poetry

poetry

The artistic reward for refuting the received national tradition is liberation. The price is homelessness. Interior exile.

The artistic reward for refuting the received national tradition is liberation. The price is homelessness. Interior exile.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The books [poetry collections] may not sell, but neither are they given away or thrown away. They tend, more than other books, to fall apart in their owners’ hands. Not I suppose good news in a culture and economy built on obsolescence. But for a book to be loved this way and turned to this way for consolation and intense renewable excitement seems to me a marvel.

The books [poetry collections] may not sell, but neither are they given away or thrown away. They tend, more than other books, to fall apart in their owners’ hands. Not I suppose good news in a culture and economy built on obsolescence. But for a book to be loved this way and turned to this way for consolation and intense renewable excitement seems to me a marvel.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.

It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat?

You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps again.

The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps again.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz.

Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars,I stand in the dark and answer toMy life, this shirt I want to take off,which is on fire . . .

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars,I stand in the dark and answer toMy life, this shirt I want to take off,which is on fire . . .

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Evil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the suffrage of our days.

Evil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the suffrage of our days.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We left you there, lonely,Beauty your power,Wisdom your watchman,To hold the clay tower.from 'The Tale of the Tiger Tree

We left you there, lonely,Beauty your power,Wisdom your watchman,To hold the clay tower.from 'The Tale of the Tiger Tree

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción

Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I was the solitary plovera pencil for a wing-boneFrom the secret notesI must tiltupon the pressureexecute and adjust In us sea-air rhythm"We live by the urgent waveof the verse

I was the solitary plovera pencil for a wing-boneFrom the secret notesI must tiltupon the pressureexecute and adjust In us sea-air rhythm"We live by the urgent waveof the verse

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am five, I will never understandwhy we are stranded in our selvesbut in this moment I knowmy own storyis understanding our singlenessthat I am destined to move my body and timeinto the body-timethe storyof Others.

I am five, I will never understandwhy we are stranded in our selvesbut in this moment I knowmy own storyis understanding our singlenessthat I am destined to move my body and timeinto the body-timethe storyof Others.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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