Joe Hall
Accuracy without ambition
is all I can ask for
from a poem.
from the book
Fugue and Strike /
Black Ocean
In our series “Language as Form,” we invited poets to write about poetic language as patterned language—how words as sound, voice, sentence, and song become elements of form.
- December 2, 2023
Nora Hikari
Did you know tears are sieved blood? Spit, too. We are just
one leaky vessel trying to keep everything in. Keep trying.
- December 1, 2023
Andrés Ajens (translated from the Spanish by Erín Moure)
a silence will have yet been spoken
prior to the saying, its time, language and its metaphors,
the ghastly potions, the wondrous ones, the neutral,
one silence intercalated / between one, ibid and none,
- November 30, 2023
Christy Prahl
Here in the body museum,
women speaking Hungarian
rinse one another with buckets of water,
warmed from a spigot in a turquoise room.
- November 29, 2023
Najwan Darwish (translated from the Arabic by Kareem James Abu-Zeid)
Your name's like a ship with no hope of arriving,
no hope of returning—
It never arrives, and it never returns.
It never arrives, and it never goes under.
- November 28, 2023
Jim Whiteside
a little point
of ignition, a place
where it wanted
to burn
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