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Ignore the case
Of paradise:
A beast hiding
In a cave
Still feels
The sunless rain. Envoi by Aaron Fagan, excerpt
Go to homepageHuman in the LoopJonathan Harrell’s Commonplace Book
Go to homepageIgnore the case
Of paradise:
A beast hiding
In a cave
Still feels
The sunless rain. Envoi by Aaron Fagan, excerpt
who are you? do I know you? because I do
that sometimes I put on my blue dress &
go to church & kneel when the priest says
but when it nears its finish & communion
comes it is bitter on my lips & I don’t want it
I lick it up anyway I hold in my burst heart
I say “yes I know you” I walk slowly home Kneeling by Francesca Kritikos, excerpt
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. On the Beach at Night Alone by Walt Whitman, excerpt
A dolphin falls in love,
And there are a million
Pregnancies in the minds of men.
A salmon’s leap
Is a philosopher’s insight.
Cosmologies are born
When statues dance.
A poet’s thought
Unfurls unknown constellations. Wild by Ben Okri, excerpt
Since last night, not one of us, try as we might, has been able to leave this room. The Exterminating Angel
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So. Again we are defeated. Seven Samurai
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What if the land had its own language?
No alphabet but steady drone
of grasslands, groan of mountains,
drought-fire’s scream—a drawn-out cry,
hiss of rain, simmer of seeds
stirring restless in the soil
pure presence and process
breaking into the place
made new by cataclysm. National Forest by Alison Hawthorne Deming, excerpt
The rain consumed the people
and left them with empty streets, mud-stained
walls, and roads black with flooding.
There are no ghosts here. They drained away
with the ebbing waters. What is left
is the soft wind off the river and the hum
that comes with the loss of all memory. After the Deluge by Kwame Dawes, excerpt
I steal faces
and keep them in the branches. […]
I embrace a germ of water,
create new ways
to be born into other families
like a small offering. Childhood by Luciana Jazmín Coronado, translated from Spanish by Allison A. deFreese, excerpt
Sometimes I feel I can’t go on like this forever. Often I wonder, when I can’t sleep, what will become of me if I stay this way. Day passes and night comes, yet nothing happens, and I feel a kind of loneliness. My heart seems to be waiting for something. Tokyo Story
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I heard my voice from below:
It called me by my name.
I ran downstairs.
When I arrived, I was dead.
Carrying myself on my back
I climbed up with myself. The Stairs by Ulalume González de León, translated from Spanish by Terry Ehret & Nancy J. Morales, excerpt