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lifeinpoetry · a year ago
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Imagine the emptiness in you, the vast cavities you have spent your life trying to fill—with fathers, mothers, lovers, language, drugs, money, art, praise—and imagine them gone. What’s left? Whatever you aren’t, which is what makes you—a house useful not because its floorboards or ceilings or walls, but because the empty space between them.
— Kaveh Akbar, from “The Miracle,” Pilgrim Bell
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sweatermuppet · 8 months ago
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from an oversight by kaveh akbar, published in pilgrim bell
[Text ID: blood into the sand. Some pain stays so long its absence becomes a different pain— /End ID]
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beguines · a year ago
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Kaveh Akbar, from "Forfeiting My Mystique", Pilgrim Bell
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poetsandwriters · a year ago
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Kaveh Akbar in a Q&A with Claire Schwartz in the September/October 2021 issue of Poets & Writers Magazine.
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whisperthatruns · 7 months ago
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Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned into Threats
Holy father I can’t pretend I’m not afraid to see you again but when the time comes I believe my courage will expand like a sponge cowboy in water. My earth- father came to American knowing no English save Rolling Stones lyrics and how to say thanks God. Will his goodness roll over to my tab and if yes, how soon? I’m sorry for neglecting your myriad signs, obvious now as a hawk’s head on an empty plate. I keep nearly waking up to whatever I miss most: whiskey- glass, pill bottles, my mother’s oleander---sweet and evergreen but toxic in all its parts. I know it’s silly to keep what I’ve kept from you, you always so charmed by my weakness. I just imagine you fed up with all your making, like a virtuoso trying not to smash apart her flute onstage. Plus, my sins were practically devotional: two peaches stolen from a bodega, so sweet I savored even what I flossed from my teeth. I know it’s no excuse,  but even now I’m drooling. Consider the night I spent reading another man’s lover The Dream Songs in bed---we made it to “a green living / drops limply” before we were tangled into each other, cat still sleeping at our feet. Allow me these treasures, Lord. Time will break what doesn’t bend---even time. Even you.
Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrim Bell (Graywolf Press, 2021)
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northwindow · a year ago
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Kaveh Akbar, from Pilgrim Bell
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setmeatopthepyre · 8 months ago
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I WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A THIRD CHANCE by Kaveh Akbar, from Pilgrim Bell.
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I WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A THIRD CHANCE
         What’s inside my body is more or less the same as what’s inside yours— here, the river girl clutching her toy whistle. Here, the black snake covered in scabs. Follow my neckline,
the beginning will start beginning again. I swear on my head and eyes, there are moments in every day when     if you asked me to leave, I would. Head and eyes. Heaven
     is all preposition—above, among, around, within—and if you must,      you can live any place that’s a place. A failure of courage is still a victory of safety. Bravery pitches its refugee tent
at the base of my brain and slowly starves, chipping into darkness like a clay bird bouncing down a well. All night     I eat garlic cream, water my dead orchids.
       In what world would any of it seem credible? God’s word is a melody, and melody requires repetition. God’s word is a melody I sang once then forgot.
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littlemadara-chan · 10 months ago
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Rezepte aus Wow ~♡ lecker
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drowningparty · 5 months ago
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Only a god / Can turn himself into / A god.
Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrim Bell.
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not-saying-revolution-but · 7 months ago
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the reward / for goodness / is just more goodness and sometimes / not even that
Kaveh Akbar, “Cotton Candy,” Pilgrim Bell (2021)
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indecisivegloom · 7 months ago
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lifeinpoetry · a year ago
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Some pain // stays so long its absence becomes // a different pain—
— Kaveh Akbar, from “An Oversight,” Pilgrim Bell
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unouroborize · a year ago
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Some pain // stays so long its absence becomes // a different pain—
Kaveh Akbar, “An Oversight,” Pilgrim Bell
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beguines · a year ago
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Kaveh Akbar, from "Ultrasound", Pilgrim Bell
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tulakhord · 11 months ago
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Dark on both sides. Makes a window. Into a mirror. A man. Holds his palms out. To gather dew. Through the night. Uses it. To wash before. Dawn prayer. Only a god. Can turn himself into. A god. The earth buckles. Almond trees bow. To their own roots. Fear. Comes only. At our invitation but. It comes. It came.
Kaveh Akbar, from “Pilgrim Bell.”
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whisperthatruns · 7 months ago
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[...] Some pain
stays so long its absence becomes
a different pain---
Kaveh Akbar, from “An Oversight,” Pilgrim Bell (Graywolf Press, 2021)
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emilieideas · a year ago
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Pilgrim Bell, Kaveh Akbar (2021)
Vines
“I am present and useless like a nose torn / from a face and set in a bowl”
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The Miracle
“Imagine the emptiness in you, the vast cavities you have spent your life trying to fill—with fathers, mothers, lovers, language, drugs, money, art, praise—and imagine them gone. What’s left? Whatever you aren’t, which is what makes you—a house useful not because its floorboards or ceiling or walls, but because the empty space between them.”
“You brute, cruel pebble.”
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Ghazal for the Men I Once Was
“Now watch / these hands through your blood—jealous moths. How do they heaven, upset like that?”
“In the beginning was the eye, and the eye was wet like that.”
“Like a pin pushed through a pane of glass. Like life lasting longer than you can bear. Like a sundial gone bad. Like your own name. Dead set like that.”
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Reza’s Restaurant, Chicago, 1997
“my father who wore only black even / around the house whose umbrella / made it rain whose arms could / cut chicken wire and make stew and / bulged with old farm scars my father my / father my father built / the world the first sound I ever heard / was his voice whispering the azan / in my right ear I didn’t need anything / else my father cherished / that we were ugly and so being ugly / was blessed I smiled with all my teeth”
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There are 7,000 Living Languages
“There is something terrible / beneath all I am able to say.”
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Pilgrim Bell
“Whatever happens happens. / Loudly. All day I hammer the distance. / Between earth and me.”
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I wouldn’t even know what to do with a third chance
“like a clay bird bouncing down a well”
“In what world does any of it seem credible? / God’s word is a melody, and melody requires repetition. / God’s word is a melody I sang once then forgot.”
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My Empire
“My empire made me happy / because it was an empire, cruel, // and the suffering wasn’t my own.”
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In the Language of Mammon
[backwards text] “Don’t judge him / by the first thought to enter his head. / Judge him by the second.”
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There is No Such Thing as an Accident of the Spirit
“Verily, they sent down / language, filling us with words / like seawater filling a lung.”
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Cotton Candy
“the reward / for goodness / is just more goodness and sometimes / not even that”
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Pilgrim Bell
“Doing. / One thing is a way. / Of not doing. / Everything else.”
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Pilgrim Bell
“Every person I’ve ever met. / Has been small enough. // To fit. In my eye.”
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An Oversight
“Some pain / stays so long its absence becomes / a different pain—”
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