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Han VanderHart
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Hollis Summers Poetry Prize: Larks (Ohio U Press, 2025). What Pecan Light (BCP, 2021). Co-Editor: @riverriverbooks.bsky.social EIC: @moistpoetryjournal.bsky.social Host: @ofpoetrypodcast.bsky.social Southern. PhD Duke. they/them. Durham, NC. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🇵🇸
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When I come back to bed, someone’s taken my place 🎶 #catsofbluesky
Stripes, an American short haired tabby,having a bath, in my spot
November 13, 2025 at 2:10 AM
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It’s wintry in NC (coldest day this week, 34 out) and my day off so I’m snuggled on the couch with my good boy doing editing work SO BLESSED OMG) ❄️
Bug, brown and white pit, sleeping as usual after breakfast. No, I cannot reheat my coffee.
November 11, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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First pushcart nomination 🙏💕 Thank you, Salt Hill Journal! 🎉🎉🎉

“To not save anything. To rush headlong,
fall, collapse.”
Pink and black graphic with the following text: "RUIN PORN" BY HAN VANDERHART... ...SSUE 53 "MY SISTER BLAMES OUR PARENTS, NOT METH, FOR THE LOSS OF HER TEETH BY SAMANTHA PADGET.../SSUE 54 "WHERE WE SIN, WE SING: ON JULIEN BAKER & DELIVERANCE THROUGH SIN" BY ANTHONY THOMAS LOMBARDI ISSUE 53 "SMOKE DETECTORS" BY KEVIN B. /SSUE 54 "FISH FALL" BY CLAIRE ZHOU ISSUE 54 "A RICHER PLACE " BY ALEXANDER FREDMAN ..../ISSUE 53 SALT HILL JOURNAL
November 11, 2025 at 1:10 PM
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Fists made of facts.
Lightning flashes of facts.
Mountains of facts.
Hurricanes of facts.

—Dziga Vertov, 1926
• the FACTORY OF FACTS. • Filming facts. Sorting facts. Disseminating facts. Agitating with facts. Propaganda with Facts. Fists made of facts. • Lightning flashes of facts. • Mountains of facts. • Hurricanes of facts. • And individual little factlets. • Against film-sorcery. • Against film-mystification. • For the genuine cinematification of the worker-peasant. USSR. -Dziga Vertov, 1926 I was originally asked to contribute an essay for a collection called Beyond Document: Essays on Nonfiction Film, edited by Charles Warren, with an Introduction by Stanley Cavell, because of a book I once wrote about Emily Dickinson's poetry. Although this seemed a strange reason to assume I could write about nonfiction film, I was drawn to the project because of the tact of my husband's death and my wish to find a way to document his life and work. David von Schlegell was a second-generation American with a German name. He was born in St. Louis in 1920. His German name embarrassed him, especially the "von," but he… (Susan Howe, New Directions)
November 11, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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In much better news, I have acquired this beautiful little book on film and poetry and narrative by Susan Howe…
Sorting Facts; or, Nineteen Ways of Looking at Marker Susan Howe published by New Directions featuring three full and one partial film frame of a partial view of a person, their hair flying in the wind above the book, the dying red roses of November
November 10, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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wild nights, wild nights

(taking your bra off at 7:45 and getting into bed with Gertrude Stein’s How to Write is freee) 📚💙
How to Write by Gertrude Stein / poetry bookshelves on either side of / view from my bed / I am done
November 8, 2025 at 12:47 AM
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Poets on a Friday
Meryl Streep in Shakespearean red gown and blue ball cap in rehearsal for Taming of the Shrew (Shakespeare in the Park performance)
November 7, 2025 at 9:16 PM
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Fanny and Susan (Sukey) Howe, c1945
Two children with blonde bobs, in trousers and short sleeves, standing on rocks. The smaller one, Fanny, is smiling broadly. The taller one, Sukey, looks surprised, or is making a face at the photographer. She stands more stiffly than her younger sister.
November 7, 2025 at 1:29 AM
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Citing one of my mantras from one of my most prized works of art
I am a buttercat and I do Wat I want with a worm-like buttercat in the center permanent marker and paper art by Anselm
November 6, 2025 at 3:33 PM
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Dress for the job you wa—

