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not sure if anyone is interested in this but here is a list of the most joyfully vital poems I know :)

You're the Top by Ellen Bass

Grand Fugue by Peter E. Murphy

Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Everything Is Waiting For You by David Whyte

Lawrence Ferlinghetti Is Alive! by Emily Sernaker

Instructions for Assembling the Miracle by Peter Cooley

Barton Springs by Tony Hoagland

Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Tomorrow, No, Tomorrower by Bradley Trumpfheller

At Last the New Arriving by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

To a Self-Proclaimed Manic Depressive Ex-Stripper Poet, After a Reading by Jeannine Hall Gailey

In the Presence of Absence by Richard Widerkehr

Chillary Clinton Said 'We Have to Bring Them to Heal' by Cortney Lamar Charleston

Midsummer by Charles Simic

Today by Frank O'Hara

Naturally by Stephen Dunn

Life is Slightly Different Than You Think It Is by Arthur Vogelsang

Ode to My Husband, Who Brings the Music by Zeina Hashem Beck

The Imaginal Stage by D.A. Powell

Lucky Life by Gerald Stern

Beginner's Lesson by Malcolm Alexander

Presidential Poetry Briefing by Albert Haley

A Poem for Uncertainties by Mark Terrill

On Coming Home by Lisa Summe

G-9 by Tim Dlugos

Five Haiku by Billy Collins

The Fates by David Kirby

Upon Receiving My Inheritance by William Fargason

Variation on a Theme by W. S. Merwin

Easy as Falling Down Stairs by Dean Young

Psalm 150 by Jericho Brown

Pantoum for Sabbouha by Zeina Hashem Beck

ASMR by Corey Van Landingham

A Welcome by Joanna Klink

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

At Church, I Tell My Mom She’s Singing Off-Key and She Says, by Michael Frazier

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Diane Seuss, “[Where is the drug to drug this feeling out of me]”

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by Frank O'Hara / id in alt

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what i read in march 2023

poetry

to march - emily dickinson

willow - anna akmatova (trans. jennifer reeser)

i grant you ample leave - george eliot

worm moon - mary oliver

deer on the side of an american highway - devin kelly

reading - a.r ammons

the lady’s yes - elizabeth barret browning

“south of the north, yet north of south, lies the city of a hundred hills” - aaron coleman

the honest tongue - laura da!

why did it - william j harris

thursday - james longenbach

hello - naomi shihab nye

[like a white stone] - anna akhmatova (trans. babette deutsch, avrahm yarmolinsky)

the horse fell off the poem - mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah)

a lesson from my father about electricity - monica rico

abell 2218 - eric gamalinda

molly brodak - molly brodak

ancestors wildest dreams - kinsale drake

books

closer baby closer - savannah brown (poetry collection)

i must be living twice - eileen myself (poetry collection, p1-51)

detransition baby - torrey peters

university readings

‘chapter 3: michel foucault: society must be defended’ in portraits of violence, evans and wilson, 2016 (modernism and after)

‘pregnancy: reproductive futures in trans of colour feminism’, micha cárdenas, 2016 (intro to queer studies)

‘the transfeminist manifesto’, in catching a wave: reclaiming feminism for the 21st century, 2003 (intro to queer studies)

‘academy as potentiality’, in A.C.A.D.E.M.Y revolver, irit rogoff, 2006 (intro to queer studies)

chapters 1-2 of ‘borderlands/la frontera’, gloria anzaldúa, 1987 (intro to queer studies)

‘queer intersections: sexuality and gender in migration studies’ in the international migration review vol 40, martin f. manalansan, 2006 (intro to queer studies)

‘deconstructing the filmmakers gaze: an interview with celine sciamma’, cineaste vol 45, garcia, m (intro to queer studies)

‘visual pleasurea and narrative cinema’, laura mulvey (intro to queer studies)

substack

paging dr. lesbian: does the female gaze exist

patti smith: reading a poets poem

perfectly imperfect newsletter: #290 morgan maher

tv dinner: queer advice #55 really serious really quickly

the sushi shop: an ode to bad television and its brightest stars

maybe baby: #138 do you pass the turing test

maybe baby: #140 the art of pandering

cup of stars (carmen maria machado): dear kitty

articles

‘loneliness and me’, claire bushey, financial times, 2020

‘the reading summer: fragments on loneliness’, eve lio, medium, 2021

‘the state of UK prisons and the urgent need for reform’, callum clark, 2022

‘our prisons are a manifest failure. would that be tolerated in any other public system?’, kathleen maltzahn, the guardian, 2019

