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sleepytimegal777 · 1 year

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1. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 2. The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser / 3. Automat - Edward Hopper / 4. Red Doc> - Anne Carson / 5. Melancholy - Edvard Munch / 6. The Village (2004) / 7. So We Must Meet Apart - Gabrielle Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng

#the terrible loneliness that comes with refusing to be vulnerable…..#parallels #web weave #web weaving #poetry #words #art #richard siken #cj hauser #edward hopper #anne carson #edvard munch #the village #gabrielle bates #jennifer s. cheng

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beguines · 1 year

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Gabrielle Bates, from "Eastern Washington Diptych", Judas Goat

#gabrielle bates #judas goat #poetry

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feral-ballad · 7 months

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Gabrielle Bates, from Judas Goat: Poems; “Eastern Washington Diptych”

[Text ID: “Without violence, how do I understand my life as meaningful? / As if the only tool I owned for finding truth were a knife.”]

#gabrielle bates #violence #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

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maybuds · 1 year

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suphil lee park, from “aerial view of maze” / “archaeologists uncover children’s hand and foot prints in what’s thought to be the oldest cave art to date” published on colossal / rebecca doverspike, from “every present thing, a ghost of something” / gabrielle bates, from “dear birmingham”/ ripples from ~2 billion years ago, from this post / louise glück, from “poem”

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#suphil lee park #rebecca doverspike #gabrielle bates #louise gluck #poetry #poem #web weaving #does this make sense?

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amourduloup · 2 months

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#*lit #gabrielle bates #poetry #language

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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months

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suddenly childhood ended and now i am supposed to know how to live

Franz Wright Entry In An Unknown Hand / Elena Ferrante (tr. Ann Goldstein) Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (via @luthienne) / Jenny Zhang How It Feels / Anna Kamienska Astonishments / unknown / Gabrielle Bates & Jennifer S. Cheng So We Must Meet Apart / W. Todd Kaneko The Day After / image; SZA Blind / Ethel Cain Dog Days / @darkerthanerebus / pinterest

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lunchboxpoems · 1 year

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SALMON

My father and I sit at a sushi bar in my new city sampling three different kinds of salmon nigiri. He tells me about a great funeral speech he recently heard a son give for his father. The speech was structured around regrets everyone assumed the father didn’t have, interspersed with hilarious stories involving boys crashing the family van and fishing mishaps. The ivory salmon is pale and impossibly soft. The sliver of steelhead, orange enough to pretend it’s salmon. How else to say it. I am my father’s only child, and he is my mother. We dip our chopsticks into a horseradish paste dyed green and called wasabi. I know his regrets. I could list them. But instead at his funeral I will talk if I can talk about nights like this, how good it felt just to be next to him, to be the closest thing he had.

GABRIELLE BATES

#gabrielle bates #poem #poetry #fathers #loss #grief #funerals

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headlightsforever · 1 year

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Gabrielle Bates, “Dear Birmingham” from Judas Goat, Tin House, 2023

#gabrielle bates #poetry #poem #literature #lit #writing #judas goat #poet #quote #quotes #poets #poems #w

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girlaginggirl · 1 year

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#jennifer s. cheng #gabrielle bates #so we must meet apart #poetry #letters #wanting

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siilverfang · 2 months

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#art #personal art #borzoi #gabrielle bates #an old thing i just tidied up a bit #whatever 'tidied up' means in this style #dog #myart #borzoi art #dog art

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beguines · 1 year

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Gabrielle Bates, from "Dear Birmingham", Judas Goat

#gabrielle bates #judas goat #poetry

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geryone · 1 year

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Judas Goat, Gabrielle Bates

#quotes #quote #poetry #poem #Gabrielle Bates #id in alt text

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agirlnamedbone · 8 months

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#op #poem #poetry #gabrielle bates #literature #quote

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smakkabagms · 2 years

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I don’t have any poetry these days. Language is too slack; I lose hold of it. I am either gripping my fingers too tightly or too loosely; I can either hold everything in my hand or nothing at all; the universe is either gathered or it is terrifyingly dispersed.

Gabrielle Bates

#Gabrielle Bates #quote #poetry #letters

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violettesiren · 5 days

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A little boy’s starched white collar. An insect traversing the curve.

Dusky pearls strung on a wire in my hair wound low in a bow at the cerebellum,

the brain’s wing-shaped center for balance. It’s April. There’s no balance here.

Not in the arch twisted from an ice storm- struck tree, the bluegrass grabbing my lace.

Scent of smoked meats mingling with the sugar-sweet confections just burst on the apples’ limbs.

Hands. Fingers. Ring of rough steel he bought for $35, whose ends don’t fuse but overlap

like an overbite—the symbolism isn’t lost on a woman like me:

There is a beginning and an end, April, and one of us will go before the other.

Bees as a species are already dying but we have tons. There, today,

we have a live bee for every lapel. A bride should have a veil, they said

and so I bought one. Paid and left it; like the skin of a fetal lamb

piled on the counter, it was too finely made and traditional to be mine.

The sun dims and it’s April again. I can see a fire station now from our bed.

Sirens come and go all night. On his left hand, the steel is gentle

as the shadows of emergencies cast on our wall a procession of soft, bright bursts.

As we pulled away in the long black car, our friend who would die the next year

tried to hand us a lit sparkler through the window. What happens to our questions when we die?

I wondered aloud on our wedding night about the origin of Daylight Saving Time,

and he told me. It’s dawn, dark, April. He blinks and apple blossoms fall all over my face.

What’s the name for the way we wake to sirens and each roll inward on the frame?

It wasn’t us this time, I mean. We’re still alive, sleeping in our bed,

candles cool and unlit. Small menace makes sweet the body

of April and that’s the meaning of bees. But the mind’s shape is simpler.

When I say he hammered the ring to make it fit, I mean the ring fits.

Anniversary by Gabrielle Bates

#Gabrielle Bates

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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months

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Can u pls pls pls do web weaving on the struggle to be alive everyday,trying, failing,losing ur mind but still going on with the pain

pinterest / Mitski A Burning Hill / Donika Kelly Dear-; The Reunciations / Nora Sakavic The Foxhole Court / pinterest / pinterest / Fariha Róisín How to Cure a Ghost / pinterest / Gabrielle Bates & Jennifer S. Cheng So We Must Meet Apart

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