“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.”—Jeanette Winterson (via amorette)
We have trouble, in our culture, with any love that isn’t based on sex or blood. We understand romantic relationships, and we understand family, and that’s about all we seem to understand.
We have trouble with mentorship, the asymmetric love of master and apprentice, professor and student, guide and guided; we have trouble with comradeship, the bond that comes from shared, intense work; and we have trouble with friendship, at least of the intimate kind. When we imagine those relationships, we seem to have to sexualize them.
“They said one thing involving symbols, linear relationships, which made me think they didn’t understand. But then they said something else, that the school’s days of being open would be unpredictably arranged. The result was we had a pleasant day together”—A Year from Monday, New Lectures and Writings by John Cage (via poetsorg)
It was the last week of classes for most Carleton University students, and it’s a short week for everyone else because Friday has been dedicated to consuming egg-shaped treats. But what else is there to do when the colourful basket is sadly empty? Let’s check the internets.
Published by the 5-year-old upstart Canadian micropress AngelHousePress, NationalPoetryMonth.ca is now in its third year & celebrates the diversity of poetic voices & styles from around the world with 30 contributors from Belgium, Britain, Canada, Finland, Hungary, and the USA. Every day in April, starting at midnight EST, readers will be able to experience a new poem.
April 1 begins the experience with “A Melancholy Ode to the Degraded Neo-Dadaist 12 linear feet of poetry, Net weight: 114 gr,” a collaborative work from Quebec& Ontario, Canada by Michèle Provost and Grant Wilkins.