yeah, okay, I see it now
Oversized red shades and IN MY SPOOKY ERA orange and white tie-dye sweatshirt
November 6, 2025 at 1:26 PM
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Heavily dosed up on Gertrude Stein and dog cuddles, I can now to work 📚💙🐶
Library of American, Vol 2 of Gertrude Stein And my sleeping pitbull, Bug (brown and white, gently snoring on my lap)
November 5, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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Telepsychology. We have always been in contact with one another, keeping on never letting go, no distance as to time, nothing such as liberty because we are in the field of history.

Susan Howe
SUSAN HOWE FRAME STRUCTURES EARLY POEMS 1974-1979 held up in November bedroom lamplight
November 5, 2025 at 2:04 AM
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It’s the books you have to buy a second or third or fourth copy of because you lost them—taking them places, inseparable from you—or someone stole them—or they are somewhere in your house, uncleaned —or or or

“I've tired of them.
Those dishes I learned to cook for love.”

Diane Seuss
By the author of frank: sonnets, winner of the Pulitzer Prize MODERN POETRY National Book AWARD FINALIST DIANE SEUSS POEMS And the clutter of my kitchen counter and red roses and November evening and and and and Red roses and the poem text from Diane Seuss LITTLE FUGUE WITH JEAN SEBERG AND TUPPERWARE I've tired of them. Those dishes I learned to cook for love. Dishes that were not in my nature but I suppressed my nature. For love, for love. What ridiculous things I've done. I've said big dick when I meant small dick. And you know? I've tired of the French New Wave. Did I ever love Jean-Paul Belmondo? Now he seems like some trifling prick I'd have to call into my office for disrespecting teacher. I'm teacher. I had no God-given authority. I had to self-generate it, like God. At some point, God had to take the leap to become God. Those dishes. I carried them in Tupperware knockoff storage containers. Drove them miles, through blizzards, for love. Love, that little wood tick. That tick-in-the-ass. Say the word enough times inside your head, it will fall out of its meaning
November 4, 2025 at 10:13 PM
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A little Gertrude Stein before we deal with the old fridge, which has died in the night.
My dog bug, on alert for more dying fridges, and Stein, in her vocal, verbal glory. Coffee out of frame. “The thing that has made the glory of English literature is description simple concentrated description not of what happened nor what is thought or what is dreamed but what exists and so makes the life the island life the daily island life. It is natural that an island life should be that. What could interest an island as much as the daily the completely daily island life. And in the descriptions the daily, the hourly descriptions of this island life as it exists and it does exist it does really exist English literature has gone on and on from Chaucer until now. It does not go on so well now for several reasons, in the first place they are not so interested in their island life because they are in short they are not so interested. And in the next place it is not as much an island life. But in the beginning and then for an endless long going on there was there is the steady description of the daily life the daily island life. That makes a large one third of the glory of English literature.” From Lectures in America, “What is English Literature”
November 4, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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Working poets wants to know…
Goose meme, querying William Carlos Williams on his billable hours.
November 3, 2025 at 6:20 PM
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Found myself reallly staring at William Carlos Williams’ office hours, haha. Like in a deeply, fascinated way.
«wadded" library, once Paterson's hoped for sanctuary, is muffled and dead. It disappoints. Are libraries suburbs? -whatever the complexion. Let me out! (Well, go!) this rhetoric is real! Doctor’s notepad with the printed text: Phone: Rutherford 2-0669 WILLIAM C. WILLIAMS, M. D Reg. No. 3810 9 Ridge Road Rutherford, N. J. Office Hours: 1 to 2 P.M. Except Friday Evenings 7 to 8 P.M., Monday and Thursday Name Age - Address - - Date — And the lines of poetry in handwritten script: Near a waterfall how much How much does it cost to love the (sic)
November 3, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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“Think in stitches…think in willows.”

