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tinkercreek · 24 days ago
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vino tinto by Sandra Cisneros
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tinkercreek · 24 days ago
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cross-examination by Claire Schwartz
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tinkercreek · 24 days ago
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song by Tracy K. Smith
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tinkercreek · 2 months ago
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song by Tracy K. Smith
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tinkercreek · 2 months ago
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the coming of light by Mark Strand
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tinkercreek · 3 months ago
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Kaveh Akbar, in an interview for The Believer
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tinkercreek · 3 months ago
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praising spring by linda gregg
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tinkercreek · 3 months ago
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the clearing by jane kenyon
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tinkercreek · 3 months ago
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different ways to pray by Naomi Shihab Nye
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tinkercreek · 3 months ago
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From a poetry collection by Mary Oliver, where after a hundred poems showcasing gentle observations on nature and animals, she hits you with this:
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tinkercreek · 3 months ago
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Agnes Martin. With My Back to the World. 1997 (moma)
Victoria Chang. With My Back to the World: Poems. 2024
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tinkercreek · 4 months ago
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Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion. So he painted red over red over red. Behind the colour he was looking for light. In 1942 he painted The Sacrifice of Iphigenia, where Iphigenia is not a girl, but a black pine already resined in grief. Above her the amnesia of light, an umber sky, shadows spilling white, the only motion the white hands of the wind. The story of Iphigenia was never about the girl, but the men who called for the blood of a girl knowing that the winds would one day change. The forest charred, the air stilled, deranged, and the truth beneath it all is fear, was always fear, the open grave, the charcoal line, the dead growing out of the living like lichen, the pine a blood-eyed child, the pyres loose stones and living rooms. Dress it up in the white hands of the wind. Call it need. Call it necessity. Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion so looked behind the light and found blood rushing to no end and no knowledge of end.
Ollie Cowley, Rothko / On Fear
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tinkercreek · 4 months ago
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poetry is wild because in any given collection 30% of it will make you feel nothing, 60% will make you feel varying levels of confused and curious, and the other 10% will crack open your brain like an egg and reveal new truths about the human condition
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tinkercreek · 4 months ago
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my favorite plath poem
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tinkercreek · 4 months ago
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calvin and hobbes, bill watterson / clear night, charles wright
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tinkercreek · 5 months ago
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sorrow song by lucille clifton
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tinkercreek · 5 months ago
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Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems
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