Joseph Dante

Receiving even one AI-generated paper sends me into an existential tailspin.

Why are we doing this? Why am I even here?

I’ve realized that most people seem to watch WAY more movies than I do. I watch maybe like 3 or 4 a year. I’d rather be doing other things? Like reading or playing games?

Why are men, John. 😤

Oh no, I’m so sad to hear this. He was such an incredibly talented poet.

Found out I’m receiving research funds to present at a conference + received an acceptance letter from Hayden’s Ferry Review for one of my haibun!

To become dependent on ChapGPT is to evacuate yourself from your own life.

YIKES, no thanks. I’m gonna be alive inside every damn thing I do, even and especially the ish I don’t wanna do.

"her memory is a cloud she can't hold..."

Lots of feels with this poem for my mum. Sent with love for anyone with a parent or loved one with Alzheimer's/dementia. It's a journey.

(And thank you @poetsorg.bsky.social and Rick Barot for sharing this one. It means a lot.)

All these incredibly short windows for open submissions.

Tired of this vessel.

Take my poems!!!! Now!!!!!!!

Good Riddance To ‘The Best American Poetry’ | Defector When David Lehman, a poet then working as a book critic for Newsweek, proposed the project for The Best American Poetry anthology, he was searching for a national platform. His first anthology project...

It's the end of The Best American Poetry.

I wrote about the forty-year anthology project, poetry’s place in Big Five publishing, and editor David Lehman's culture wars vision of American verse.

defector.com/good-riddanc...

These past two months have been exhausting, physically and emotionally. I hope you’re well.

https://poets.org/poem/pegasus-autopsy

I think about this poem all the time

Sometimes it's nice to remember that even Marcus Aurelius was like "you don't have to comment on everything bro"

Trying, desperately, to stay sane and hold on to any iota of joy I can find.

CLOUDS GATHERING It seemed the kind of life we wanted. Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea naked. Some evenings, however, we found ourselves Unsure of what comes next. Like tragic actors in a theater on fire, With birds circling over our heads, The dark pines strangely still, Each rock we stepped on bloodied by the sunset. We were back on our terrace sipping wine. Why always this hint of an unhappy ending? Clouds of almost human appearance Gathering on the horizon, but the rest lovely With the air so mild and the sea untroubled. The night suddenly upon us, a starless night. You lighting a candle, carrying it naked Into our bedroom and blowing it out quickly. The dark pines and grasses strangely still.

Charles Simic

Poets 🤝 the word “wound”

I know I’m depressed when writing feels useless.

Is every poem a love poem or an elegy?

Brigit Pegeen Kelly forever.

Now that I can read, but my brain always breaks with the stylized version 🥴

Still don’t know how to say her name 😔

Do we laugh or cry? Yes.

Happy birthday!!

I’d LOVE to not grade. But then most of my students wouldn’t do anything. I have to attach a grade to everything. 😒

Me, an edgy teen in the early 00s: lol you can say anything online and just get away with it xD

Me, now, radioing the police: People are literally saying anything online and getting away with it!!!!!!! 🚨 🚨

Me, an edgy teen in the early 00s: lol you can say anything online and just get away with it xD

Me, now, radioing the police: People are literally saying anything online and getting away with it!!!!!!! 🚨 🚨

Things have become so homogenized so quickly! I am not here for it.

Tired of hearing/reading “impactful.” Do not use that AI-speak around me or in meetings.