Gertrude Stein, quoted in Susan Howe’s Spontaneous Particulars
Tapestry image with person in a green field surrounded by goats / sheep and the text/ The English word "text" comes from Medieval Latin textus "style or texture of a work," literally "thing woven," from the past participle stem of textere: "to weave, to join, fit together, construct." In several notebooks she labeled "Sentences" (1928-1929), Gertrude Stein writes: "A sentence is partly softly after they write it. What is the difference between a sentence and a sewn. What is the difference between a sentence and a picture. They will sew which will make it tapestry. A sentence is not carrying it away. A sentence furnishes while they will draw. A sentence is drawers and drawers full of drawings. A sentence is an imagined masterpiece. A sentence is an imagined frontispiece. In looking up from her embroidery she looks at me. She lifts up the tapestry. It is partly. ... Think in stitches. Think in settlements. Think in willows."
November 3, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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Screen break with Susan Howe and banana 🍌
Banana and SUSAN HOWE SPONTANEOUS PARTICULARS THE TELEPATHY OF ARCHIVES New Directions, 2014
November 3, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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Blessings full stop

Susan Howe, from Debths
This side I will show miniature network entanglements comma Blessings full stop yours very half-hesitation semi-colon semi- colon yes the sea lies about us Our tininess on earth as such
November 3, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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Susan Howe, from Debths
٢ ٠ مم- دق مت D战那呵”时拼 I the tower with the bell ringing al the speaker has left the dark wood: ight walbمب ٤ 2م
November 3, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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a work of art is nourished and multiplied through subliminal abecedarian recollection

Susan Howe, @ndbooks.bsky.social
Lattice Phonesis This variagated fabric band hints at what waking point, within itself and upon itself, a work of art is nourished and multiplied through subliminal abecedarian recollection from Debths (New Directions, 2017)
November 3, 2025 at 12:39 PM
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Gentle pre-work ease into Monday with Susan Howe & dog cuddle
Debths & Bug (brown & white pibble), both seen from above
November 3, 2025 at 12:33 PM
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Two good things—more Susan Howe on the shelf, and this lovely Hickory tree in my backyard, looking burnished 🍂 #booksku
SUSAN HOWE SPONTANEOUS PARTICULARS THE TELEPATHY OF ARCHIVES Deaths by Susan Howe both published by New Directions Gold and orange-red hickory, green in its lower branches, among the loblolly pines
November 2, 2025 at 9:51 PM
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we must hurry while tenderness survives in us

Susan Howe

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Penitential Cries by Susan Howe, featuring a woodcut of little Timothy fleeing a demon figure of sin. Emily Dickinson sent this image in a letter to Susan the morning after a “revel,” with the note “ PS lest you misapprehend, the unfortunate insect upon the left is Myself, while the Reptile upon the right is my more immediate friends, and connections.” In the notes, in the back of the book ✨ arrive there is Lady Honoria Dedlock seated at her desk in Chesney Wold reading old love letters, even older than the ones our mother kept in a cardboard box beside the washing machine in the cellar. Children can see a thousand miles off Heart pictograph little frills. Personal and individual solemn forms appear we must hurry while tenderness survives in us secret languages cherished beliefs swim- ming in sun motes as if we had known then life expectancy or return to being ancient Mitral tremolo sliding glissandi chaff from Penitential Cries by Susan Howe (New Directions, 2025)
November 2, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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and I think about how careless people
like to say that it doesn't cost

anything to be kind, but that some of us know
the truth

—Keetje Kuipers
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of herself, and I think about how careless people like to say that it doesn't cost anything to be kind, but that some of us know the truth, which is that the price of cracking yourself open to the world long enough to feel love for a stranger, which is the same as feeling love for yourself, is dear, so that it hurts more than a little to lean in as I pass by and spend it all on this girl, telling her how pretty those pictures are going to be. from Lonely Women Make Good Lovers BOA Editions, 2025
November 1, 2025 at 1:53 AM