"Life, on the other hand, slithers about and runs down blind alleys and sometimes just fizzles at the climax. “The world is ugly, and the people are sad,” sings the country bumpkin in Wallace Stevens’ “Gubinnal.” Who isn’t tempted to ignore the inexorable fact of our insignificance on a dying planet? We all yearn for our private patch of blue."
— Rita Dove from “A Handful of Inwardness” in The Poet’s World
- you drove me to the airport yesterday with a rock in my head. i’m not sure we have ever sat in silence for so long. after five minutes i looked at you and you were wearing the most ridiculous sunglasses i have ever seen in my life.
- i like that my belly is bigger after the weekend.
- i found a slam poetry event.
- i. i like drake now.