks nests in air: "the barbed wire nest"

john a. holmes noon waking

crisosto apache 37 common characterisi(x)s of a displaced indian with a learning disability

oliver de la paz requiem for the orchard: "at the time of my birth"

zhang xun jiangnan song (tr. bijaan noormohamed)

paul violi fracas: "extenuating circumstances"

tianru wang after "yellow crane tower"

lloyd schwartz cairo traffic: "nostalgia (the lake at night)"

kamiko han the narrow road to the interior: "the orient"

rigoberto gonzalez unpeopled eden: "unpeopled eden"

adelaide crapsey verse: "to the dead in the graveyard underneath my window"

chester kallman night music

alan shapiro covenant: "covenant"

tom clark light and shade: new and selected poems: "radio"

tc tolbert my melissa,

charlie smith in praise of regret

carolyn kizer cool, calm, and collected: poems 1960-2000: "fanny"

julie sheehan orient point: "hate poem"

arthur sze the redshifting web: poems 1970-1998: "streamers"

joumana altallal everything here...in the voice of tara fares

abid b al-abras last simile

w.s. merwin to lingering regrets

george scarbrough music

shout me a coffee

[hepatosaurus]

national poetry month, day 5

I’ll give you a body that won’t die I’ll give you a body that won’t die, god whispered in an ear, 643 AD, some year like that. In a cave or a hut nowhere— comma—middle of. And isn’t that deep down anyplace? said god. A body that wouldn’t or couldn’t. I mean, said god, you’ll die of course. But no dust to dust, never to rot. The saint turned such a thought, and turned it: not a harbor grateful for ships, not standing on deck as land comes into sight. Every gift is a curse, god shrugged. Or the reverse. They’ll keep digging you up. Amazement like a stain will spread. We walked by on the trail, figuring sparrow or finch—what is that trilling? There’ll be a cult, said god. Earth will heave up reason. —Marianne Boruch

[beguines]

Marianne Boruch, "Gift-Distant, Scratched", Eventually One Dreams the Real Thing

[womens-art]

Marianne Boruch, "A Tiny Pre-Kangaroo Slips Out Its Mother's"

[s-hodne]

WHAT GOD KNEW

Marianne Boruch when he knew nothing.  A leaflooks like this, doesn’t it?  No oneto ask. So came the inventionof the question too, the way all at heart are rhetorical, each leafsuddenly wedded to its shade. When God  knew nothing, it was better, wasn’t it? Not the color blue yet, its deep unto black.  No color at all really, not yet one thing leading to another, sperm to egg endlessly, thus…

[poem-today]

A poem by Marianne Boruch

A Musical Idea

At the second light, you turn, the boy tells me. I turn. A musical idea. Turn then, when a light in any house goes on.

Dark end of the day on the street. Dark late afternoon in November. In any kitchen—revealed: the hum

starts in the freezer, down the lower shelves, takes the stove back to its fire. The sink is an absence:

one tea-stained cup left to seed. I live somewhere. But to walk away is a musical idea. Because a corner means

make a profile to however once you were. Once a child, I kept turning full-faced into everything, never

saying a word. You like to think that, my brother says. I heard you plenty of times. And you were hiding.

Marianne Boruch

[murphycooper]

Isn’t bite also touch?

The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser / Cadaver, Speak, Marianne Boruch / Murmur, Cameron Barnett / “Interview with the Vampire” Season 2

[geryone]

Cadaver, Speak, Marianne Boruch

[cheesenames]

star wars episodes i-iii (george lucas) // star wars: darth vader (greg pak) // marianne boruch

[bluehandprint]

Supernatural 2x03 Bloodlust / Marianne Boruch, The No-Name Tapestries / James Lee Byars, The Halo, 1985 / Valerie Martínez, Absence, Luminescent / Supernatural 4x16 On the Head of a Pin

[padmeanddorme]

ooh, do you think I deserved it all?

ooh, your flowers filled with vitriol

you built me up

to watch me fall

you have everything

and you still want more

I try to be tough, I try to be mean

“I love you”

But even after all this, you're still everything to me

And I know you don't care

I guess that’s fine

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credits: song lyrics from the grudge, by Olivia Rodrigo. gifs do not belong to me. post inspired by @cheesenames’ post (see here https://www.tumblr.com/cheesenames/764646844545531904/star-wars-episodes-i-iii-george-lucas-star)

[womens-art]

Marianne Boruch, "Keats Is Coughing"

