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happy new year to those around the world already celebrating—
returning, yes, to this Clifton classic—
returning, yes, to this Clifton classic—
December 31, 2024 at 10:13 PM
happy new year to those around the world already celebrating—
returning, yes, to this Clifton classic—
returning, yes, to this Clifton classic—
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My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.
~ Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice
~ Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice
December 3, 2025 at 12:54 PM
My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.
~ Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice
~ Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice
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In friendship with the forests. Why do stones, soft mosses, ivy, dead wood, mushrooms, all that makes up the soil of the underbrush, seem so <good> to us? As if we were cradled in a hand, supported and welcomed. Both bed and table?
-Philippe Jaccottet
(tr. Tess Lewis)
-Philippe Jaccottet
(tr. Tess Lewis)
December 14, 2024 at 11:18 AM
In friendship with the forests. Why do stones, soft mosses, ivy, dead wood, mushrooms, all that makes up the soil of the underbrush, seem so <good> to us? As if we were cradled in a hand, supported and welcomed. Both bed and table?
-Philippe Jaccottet
(tr. Tess Lewis)
-Philippe Jaccottet
(tr. Tess Lewis)
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The hand that I hold to the light
fills. What more do I offer you,
my love, than what the light gives?
-Cid Corman
fills. What more do I offer you,
my love, than what the light gives?
-Cid Corman
March 6, 2025 at 9:39 AM
The hand that I hold to the light
fills. What more do I offer you,
my love, than what the light gives?
-Cid Corman
fills. What more do I offer you,
my love, than what the light gives?
-Cid Corman
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Claribel Alegría, translated by D. J. Flakoll
November 29, 2025 at 11:40 PM
Claribel Alegría, translated by D. J. Flakoll
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We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
Vonnegut
Vonnegut
November 27, 2025 at 9:18 AM
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
Vonnegut
Vonnegut
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In November, in the cold and in the evening, although I smell like figs and sea salt and the Island of Hydra, I read Rilke aloud and say, “I am dark; I am forest.” I read Rilke aloud and say, “Often when I imagine you, your wholeness cascades into many shapes.”
November 22, 2025 at 5:24 PM
In November, in the cold and in the evening, although I smell like figs and sea salt and the Island of Hydra, I read Rilke aloud and say, “I am dark; I am forest.” I read Rilke aloud and say, “Often when I imagine you, your wholeness cascades into many shapes.”
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I am walking a lot, through the forest, and having tremendous conversations with myself.
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
November 21, 2025 at 12:36 PM
I am walking a lot, through the forest, and having tremendous conversations with myself.
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
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Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.
Paul Valéry
Paul Valéry
November 20, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.
Paul Valéry
Paul Valéry
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a poem before sleep
(translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
(translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
November 20, 2025 at 5:05 PM
a poem before sleep
(translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
(translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
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“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.”
Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust
November 11, 2024 at 9:20 AM
“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.”
Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust
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Each shadow, an abyss.
Kim Dorman
Kerala Journal
Kim Dorman
Kerala Journal
December 8, 2024 at 7:44 AM
Each shadow, an abyss.
Kim Dorman
Kerala Journal
Kim Dorman
Kerala Journal
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Count us among those who are lost to this world:
that’s the caravan we’re travelling with.
-Mir Taqi Mir
(tr. Ranjit Hoskote)
that’s the caravan we’re travelling with.
-Mir Taqi Mir
(tr. Ranjit Hoskote)
December 25, 2024 at 6:09 AM
Count us among those who are lost to this world:
that’s the caravan we’re travelling with.
-Mir Taqi Mir
(tr. Ranjit Hoskote)
that’s the caravan we’re travelling with.
-Mir Taqi Mir
(tr. Ranjit Hoskote)
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Our life is of woven wind.
-Joseph Joubert
(tr. Paul Auster)
-Joseph Joubert
(tr. Paul Auster)
August 12, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Our life is of woven wind.
-Joseph Joubert
(tr. Paul Auster)
-Joseph Joubert
(tr. Paul Auster)
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Alice Wong taught us that disabled people don’t just leave memories behind—they leave infrastructure. Lineages of care. Methods of collectivity, survival. She named the connective tissue that holds our communities together, even across death, even across the losses that come too fast and too often.
November 16, 2025 at 12:08 AM
Alice Wong taught us that disabled people don’t just leave memories behind—they leave infrastructure. Lineages of care. Methods of collectivity, survival. She named the connective tissue that holds our communities together, even across death, even across the losses that come too fast and too often.
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"Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine."
(We all live in each other's shelter.)
From a message to my wife and me from Irish artist and dear friend, Liz Cullinane.
(We all live in each other's shelter.)
From a message to my wife and me from Irish artist and dear friend, Liz Cullinane.
November 11, 2024 at 7:23 PM
"Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine."
(We all live in each other's shelter.)
From a message to my wife and me from Irish artist and dear friend, Liz Cullinane.
(We all live in each other's shelter.)
From a message to my wife and me from Irish artist and dear friend, Liz Cullinane.
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The soul is the weariest part of the body.
Paul Bowles
Paul Bowles
November 12, 2025 at 12:32 PM
The soul is the weariest part of the body.
Paul Bowles
Paul Bowles
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I don't wear any intentional fragrances, but I just passed a dude who smelled like a library, so I'm reconsidering.
November 9, 2025 at 7:49 PM
I don't wear any intentional fragrances, but I just passed a dude who smelled like a library, so I'm reconsidering.
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Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
November 8, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark;
I am forest.
Rilke
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Dreamed an old poet said to me, “Poetry is simply looking at things with love.”
November 6, 2025 at 4:50 AM
Dreamed an old poet said to me, “Poetry is simply looking at things with love.”
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Anne Carson, Plainwater
November 5, 2025 at 8:53 AM
Anne Carson, Plainwater
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I moonbathed diligently, as others sunbathe.
Denise Levertov
Denise Levertov
November 4, 2025 at 7:55 AM
I moonbathed diligently, as others sunbathe.
Denise Levertov
Denise Levertov
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Moon woke me up nine times
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
November 4, 2025 at 8:37 AM
Moon woke me up nine times
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
—still just 4 a.m.
Basho
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November 4, 2025 at 5:39 AM
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Speaking of Richard Scarry, here’s my poem “Things That Go” published in Tilted House in 2021:
July 22, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Speaking of Richard Scarry, here’s my poem “Things That Go” published in Tilted House in 2021: