Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Earth Day

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

(Chief Seattle)

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Monday, October 20, 2008

from the editor of Poetry Magazine, Christian Wiman

Let us remember... that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both.

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Thursday, October 16, 2008

Thanksgiving

Phoebe: Turkeys are beautiful, intelligent creatures!

Joey: No they're not! They're ugly, and stupid, and delicious!

(Friends) :)

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

ten years

"When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time--the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes--when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever--there comes another day, and another specifically missing part."

(A Prayer for Owen Meany, by John Irving)

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

from "Lars and the Real Girl"

"Sometimes, I'm so lonely I forget what day it is and how to spell my own name."

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Monday, January 22, 2007

Poetry Speaks Day-By-Day Calendar

"The reinvention, the making of a poetry for our time, is the only thing that makes poetry matter. And that means, literally, making poetry MATTER, that is making poetry that intensifies the matter or materiality of poetry--acoustic, visual, syntactic, semantic. Poetry is very much alive when it finds ways of doing things in a media-saturated environment that only poetry can do, but very much dead when it just retreads the same old same old."

-Charles Bernstein-

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