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I don’t think I saw anyone mention Summer Farah’s book which is all poems based off Zelda open-books-a-poem-emporium.myshopify.com/collections/...
04.09.2025 21:08 — 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
STRATA I drove out past the flat nastiness of Nebraska and into the Badlands of South Dakota. I was twenty-three. The world was a pink layer cake that someone had clawed through. What is a lifer Sediment, residue. Something falls down and soon enough more things fall down and cover it. A red thing, a dark thing. Some chalk, some gold. I drove through it. I viewed it from the side. Where is the point where nostalgia turns into history? Endurance, duration— how long is now? The layered past, the ever-moving present, the void of the unfinished future—we try to measure it. We dig for artifacts and find a shard of pottery, a jawbone. We tell ourselves the story of a bright day in November. It isn't accurate but we have to live as if some things are true. Landfill, I have a question for you, about the bones of things. Library, I have questions about the bones. Because everyone will die, die. Everyone will die. We rise into language for only so long before we fall back down into silence. It's a small window, the span of time in which we get to say what we know. I took a picture of myself by the side of the road. Strange picture. I don't look like that anymore.
found Richard Siken’s new book, I Do Know Some Things, to be remarkable
unexpected turns of language, glitchy sequence, slant & sometimes-discomfiting candor, pitchdark humor that legit made me lol, not very excerptable—rather, slow build into an astonishing compendium of, & reflection on, a life
C’est moi
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