newly posted at @periodicities.bsky.social : rob mclennan : Real Grownup, by Elizabeth Bachinsky / @nightwoodeditions.bsky.social ;
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Here is a new poem. Already revised, alas. But for what it’s worth: www.newyorker.com/magazine/202...
Many thanks to Jeff Shotts and Kevin Young.
Thank you @eventmags.bsky.social !
If Sir Gawain features jousts etc. at Christmastime, there’s precedent to consider Die Hard a Christmas movie?
Husband and I always exchange a book on Christmas Eve. This year’s pick for me: Simon Armitage’s translation of Sir Gawain #poetry #books #reading
Diego Reading
Jack Chambers
1971
THE COMING OF LIGHT Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
Mark Strand, with the Hanukkah content we all need right now.
Just finished Sara Miles’ Take This Bread (2007). Fascinating conversion memoir from queer/left POV that interprets the Eucharist as a model for community food pantries. Truly “communion” at its radical (but logical) end. #amreading #memoir
Really loved @petcri.bsky.social ‘s memoir on sex, music, and making a queer life. He captures a changing Toronto, and an all too rare exploration of the friendships between queer men and women.
I now have a VERY long list of albums to spin.
Poppyseed Cake Glazed for Calypso
Mary Pratt
2002
Thank You by Ross Gay If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the earth’s great, sonorous moan that says you are the air of the now and gone, that says all you love will turn to dust, and will meet you there, do not raise your fist. Do not raise your small voice against it. And do not take cover. Instead, curl your toes into the grass, watch the cloud ascending from your lips. Walk through the garden’s dormant splendor. Say only, thank you. Thank you.
... Walk
through the garden’s dormant splendor.
Say only, thank you.
Thank you.
—Ross Gay
This poem, Gray, by C. V. Cavafy sure blew the world wide open today.
One of my favourite poets discussing another of my favourite poets.
“Queer theory…is in its flop era.” My review of Kay Gabriel’s PERVERTS is out today in @thebaffler.com. Kay’s book is a funny and true antidote to the cheap sentiment of bad queer discourse, a reckoning with sex/gender as pleasure center and system requiring defeat. thebaffler.com/latest/we-wa...
“We’re all going to hell in a while.”
— Patrizia Cavalli
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This poem appeared in My Poems Won't Change The World by Patrizia Cavalli, published by Penguin Books Ltd, 2018. Shared here with deep gratitude.
Thanks to @eventmags.bsky.social for including two new poems in their latest issue, including an ode to my moustache 🥸
