You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
We surrender in the teeming utterance
of materials soaked with sentences already made in air
To disappear into the right words
and to be their meanings. . .
radiant points, scales and
variations of beads and dots
breathe benevolent notes, their
particular legibility of trackless
Resistance …
“There are very few contemporary political spaces where the energies of love and imagination are understood and respected as powerful social forces.”
“we must tap the well of our own collective imaginations” (RK)
“In life, the monsters win” (GRRM)
Maneuvers to other planes of there.
It’s fine, I’ll stay here dreaming poems and smiling in italics.
A Poem by Álvaro de Campos Fernando Pessoa, translated from the Portuguese by Margaret Jull Costa and Patricio Ferrari, NYR June 22, 2023 issue
It’s so amusing this bystanding part of life!
“It’s your daughter, Mom! Want to say
hello to Rita?” My surprise each time
that he still asks, believes in asking.“Hello, Rita.” A good day, then;
Eurydice, Turning by Rita Dove (Playlist for the Apocalypse); via On Being 041122.
the voice as fresh as I remember.
I close my eyes to savor it