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"Maybe poetry overlays but ultimately exceeds what we commonly accept as 'literature.' I think poetry goes so much farther that it begs for new ways of gathering, new rituals."

"The Thing That Eats the Heart

The thing that eats the heart comes wild with years.
It died last night, or was it wounds before,
But somehow crawls around, inflamed with need,
Jingling its medals at the fang-scratched door.

We were not unprepared: with lamp and book
We sought the wisdom of another age
Until we heard the action of the bolt.
A little wind investigates the page.

No use pretending to the pitch of sleep;
By turnings we are known, our times and dates
Examined in the courts of either/or
While armless griefs mount lewd and headless doubts.

It pounces in the dark, all pity-ripe,
An enemy as soft as tears or cancer,
In whose embrace we fall, as to a sickness
Whose toxins in our cells cry sin and danger.

Hero of crossroads, how shall we defend
This creature-lump whose charity is art
When its own self turns Christian-cannibal?
The thing that eats the heart is mostly heart."

--Stanley Kunitz (via Language Hat)

"It’s almost as if we belong to a rival religion."

"Israel has killed more than 700 Palestinians in the last 48 hours and there is almost zero coverage by American news outlets" --@akelalacy.bsky.social

Where the frozen gesture falls away.