Selby Liebert

John Berger’s work in general, but AND OUR FACES, MY HEART, BRIEF AS PHOTOS.

To be moved by something so short, to tear gently into the human condition & come away dialectically embracing love & death: beautiful.

Shifted my world emotionally in addition to his other works informing my politics.

Yet another reason to enjoy listening to Madi’s music.

New album last month (beautiful and cathartic and raw). Cover album this month (with proceeds going to a great cause).

WINTER DRIVE The highway is a seam and we are its unraveling. The ocean, when we reach it, is the same color as doubt, gray and endless. Full of whitecaps and cold teeth. We stand in the edge of a cliff, feel the mist, taste salt. We stay anyway. You take my hand, which doesn't solve anything but here we are anyway, solved or unsolved, standing where a continent gives up, where the land says, "I can't, I'm tired of holding things together," but you're still holding my hand.

ALL HER LIFE I lay down for a nap. But every time I closed my eyes, mares' tails passed slowly over the Strait toward Canada. And the waves. They rolled up on the beach and then back again. You know I don't dream. But last night I dreamt we were watching a burial at sea. At first I was astonished. And then filled with regret. But you touched my arm and said, "No, it's all right. She was very old, and he'd loved her all her life.

One from me and one from Carver today for #smallpoemsunday.

WINTER DRIVE The highway is a seam and we are its unraveling. The ocean, when we reach it, is the same color as doubt, gray and endless. Full of whitecaps and cold teeth. We stand in the edge of a cliff, feel the mist, taste salt. We stay anyway. You take my hand, which doesn't solve anything but here we are anyway, solved or unsolved, standing where a continent gives up, where the land says, "I can't, I'm tired of holding things together," but you're still holding my hand.

ALL HER LIFE I lay down for a nap. But every time I closed my eyes, mares' tails passed slowly over the Strait toward Canada. And the waves. They rolled up on the beach and then back again. You know I don't dream. But last night I dreamt we were watching a burial at sea. At first I was astonished. And then filled with regret. But you touched my arm and said, "No, it's all right. She was very old, and he'd loved her all her life.

One from me and one from Carver today for #smallpoemsunday.

Stopped me in my scroll. 🤩

What an incredible lineup.

🔥 You exist as you are. That is enough.

Came for the music, stayed for the Walt Whitman shitposting.

Album art for Laika, Sounds of the Satellites, a black and white space dog in a helmet sits on a moon next to a red rocket.

Laika
Sounds of the Satellites

this is absolutely true and this should not strike fear, it should strike righteous fucking fury in you, are you going to let them break you, or are you going to make them break upon us?

We GAINED an hour (supposedly), and it was still dark in the morning and dark by 5 PM and the rain is cold like the broken shower at the rec center. You know the one. My neighbors had their fireplace going before I left the driveway. Good luck everyone.

Demon Summoning

Wish I were kidding. 🤷‍♀️

Unhealthy relationship drama is part of what makes necromancy interesting. Write on!

Rehearsal for Surviving Extinction The moon keeps forgetting its lines. I coach it from below: Try the part where you disappear. Everything is practice for ending. The way a plum rots into its own sweetness. What is a breakdown? The moon goes dark without asking permission. The plum doesn't apologize. I reach out in the dark, finding mostly air, mostly future, mostly the shape of myself becoming otherwise. Softly, the moon sings.

A little feeling for this #smallpoemsunday.

This game, y’all.

Watching Scherzer walk off after those 4 1/3 innings. The wave. The fist pump. The man loves the game and what he does.

Blade Runner 2049

I’m so happy to have this matchup. This is what we love to see.

2019 feels like a lifetime ago, but Max Scherzer starting game 7 of the World Series still gives me all the feels. As a fellow old guy I hope he has at least one more special performance in the tank. The matchup with Shohei is absolute cinema.

No. valid. reason.

Issue 71 of Up the Staircase Quarterly is live! Cover art by Lauren Rinaldi.

Thanks so much to all of our contributors! You can read the issue at upthestaircase.org

If you want or need SNAP benefits, literally the only barrier should be...signing up.

"But what about fraud?" My sibling in red, white, and blue, THE PENTAGON HASN'T PASSED AN AUDIT IN YEARS AND MONEY IS FAKE. I don't care if too many people have food assistance.

Mad Max is the absolute best avatar of the insanity that is a World Series Game 7, very important to put a total lunatic on the mound

Happy Halloween.

Go listen to some gothwave or some metal. Eat candy. Embrace your friends, living and dead.

Hellraiser (1987) + Hellraiser (2022)

Repugnant.

The wheel turns. The process continues.

For those that like their guts twisted instead… the acoustic…

youtu.be/rYZwqNdlZ0Y

YouTube video by MoselleVEVO Moselle - Moselle - DFAD (Lyric Video)

Every time this song comes on I just get floored. What a jam.

youtu.be/GyuYJqhRAvY

Yup. Keeper. Color, pattern, fit.