all of life
 is a waiting room 
the sky is blue I am blue
 it’s raining I’m raining 
I drive silence into my words 

- Henri Meschonnic
Is abstraction still luxury
in a world in which—imagine—you don’t
feel watched? In the way that moral preferences are
aesthetic judgments, or how metaphor has gone out
of style.

- Cindy Juyoung Ok
To carry words or let words be carried away. A giving up—but also: a giving.
- Chris Campanioni
How to tell time from the body. I mean the difference between time and the body, the
body and time.

- Chris Campanioni
oh god as in / there is no turning back 

oh god as in / I had no choice 

oh god as in / this was going to happen anyway 

- Emily Zogbi
The placeholder word for all the things we cannot name is God.
- Anne Champion
It’s one thing to have words.
And then there’s meaning.

- Anne Champion
It is possible to live a whole life
with a pain lodged in the throat
without the language
to cough it out.

- Anne Champion
and I knew so certainly
there were unevolved things in me
that I haven’t found the sound
or typography for

- Anne Champion
Death of a Sasquatch 

Attention must be paid, said his wife,
 writing to the scientists. 

It’s possible to die from lack of recognition, 
she went on, convinced, 

        but day after day 
he sat lumpish on the lip of the crater 

until he went down to the basement 
of his mind, where he did not exist.
I am

               looking

for a sign.   

- Jess Turner
Lucidez
por AR

Investigo para saber até onde posso saber.
Heisenberg. Achar novas formas de ignorância.
Nietzsche. Arte para não perecermos.
Stevens. O real habitado.

Ciência. Correlatos neurais da atração.

Platão não sai da linguagem.
Derrida. Wittgenstein. Heidegger.

A filosofia não supera a poesia.
Ela é poesia. A religião é poesia.

imagens / imagems / inmagens
Ricoeur. O símbolo.
Borges. Beckett. Kafka.

Enquanto houver linguagem, não haverá posse do absoluto.
Absoluto? Ao nomear, simplifico:
Logo, há perda.

Investigo para saber até onde posso saber.
Ainda que atravessado pelo amor, 
pelo sofrimento, pela beleza
e pelo orgasmo.
My mouth, a moth.
Your mouth, lit til noon. Moon on the sheets. 
Spill. Lull. Lips. So much symmetry in hands. 
When they touch: a reflection one may hold.
When you’re gone I feel like a lonely tylenol.

- Stephanie Lane Sutton
Querido diário,

Já não me escapava que sou medíocre.
Fui revisar os fatos: eles concordaram.
O estranho foi ter amado
gente tão improvável.

- AR
Make too me acceptable at the end of time
- John Berryman
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