[llovelymoonn]

favourite november poems

marilyn chin little girl études

muriel rukeyser the speed of darkness: “poem (i lived in the first century of world wars)”

sanna wani lately i am trying

tory dent collected poems: “the moon and the yew tree”

maya mior re: your listing

marvin bell nightworks: poems 1962-2000: “obsessive”

lauren k. alleyene how could i have known i would need to remember your laughter

charles bernstein with strings: “a test of poetry”

carl phillips this far in

laura wetherington (& hannah ensor) feel piece 4

dean young dear friend

robyn schiff a woman of property: “gate”

margaret de laughter a pantoun

rick barot the flea

elsa gidlow oversoul

carl phillips stop shaking

warsan shire the unbearable weight of staying

manuel arturo abreu klangfarbenmelodie

marianne boruch keats is coughing

evan knoll blood makes the blade holy

risk (@mechanicrisk) my son, the two headed calf

francine sterle nude in winter: “self-portrait as an allegory of painting”

luci tapahonso a radiant curve: “elegy for my younger sister”

matthew sweeney alone

david harsent from “a dream book”

sanna wani tomorrow is a place

rachel blau duplessis: from eurydics: snake

hannah brooks-motl family dollar

matthew olzmann letter beginning with two lines from czesław miłosz

janice lobo sapigao silhouette

kofi

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Best of 2022

as always, this is stuff I loved in 2022, not necessarily stuff that came out in 2022 (in fact, it's mostly not!). and there'll be a more detailed post on Patreon.

BOOKS & COMICS

Squire, Sara Alfageeh & Nadia Shammas

The Argonautika, Apollonius of Rhodes trans. Peter Green

Scout Is Not A Band Kid, Jade Armstrong

Bestiary Dark, Marianne Boruch

Antigonick, Anne Carson/Sophocles

Flint and Mirror, John Crowley

Devil House, John Darnielle

Universal Harvester, John Darnielle

Vita Nostra, Marina Dyachenko

The Hatch, Joe Fletcher

Averno, Louise Glück

Job: A New Verse Translation, Edward L. Greenstein

The Thin Man, Dashiell Hammett

Heretics of Dune, Frank Herbert 

Iliad, Homer trans. Caroline Alexander 

Skin Folk, Nalo Hopkinson

Uzumaki, Junji Ito

Moon Witch, Spider King, Marlon James 

Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance, Fady Joudah

Ulysses, James Joyce

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, John le Carré

A Desolation Called Peace, Arkady Martine

Salt Fat Acid Heat, Samin Nosrat

The Bull from the Sea, Mary Renault

The Persian Boy, Mary Renault 

Normal People, Sally Rooney

Grief Sequence, Prageeta Sharma

A Frog in the Fall, Linnea Sterte 

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me, Mariko Tamaki and Rosemary Valero-O’Connell

A Secret Vice, JRR Tolkien ed. Dimitra Fimi

MOVIES

Loser, Urzila Carlson

Everything Everywhere All At Once, Daniels 

Saint Maud, Rose Glass

Promare, Hiroyuki Imaishi

My Neighbor Totoro, Hayao Miyazaki

Withnail & I, Bruce Robinson

Jenny Slate: Stage Fright, Gillian Robinson

Demon Slayer, Haruo Sotozaki

Stalker, Andrei Tarkovsky

Sk8 the Infinity, Hiroko Utumi

Barbarella, Roger Vadim

MUSIC

The Dream, alt-J

Renaissance, Beyoncé 

Hounds of Love, Kate Bush

“Lakes of Canada,” The Innocence Mission

The Loneliest Time, Carly Rae Jepsen

Dance Fever, Florence + the Machine

Mashrou' Leila, just like, in general

“Children of Light II”, Meg Myers

Leak 04-13, Jai Paul

Scheherazade, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Rostam & Sohrab, Loris Tjeknavorian

MISCELLANEOUS

Getting an agent

Homemade baba ghanoush 

Seeing Drawfee live

Attending Tristan und Isolde

The work of Salman Toor

Guesting on The Spouter-inn

[reconstructionlegacy]

“What is dead may never die,” Theon said, remembering.

Theon I (A Clash of Kings), George R.R. Martin

When the chorus sing that the ‘name of the land will vanish’ and ‘Troy no longer exists’, they are singing for an audience for whom Troy’s name has survived.

P.E. Easterling, The Cambridge Companion to Greek Tradgedy

I begin with three ancient premises I almost believe. One: the dead move among us. Two: there is the thinnest veil between the things we see and the secret, heart-stopping place those images open to, and only image, the beloved particular, allows entry. Three: that hidden place is the source of poetry, of any art really, and tapping that requires two conflicting states of mind at once—vigilance and a kind of half-sleep, thinking and not thinking at all. I realize this sounds archaic and even unhinged, and that’s probably the best I can hope for.

Marianne Boruch, from Seeing Things, "The Little Death of Self" (University of Michigan Press, 2017)

I have written you down Now you will live forever And all the world will read you And you will live forever In eyes not yet created On tongues that are not born I have written you down Now you will live forever 

Poet, Bastille

One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It’s one of the oldest urges in mankind. It’s a way of stalling death.

Carlos Fuentes

I think it’s because the minute they [poets] are dead all of their poems about death become poems about being alive.

Mary Ruefle, "Short Lecture on the Dead," Madness, Rack and Honey (Wave Books, 2012)