Just a little something incase you could not make it to our booth at AWP! Discount automatic at checkout. Excludes pre-orders. 📚️
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My flight was cancelled so unfortunately I won’t be able to make my reading tonight at AWP 😩
"Monet’s famous waterlilies were made during the war, and more people should know that. This is what I wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words. Look and you can see beneath the surface of the water: that dread, that waiting. Would it be destroyed, the garden in Normandy, like so many others?"
A poem by Emily Dickinson There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance— So Memory can step Around—across—upon it— As one within a Swoon— Goes safely—where an open eye— Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.
Emily Dickinson
An incredible new poem from Martha Serpas in Poetry International
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Victor and I unpack Tyra Banks and this America's Next Top Model docuseries + Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights! podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/r...
Television Engineer. Dmitri Baltermants. (1960s, printed in 2003)
Interim Portrait #522. Bill Jacobson. (1993, printed 2023)
Portland, Maine. Lee Friedlander. (1962)
Television Engineer. Dmitri Baltermants. (1960s, printed in 2003)
Some photos I loved from my latest trip to the Art Institute of Chicago:
A Young Woman Waiting for the Bus, Syracuse, New York. Dawoud Bey. (1985)
Slender Offering by Lucie Brock-Broido (1956-2018) Everything has its dwindling. Everything was dwindling. The old elegance of my heart became as small As a coffin carved for a scarab which lived Three thousand years ago and died of sun And scalpel, supernatural, but musical. Half a life ago, when there were blizzards, We would steal milk from the chimera's young. Such small unnatural selections as we are. The love of me impossible as a boat made of the orchids Of Numidia which you keep cased in a bottle Blown in the shape Of certain kindnesses. Things rust. No evidence of birds; no evidence of flight. I am glad I will not be here when the world is warm.
Slender Offering by Lucie Brock-Broido
A fave on a fave: Hilton Als writing the introduction for a reissue of James Merrill's memoir, A Different Person
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Teorema
Orphée
Lan Yu
The Exterminating Angel
It’s been a blur of a month
The movie also makes clear that Joe Wright's Pride and Prejudice is arguably the most influential costume drama of the 21st century. At least as far as Hollywood media is concerned.
Tbh the wildest thing about the new Wuthering Heights movie (from the perspective of someone who loves the novel) is that Joseph is into BDSM.
small talk by acie clark book cover featuring a print-making textured cover with light blue dog silhouettes running in a circle. title + author name in colorful sans serif font. text below reads september 22, 2026 hubcity.org/smalltalk
"small talk" The coffee was good. The morning is still young. I am making eye contact with the red dog as he shits under a pink magnolia tree. People on the internet inform me that this (the shitting, with the sustained eye contact) is a demonstration of animal trust, is vulnerability in its most practical iteration: a question. Will you come watch me while I write these poems? Can I bear to let you see me change? Pink blooms fall around the red dog. February is April in Alabama. I am trying to remember I have something to say.
☕🌱 Cover reveal for SMALL TALK by Acie Clark, winner of our New Southern Voices Poetry Book Prize, selected by @paradiselaust.bsky.social! Read "Small Talk" and preorder the book, out 9/22, at hubcity.org/smalltalk
"And Also with You" by Derrick Austin for Lauren I follow your lead: rise when you rise, open the hymnal, watch when the priest smudges your forehead with ashes. It's a day you love, your heart setting out into thickets of restraint. When we turn to our neighbors and hold their hands— dry, cool, or frail-I'm shocked by the casual intimacy, drawing me out of the earth, this thawing earth, where I spent all winter weeping, weeping, weeping. Our Uber takes us back to town while I look out the window in my distracted way. Before opening the door, I kiss your warm cheek. You ask where we'll have gimlets later.
An Ash Wednesday poem from Tenderness that’s also a friendship poem for one of my dearest
I must have passed this Matisse a dozen times but lately I can’t stop thinking about his Bathers by the River.
Fascinated by Gorky lately. Details from The Plough and the Song (I946). His line work lets me in to this world
Arshile Gorky. Self-Portrait. (1927-28)
I almost never think about Delacroix but these drawings are something else
Drawings by Delacroix at the Art Institute of Chicago
Listening to Vespertine for Twenty Hours Straight by Derrick Austin The seventh track starts with the sound of someone walking through snow, not fresh snow, but slightly hardened snow. It grounds the album, I tell them over the phone. They're cutting tofu to batter and fry, bowls and utensils clattering in the sink, their voice, clear and steady. Six more hours until I arrive, bleary and coarse— I'm so broke they bought my Greyhound ticket. Ramshackle farms dot the flat landscape. I hate that you can't hide in the Midwest: fallow fields, no trees in the distance. This depressive episode isn't exactly an out of body experience: it's like there's two of me in an unfurnished room, one on the floor staring at the ceiling, the other standing and staring at the window, and we don't speak while the living in the living world continue their errands and pursuits. I'm gripping the photo of them studying in Rome, the year we became friends. In looping letters on the back, they wrote three lines in Latin. I recognize the word for spring.
A poem from This Elegance about depression and listening to Bjork on a long bus ride.
Mary of Burgundy in her Book of Hours in 1477, reading her book of hours, and envisioning the Virgin Mary there in a church. Brilliant, or what?
Pretty sure this is the first (and probably only) time I’m on a podcast. ☺️
“'That’s ICE,” I said. “What’s ICE?” he answered. I pointed. “Oh God!” he exclaimed. Because suddenly he found himself in the trap. Show you’re afraid, and they can really give you something to cry about."
So pleased the full and better version of this is in @literaryhub.bsky.social Please read!
Pete Muntean @petemuntean Important context: the El Paso TFR is not like the 9/11 nationwide airspace shutdown. DC & NY restrictions were created later. A ban on all flights over a U.S. city-including medevac and police helicopters-has no modern precedent. CNN @CNN • 4h FAA halts all flights to and from El Paso, Texas, and an area of southern New Mexico for 10 days over security concerns cnn.it/462xHJf
Pete Muntean is CNN's correspondent covering aviation and transportation. His bio says he's also a pilot and flight instructor.
"A ban on all flights over a U.S. city—including medevac and police helicopters—has no modern precedent."
URL:
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