Posts Tagged ‘ poem ’

The Distortion Principle: On Sickness and Perception | con•text

Jackie Wang on Jamaica Kincaid’s Annie John, and others. This piece originally appeared in Ballerinas Dance with Machine Guns. there is no time to write, and yet i woke up wanting to write because . . .

Source: The Distortion Principle: On Sickness and Perception | con•text

Four In The Morning by Wislawa Szymborska – YouTube

Solitary Plover Archive|Lorine Niedecker

hurt land

natural laws
limit

self-regulate, know
being becomes

dendrites stretch forth
explore through feeling
for

interre-
late, sustain

nothing
does not exist

 

Donna Fleischer
Solitary Plover issue 29 Winter 2019

 

Source: Solitary Plover Archive|Lorine Niedecker

Zeitgeist Spam: “How To Be An Artist” by Barbara Mor

Source: Zeitgeist Spam: “How To Be An Artist” by Barbara Mor

A Longhouse Birdhouse: KAZUKO SHIRAISHI ~

Summer Time — The Full Moon 
Four Days After July 27th



my mother silently went to heaven       four days ago

and tonight       is the full moon

my mother quietly completed her work

the last penance called living

when she breathed in and exhaled       as though reaching

as far back as to the Inca Empire

the thin river of her life

trembled like a thread

snow     everything is fine

she is     happier than the moon      she does not have to wander about

among the dark clouds

she does not have to       shine serenely

and slowly leave

she has obtained       the permanence

of her existence by not existing       ah

I forgot to say, thank you       because your leaving

this world was      too soon      and too quiet a sigh

what is called permanence is       transient

because it only exists inside me

in this finite inside

infinity       that is a permanence is       now

floating

ah       full moon

please shine

on my beloved       my mother

please flutter

like a spring breeze

quietly over the repose of her soul

like

drops of light

——————————

Kazuko Shiraishi
MY FLOATING MOTHER, CITY
New Directions 2009
translated from the Japanese by
Yumiko Isumura & Samuel Grolmes

 

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: KAZUKO SHIRAISHI ~

Spitfire poem first in nation – Belfast – Waldo – Republican Journal

 

Karin Spitfire puts her passion where her poetry is.

Source: Spitfire poem first in nation – Belfast – Waldo – Republican Journal

“On Joy and Sorrow” by Kahlil Gibran

On Joy and Sorrow

by Kahlil Gibran

 

Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

 

Source: “On Joy and Sorrow” by Kahlil Gibran