Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
At the end of every forget, I remember.
Poetry fearlessly enters the horizon of the unknowable, the fuzzy. It lives there. That is why it is so significant in an uncertain, threatened time like ours.
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
They call this knot of stars a Weaving Girl
whose golden needle tears the dark apart.
whose golden needle tears the dark apart.
R. Nemo Hill • Eleventh Reverie of Magellan by R. Nemo Hill
The late great Mary Oliver’s advice for life ❣️ “To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.”
instagram.comMary Oliver: Morning Poem
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches–
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead–
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging–
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted–
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
some reminders to cherish the small things when you hit the midweek hump
instagram.comPoetry for a moment of eternity.
Poetry is the art of proving that a few words
are worth more than a thousand pictures.
are worth more than a thousand pictures.
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In unpredictable times, poetry leaves the safe, familiar ways of knowing and speaking and listens out into new forms of being and creating. It searches for new insights between the known, it fathoms the space between people, between us and the living world, between different ways of seeing and shaping the world. It listens for new ways of being tha... See more
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
I was single for all of my 20s and half of my 30s, so Valentine’s Day will always make me think of my friends. (Just please don’t make me say ’Galentine’s Day.’) | Tag a bestie, duh. — Text reads: Be st Fri ends I send you a rambling voice note about how maybe I should try a different shade of brow tint this time / a little lighter / not so harsh / what do you think? / You know the passcode to my phone / and the name of that one guy I met on Bumble who cried about the movie Groundhog’s Day / and how much it hurt to leave Chicago / We’ve lost hours plotting paint colors / text replies / outfits / trips / what will happen on the next Insecure / what to do with our lives / “why are men?!” / who to trust / when to let go / You’re a soft place to land / a hard, wheezing laugh / the closest I’ll come to another sister / I used to think all of this in-between stuff was the intermission / the rest stops along the way / the amuse-bouche / the filler flowers / but lately I’ve come to realize that all of this small stuff is the stuff / this is it / the main event / the blue plate special / a million little drops of love that fill the whole cup
instagram.comPoetry makes our thinking and being flexible, prepares us for surprises, invites us into risk, into a complex interplay of references and meanings.