Essay on Crying at Night
I am just like my mother. I buy books and tell myself that I am buying wisdom and at the end of my life, I own a house full of books. When I was little, I thought that the water came out of the showerhead because it was crying. This is because I heard my mother crying and thought it was the showerhead.
Ken Chen (2010)
“Dried roses…” Were these from some walk
All those years ago? Were you the one
Was with me? Did we talk?
Who else had come along?
Memory can stand upright
Like an ordered row of stiff stems,
Dead echo of flowering heads,
Roses once white, pink and red.
Back of them the blackness,
Backdrop for all our lives,
The wonders we thought to remember
Still life, still life.
Robert Creeley (1999)
Morning Love Poem
Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly,
something you were allergic to.
And you were gone, like that.
You don’t have even a single allergy,
but still. The dream cracked. Cars nose-dived
off snow banks into side streets. Sometimes
dreams slip poison, make the living
dead then alive again, twirling
in an unfamiliar room.
It’s hard to say I need you enough.
Today I did. Walked into your morning
shower fully clothed. All the moments
we stop ourselves just because we might
feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet.
Tara Skurtu (2017)
All my life,
since I was ten,
I've been waiting
to be in
this hell here
all I've ever
Alice Notley (1982)
I believe that one of the greatest mistakes made by human beings is to want certainties when trying to understand something. The search for knowledge is not nourished by certainty: it is nourished by a radical absence of certainty. Thanks to the acute awareness of our ignorance, we are open to doubt and can continue to learn and to learn better. This has always been the strength of scientific thinking—thinking born of curiosity, revolt, change. - Carlo Rovelli
from Just Whistle: A Valentine
DUSTY APPLES IN A DUSTY KITCHEN. Ferns brushing their
fronds. Sound of water. Sloshing. Body atop an ice-cream parlor
chair. Finger tracing salt on the table. The body on its hinges.
Midafternoon hysterics. What does the body want. For God’s
sake? What a lousy situation. A good whipping. A night or two
in the pokey wouldn’t hurt. To meet another body coming
through the halm. Swinging its plums freely. Awhistling.
C.D. Wright (1993)
Learn a trade
to sit at desk
Lorine Niedecker (1964)
“Power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.
This peculiar kind of “ressentiment criticism” is characterized by the fact
that improvements in the conditions criticized cause no satisfaction—they merely cause discontent, for they destroy the growing pleasure afforded by invective and negation.
- Max Scheler