poetry

poetry

Secretly, deep down, everybody on Earth believes they can write poetry, apart from the members of the Poets' Guild, who know they can't.

Secretly, deep down, everybody on Earth believes they can write poetry, apart from the members of the Poets' Guild, who know they can't.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness--these please me alone;Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness--these please me alone;Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I believe in fiction and the power of stories because that way we speak in tongues. We are not silenced. All of us, when in deep trauma, find we hesitate, we stammer; there are long pauses in our speech. The thing is stuck. We get our language back through the language of others. We can turn to the poem. We can open the book. Somebody has been there for us and deep-dived the words.

I believe in fiction and the power of stories because that way we speak in tongues. We are not silenced. All of us, when in deep trauma, find we hesitate, we stammer; there are long pauses in our speech. The thing is stuck. We get our language back through the language of others. We can turn to the poem. We can open the book. Somebody has been there for us and deep-dived the words.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry makes nothing happen.

Poetry makes nothing happen.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Any healthy man can go without food for two days--but not without poetry.

Any healthy man can go without food for two days--but not without poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The poem must resist the intelligenceAlmost successfully.

The poem must resist the intelligenceAlmost successfully.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

contemporary poetry is a kind of Reykjavik, a place where accessibility and intelligence have been fighting a Cold War by proxy for the last half-century.

contemporary poetry is a kind of Reykjavik, a place where accessibility and intelligence have been fighting a Cold War by proxy for the last half-century.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!

I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

La heradera del dia destruida.(The heiress of the destroyed day.)

La heradera del dia destruida.(The heiress of the destroyed day.)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A door jumpsout from shadows,then jumps away. Thisis what I've come to find:the back door, unlatched.Tooled by insular wind, itslams and slamswithout meaningto and without meaning.

A door jumpsout from shadows,then jumps away. Thisis what I've come to find:the back door, unlatched.Tooled by insular wind, itslams and slamswithout meaningto and without meaning.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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