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Outside, night was falling. Was this
that lost night, star-covered, moonlight-spattered,
like some chemical preserving
everything immersed in it?
— Louise Glück, from “Faithful and Virtuous Night,” Faithful and Virtuous Night
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Mother, I know grief is an ocean too vast
to swallow, pulling at our womanhood with
sharpened teeth, blood all in the water,
beckoning hurt. Guilt the way we cut at
ourselves, bodies against rock, beached
until burning.
— Kanika Lawton, from “Grief, Carrying,” published in Rust + Moth
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Love this poem
“All so we could call ourselves safe / Now that there was more room, a little more space?”
— Jericho Brown, from “The Card Tables,” published in Poetry
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I’m dangerous; there’s little left
inside this body —
that hasn’t wanted not to subtract
from the world.
— Eloisa Amezcua, from “Self-Portrait,” published in The New York Times Magazine
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yours truly has a old poem published in K’In!
“salad days on a guiltless vessel” was rejected numerous times and after eight months has finally found a home. I hope you enjoy it!
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I ask myself, I wonder,
(what it means to not care? to be unloved?)
— Rachana Hegde, from “Float,” published in The Blueshift Journal
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yours truly has a old poem published in K’In!
“salad days on a guiltless vessel” was rejected numerous times and after eight months has finally found a home. I hope you enjoy it!
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SO GOOD
If I could exist in
a single moment, I would stay here, in this
darkened room, searching for light.
— Rachana Hegde, from “Objects,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry
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yeah I’ve really gotta check her out
This morning the trees
may as well be mountains
I am here and nowhere
all at once
My lungs branch and
so do the maple’s
rivers cutting through
all of my valleys please
pass me a cigarette
let me put myself out
— Elizabeth Schmuhl, from “#25,” Premonitions
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gotta check her out
I’m in a white dress. It’s dirty.
I go for walks in the peach orchard and pretend the trees are my friends.
The pretending doesn’t seem like pretending.
I’m wet and salty, and when I feel my skin burning, I walk home.
I’m dirtier than before. Look at my nails. I’m hungry.
— Elizabeth Schmuhl, from “#17,” Premonitions
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love this poem go read the new Poetry
“All so we could call ourselves safe / Now that there was more room, a little more space?”
— Jericho Brown, from “The Card Tables,” published in Poetry
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once, I tried to be somebody
once, we both tried to be good
but then decided to become gods
something always burning
something both dead and not
— Brynne Rebele-Henry, from “Figure of Isis/Aphrodite,” Autobiography of a Wound
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SO EXCITING
Stuff About Suspiria via people who went to the listening parties
Lots and Lots of appreciation of Unmade apparently it’s better than Thom’s entire career (including Radiohead’s discography) via one person and another said it made them cry; there’s a lyric about “taking a bird under his wing”
Another version of Suspirium (I’m guessing Suspirium Finale) this one has more guitar and electronic elements and strings
The synth song from the trailer doesn’t sound the same as in the trailer it’s arranged differently it’s longer and has a stand up bass part added someone said it could be Volk another said it could be Synthesizer Speaks or An Audition
Apparently Thom screams on one of the tracks? And apparently they’re super terrifying
A Choir of One is 14 minutes long. It’s just Thom’s voice with synths wavering through there I think the end is where the screams kick in but I’m not sure
5 to 6 (another said 7 to 8) songs feature Thom’s voice
There’s a track someone said that sounds like it could fit on Kid A that has a groovy bass line and pounding drums
There’s a song that apparently sounds bluesy
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Y ES
“Poetry is not just relief; poetry is tension. Poetry is departure. Poetry is return. Poetry is memory.”
— Emily Jungmin Yoon, from the author’s note, A Cruelty Special to Our Species
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this is a mood
I don’t want to be beautiful
so much as remembered
as beautiful.
— Elisa Gabbert, from “Some days I can’t escape the feeling,” L'Heure Bleue, or the Judy Poems
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