SORRY I WROTE SO MANY SAD POEMS TODAY

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"I’m going to kill the president.
I promise. I surrender. I’m sorry.
I’m gay. I’m pregnant. I’m dying.
I’m not your father. You’re fired.
Fire. I forgot your birthday.
You will have to lose the leg.
She was asking for it.
It ran right under the car.
It looked like a gun. It’s contagious.
She’s with God now.
Help me. I don’t have a problem.
I’ve swallowed a bottle of aspirin.
I’m a doctor. I’m leaving you.
I love you. Fuck you. I’ll change."

— Ben Lerner, The Lichtenberg Figures (via muumuuhouse)

(Source: disportment, via muumuuhouse)

May 18, 2013

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"I saw the destruction of Dresden. I saw the city before and then came out of an air-raid shelter and saw it afterward, and certainly one response was laughter. God knows, that’s the soul seeking some relief."

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Kurt Vonnegut

(hey kids, real humor is dark)

Tags: humor kurt vonnegut dresden

May 18, 2013

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edward mullany, from ‘if i falter at the gallows’

Yes!

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May 17, 2013

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“Housewife, beauty queen, homewrecker, idle teen. The ugly years of being a fool, ain’t youth meant to be beautiful?” ARCHETYPES.

Tags: archetypes identity marina and the diamonds

May 16, 2013

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"There’s something really satisfying about holding a piece of art someone’s made out of another piece of art someone else made by writing it."

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CL Bledsoe talks about Ink Press Productions and calls Amanda and Tracy “peachy keen folks.” Read the full write-up, including reviews of 5 drawings of the maryland sky and Sorry I Wrote So Many Sad Poems Today, at his blog, Murder Your Darlings, here. (via inkpressproductions)

Thanks Cort!

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May 16, 2013

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"He said my eyes were like a swimming pool. & he fell in.
Just kidding. He pushed me in.
It was summer. The dead of summer."

— four poems by Marisa Crawford @ Fanzine

Tags: marisa crawford fanzine american music

May 15, 2013

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H_NGM_N: Notes to a Young Poet 3.2

h-ngm-n:

NOTES TO A YOUNG POET is a series that began in November 2012, inspired by Andrea Henchey’s poem of the same title, published in H_NGM_N #11. For the third round of the series we’ve asked contributors from the current issue to share their Notes.

This week features Russ Woods, who has three poems in H_NGM_N #15.

NOTES TO A YOUNG POET

First off I am sorry
that my eyes are so wide
as I say this.
I was recently called out
for being so earnest
while encouraging someone
to write poems.
It is a good thing for you
that you already write poems.

Please click on the links
to read all of these notes
from all of these poets
with all of their advice to you
& then do the opposite things
& then later learn they were right
but don’t make the mistake
of thinking they were right
before you think they are wrong.
There is an order. Keep it holy.

But first!
Here are the crumbs
I have for you to ignore:

How about a poem with extra birds.
We could forget what they are
& just say birdbirdbirdbirdbird.
Then we remember birds & laugh!
when we read it again
with all those warm bodies in there.

How about be sappy & corny & sad
& awful & pretentious & obvious & dumb.
Because all the best poems
are at least three of these things.
It isn’t that we should quit being sentimental.
It’s that we should get super good at it.
Our hearts are eighteen hungry wolves
that are okay saying things about “our hearts.”

How about a love poem.
There are old words
that get said so many times
but I want to smell
your gross breath on them.
A poet is a ridiculous,
unrealisic thing for anyone
to be & this is the fun part
because you are one
& you will wear it so well.

portrait of Russ Woods, by artist Pete Toms

(via naphypelabs)

May 15, 2013

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SORRY I WROTE SO MANY SAD POEMS TODAY

H_NGM_N: Notes to a Young Poet 3.2

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