Tagged: Poetry

Lit rec #227: The Most Important Rebuke to Adorno’s There Can Be No More Poetry After the Holocaust (1948)

Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime/we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night. “DEATH FUGUE” by Paul Celan

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Lit rec #188: As John Berryman tells it, in a Paris Review interview conducted in 1970, he was walking to a bar in Minneapolis one evening in the mid-1950s with his second wife, Anne, the two of them joking back and forth, when Berryman volunteered that he ‘hated the name Mabel more than any other female name’. Anne decided Henry was the name she found ‘unbearable’. For a long time afterwards, ‘in the most cosy and affectionate lover kind of talk … she was Mabel and I was Henry.’ (1959)

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.” You’ll never forget Henry after reading these. 77 DREAM SONGS by John Berryman.

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Lit rec #185: I want to peel off a hundred-dollar bill and slap it down on the counter. You can pick out a dress. I’ll pick out a tie: polka-dots spinning like disco balls. Darling, let’s go two-stepping in the sawdust at the Broken Spoke. Let’s live downtown and go clubbing. God save hip-hop and famous mixed drinks. Let’s live in a cardboard box. Let’s live in a loft above Chelsea, barely human, talking about the newest collection of Elizabeth Peyton, her brilliant strokes, the wine and cheese. You can go from one state to another and never paint the same thing twice. In New Mexico we could live by a creek and hang our laundry on the line. Let’s get naked in the cold waters of Michigan. Let’s get hitched in Nevada. Just you, me, and Elvis. (2008)

we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers”. Slow Dance is my favorite from ALL-AMERICAN POEM by Matthew Dickman.

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