‘prison art, a dark place where the muse never leaves’, jillian steinhauer, the new york times, 2019

‘why pop art was the first queer art movement’, andy stewart mackay anothermag, 2020

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Pyramid Scheme - Hera Lindsay Bird

the other day i was thinking about the term pyramid scheme, and why they called it pyramid scheme and not triangle scheme and i asked you what you thought you thought it added a certain gravitas, and linked the idea of 
economic prosperity with some of history’s greatest architectural achievements unconsciously suggesting a silent wealth of gold and heat a triangle is two dimensional, and therefore a less striking mental image than the idea of a third dimension of financial fraud which is how many dimensions of financial fraud the term pyramid scheme suggests but i had to pause for a second at the financial fraud part because it occurred to me i didn’t know what pyramid schemes really were i knew they had something to do with people getting money from nothing like the person at the top of the pyramid scheme, or more accurately triangle scheme, acquires a number of investors and takes their money and then pays the first lot of investors with the money from another bunch of investors and so on and so forth all the way to the bottom of the triangle or pyramid face which is the kind of stupid thing that happens if you keep your money in a pyramid and not a bank account although if you ask me banks are the real pyramid schemes after all or was love the real pyramid scheme? i can’t remember maybe it’s better to keep your money in a pyramid than a bank and i should shop around and compare the interest rates on different pyramids maybe i should open up a savings pyramid with a whole bunch of trapdoors and malarias to keep the financial anthropologists i mean bankers out my emeralds cooling under the ground like beautiful women’s eyes i think this was supposed to be a metaphor for something but i can’t remember where i was going with it and now it’s been swept away by the winds of whatever but knowing me, it was probably love that great dark blue sex hope that keeps coming true that cartoon black castle with a single bird flying over it i don’t know where this poem ends how far below the sand but it’s still early evening and you and I are a little drunk you answer the phone you pour me a drink i know you hate the domestic in poetry but you should have thought of that before you invited me to move in with you i used to think arguments were the same as honesty i used to think screaming was the same as passion i used to think pain was meaningful i no longer think pain is meaningful i never learned anything good from being unhappy i never learned anything good from being happy either the way i feel about you has nothing to do with learning it has nothing to do with anything but i feel it down in the corners of my sarcophagus i feel it in my sleep even when i am not thinking about you you are still pouring through my blood, like fire through an abandoned hospital ward these coins are getting heavy on my eyes it has been a great honor and privilege to love you it has been a great honor and privilege to eat cold pizza on your steps at dawn love is so stupid: it’s like punching the sun and having a million gold coins rain down on you which you don’t even have to pay tax on because sun money is free money and i’m pretty sure there are no laws about that but i would pay tax because i believe that hospitals and education and the arts should be publicly funded even this poem when i look at you, my eyes are two identical neighborhood houses on fire when i look at you my eyes bulge out of my skull like a dog in a cartoon when i am with you an enormous silence descends upon me and i feel like i am sinking into the deepest part of my life we walk down the street, with the grass blowing back and forth i have never been so happy

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“I want to infect you with the tremendous excitement of living, because I believe that you have the strength to bear it.”

— Tennessee Williams, The Selected Letters: 1920-1945

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“But life went on, even at times like this, and it was surprising how easy it was to keep going as though nothing had changed. I found it strange that I could walk down the street and appear normal, just like anyone else. That I could be in complete turmoil inside, and yet my reflection in a shop window could look the same as it ever had.”

— Moshi Moshi, Banana Yoshimoto

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ALT

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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Naomi Shihab Nye, “The Rider.” Fuel

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Mary Oliver “Why I Wake Early.” Why I Wake Early

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You think your pain and heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.

— James Baldwin

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Deer On the Side of the American Highway by Devin Kelly

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Leonard Cohen to Marianne Ihlen (edited).

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— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre

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Selected Books of the Beloved, Gregory Orr

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“As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin