In the Realm of Motes – Baptiste Gaillard
Human witnesses are nowhere in this book
Silverman explains the ways the US’s richest people have moved to the political right
That’s exactly why I come to poems. I want an invitation and a command inflicted upon me. Boss me around to a better place, I say.
Have you ever been infected by a word? I have a memory of a German poet—and I haven’t been able to find this poem—but my memory of the translation is that it included the word “sistercreature.”
The vampire and the ex-rocker make a mournful pair: he with his ruined hands, she with her sad nocturnal life. He needs heroin; she needs blood. He has nothing left to live for; she hasn’t truly lived in centuries.
Anyway. Go forth and hold still to be astonished slowly by paying attention.
Because we are so close to Marta and her guilt, we see her holding onto anchors that are causing her to sink.
I Do Know Some Things – Richard Siken
The story of I DO KNOW SOME THINGS is palpable, welling at every edge with urgency
Apotheosis of Music – Witold Wirpsza
For Wirpsza, a fugue can be a person, notes can be nails that stick in one’s head, and God himself can play the piano of humankind
The Women We Inherit: Ayodele Olofintuade’s ‘Swallow’ and the Reclamation of Queer Histories
Our history is in the bodies they tried to straighten, the stories they would not write, the lives they refused to archive.