
imagined the blackness she was sinking into–TM
Arjun’s dissenting voice murmured in her mind, ‘There will always be poetry.’
[…]
forged together into a force that didn’t need an enemy to define it.
[…]
We run on stories about things […] look at everything you have to work with and find a new shape.
Babylon’s Ashes, James S. A. Corey


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Blackness
[…]
is a commitment
[…]
stretches over the land
[…]
The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride
is to Comprehend,
to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black,
which is our “ultimate Reality,”
which is the lone ground
from which our meaningful metamorphosis,
from which our prosperous staccato,
group or individual, can rise.
Primer For Blacks. Gwendolyn Brooks
There is [another] response to chaos, which I have not read about, which is stillness.
TM
Walking, paradoxically, allows for the possibility of stillness.
LE

Place stilled by mottled formations and a scruple of compassion.
Poet’s House : Anne Carson on Stillness (audio), 2018.

Mottled formation, with a scruple of compassion, that stills and bends.

… you should settle quickly
The Principles of Concealment by David Wagoner
All your differences with whatever lies
Around you, forcing yourself to agree
With rocks and bushes, trees and wild grass,
Horses, cows, or sheep, even debris
To find out what you have in common.