only a drawing of a labyrinth, only the moon’s pull
Mark Harris @marksirrah.bsky.social
only a drawing of a labyrinth, only the moon’s pull
Mark Harris @marksirrah.bsky.social
Thank you for sharing my poem, Tom
Eve Luckring, Signal to Noise / @ornithopterpress.bsky.social ;
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Halloween Hauntings!
An excerpt from my new book, Signal to Noise
#hearingspirits
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12 or 20 (second series) questions with Eve Luckring / @ornithopterpress.bsky.social ;
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above/ground press author John Levy wins the 2025 Shelley Memorial Award! / @poetrysociety.org ;
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Everything is so extreme all the time now I'm beginning to feel nostalgia for boredom.
the front cover of Preferred Internal Landscape by Emma Winsor wood features a photo by the author or deer in front of a contemporary building in a northern California suburban landscape
Preferred Internal Landscape by Emma Winsor Wood, available now from Ornithopter Press:
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The front cover of Signal to Noise by Eve Luckring, featuring the artwork Impression Figure by Margaret Watts Hughes, a 19th century Welsh artist who created images using the eidophone - a device of her own invention.
Signal to Noise by Eve Luckring, available now from Ornithopter Press:
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Congratulations, rob. Very nice!
The beautiful people are dead set on keeping their myth alive.
the bigger they are, the harder they fall
I think you might like An Inch Thick by Theo Ellin Ballew
Hi all, I revamped my author website. It had gotten away from me! Too much sprawl, so I took it back to the basics. Also added some new poems.... sharing the publications page with you here~
www.markharrispoet.com/publications
Proud of the new issue of Notre Dame Review, my first as poetry editor. A lot of great writing in this issue. One thing I'm particularly proud of is the first translation of some of the outtakes (published posthumously) of Inger Christensen's masterpiece, Alphabet, incl the legendary "O series".
please don't tell me how the poem ends
At the end of the garden a silence Of the end of the world The last gardener comes by He turns The humus over conscientiously Wisps of straw and dead seeds Slip between his fingers And yet the plants did their best Rooted to the ground they could not Halt the phantom heady with his own speed.
Claire Malroux (RIP), tr. Marilyn Hacker 💜
Against an orange background, this text: forthcoming from Ornithopter Press in 2025, poetry collections by Eve Luckring and Emma Winsor Wood
Forthcoming from Ornithopter Press in 2025, poetry collections by Emma Winsor Wood and Eve Luckring!
GARDENBACK Things pass from me To you. I am as naked & Without down as you were When you came into the World, vulnerable, Melancholic, correctly Unfamiliar with love. Nothing Anymore can be simple Between these, our Economic bodies—but The figs will still be here, Safe, when night falls.
Safe, when night falls. Perhaps the final mission of all poetry is to ferry us through the twilight, and “Gardenback” does that wonderfully and completely. The “night” of this line could be many things—the literal night, emotional darkness, a collapsing economy that “falls”—but I take it to be a general stand-in for roughness, when the routine checklist becomes agonizing for simply no reason at all. The speaker takes care, in the departing note, to install these figs as a fixture of both day and night, the great and the sorrowful, where they are, even as the fruits of a love or the day’s labors or just nature itself, devices that somehow reconcile us to the lift of managing it all, of trudging hand-in-hand through this particular darkness and everything to come: the new economies, the splaying futures, the worlds just out of sight.
incredibly grateful to @chaudhari.bsky.social for this overwhelmingly generous reading of “Gardenback” from Light-Ip Swan up @periodicities.bsky.social — this poem was probably the most edited one in the book, and I’m in awe of what Cole finds in it: periodicityjournal.blogspot.com/2025/02/cole...
I guess so
in California news, the elusive Lyell shrew has been captured on video (first time ever!) and I keep thinking ~go back into hiding, this is not the moment to let your guard down~
It's not going all that well so far tbh
I haven't been doing the social media thing for quite a while, because, because, because. Despite the certainty there's no safe place under heaven, I guess I will hang out here for awhile, get a feel for what's up.
"I have seldom seen such disorder and brokenness—such a mass of unrelated parts of things lying about. That’s it! I concluded to myself. An unrecognizable order! Actually—the new! And so good-natured and calm. So definitely the thing! And so compact. Excellent."
—William Carlos Williams
“Snediker’s Jones Very could serve as a proof-text for Lyn Hejinian’s observation that ‘The desire to tell within the conditions of a discontinuous consciousness seems to constitute the original situation of the poem.’ Its sentences accumulate the way David Markson’s sentences accumulate in Wittgenstein’s Mistress. I experience them according to the curious epigraph to the ‘Notes’ section of the book, attributed there to Hopkins: ‘I do not believe school is from schola viz. σχολή, but the Teuton word meaning assemblage, collection, as shoal, a school of whales shell (in a school of form).’ Just so do Snediker’s sentences school; just so do they school me.” —H.L. Hix, "Urgency," International Times, November 23, 2024
Please read this review of Michael D. Snediker's JONES VERY written by the inimitable H. L. Hix:
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Front cover of Michael D. Snediker's collection of poetry JONES VERY featuring cover art by Henry Chapman of a person from shoulders up delicately painted in washes on canvas, looking back at the viewer.
Introducing JONES VERY by Michael D. Snediker
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From what do we assemble ourselves, of what fervors is that scene of us comprised? Jones Very—named after Ralph Waldo Emerson’s haunted acolyte—is an ecology of oxymel and abacus....
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Front cover of AN INCH THICK by Theo Ellin Ballew has a grid of green dancing flying figures against a reddish brown field.
Introducing AN INCH THICK by Theo Ellin Ballew
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AN INCH THICK is a future-mythic life story in lullaby, peopled by punkish attempts to bind and measure and hold still (attempts egged on by the memory of their impossibility).
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part maggot part bone part prayer
borrowing these lines by Eve Luckring (@ornithopterpress.bsky.social) for an author bio
=)
I keep meaning to say. I got a copy of @tomsnarsky.bsky.social 's Reclaimed Water, and I am enjoying it! It's on my new bookshelf in my bedroom and I'm not in bed to take pictures. But the longer "Rare Birds of Massachusetts" is really good!