the sadness of ... the stroke of midnight, ... words with too many meanings, ... insomnia, ... and icebergs seen from a canoe.

The bluest

Herbst Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926) Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit, als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten; sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde. Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit.

"What does the lover demand from the body of the beloved in order to secure certainty. Little things. Eternity." "I want to sit at the edge of what is permissible and find words for the unspeakable. Ultimately, if I fall, I think I hope the page will catch me" @alinaetc.bsky.social, in an interview

Today is sunny enough to follow the shadows.

Dear humans, join me and the incredible @mayacpopa.bsky.social alongside the wonderful writers in this collective. If money is prohibitive, you can apply for a scholarship here: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...

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drawn to the mountains [walking through walls]

Making Ashbery poems talk to each other (from Voyage in the Blue and Hop o' My Thumb, in Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror)

A letter from autumn

John Ashbery

Of course, I went in search of Katrina Vandenberg's poetry. Here's Abyss, published in Issue 13 of Memorious (2009)

"Everyone says that Monet’s true subject is light, but I say that it is time." Beautiful, beautiful read.

Escaping the clamor and remembering the most memorable moments of my life: the Pacific Ocean as I saw it for the first time on this day 8 years ago. Feels like a lifetime ago.

Linda Gregg 🖤

As fall approaches... Intaglio prints "A Tribute to Dead Flowers" by Katie DeGroot, 2014

“At the edge of the abyss he clings to pencils.” —Elias Canetti; tr. Joel Agee

@maryfrancesness.bsky.social, when I came across this photograph of a window (by Denny Müller), I thought of your beautiful artwork.

𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴

The end of August. The end of summer for me, as I can't get used to the astronomical seasons. There's a slight sadness in the air. A farewell.

"Who am I then, in golden September, when I divest myself of everything which people have made of me? Who, when the clouds are flying?"

evanescence

This is a hard moment to live through, with so much suffering around us we cannot help with. Well, this is something you can help with. This organization sneaking food into Gaza is vetted and promoted by the largest Muslim charity platform. www.launchgood.com/v4/campaign/...

Paul Celan, translated by Pierre Joris, from Ashen Meal 1995

Re-reading my favorite chapter from Orlando, Chapter Two: "Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life ... is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground."

Wooden window and flowers And what is more generous than a window? —Pat Schneider, The Patience of Ordinary Thing

Some flowers from recent days for Susan @susanlleary.bsky.social and her forthcoming poetry collection More Flowers. You can pre-order here: triohousepress.myshopify.com/products/mor...

Light as an artist

Was just marveling at Martin's Falling Blue... "At / this hour, a line is the thing with a human face. / There is no hope in shapes. There is just the line / and the sound of its scratch as it crosses out memory." V. Chang

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"Our—till the hour of death—awkwardness in love." Tsvetaeva in "Letters, summer 1926"

This morning's walk by the water — the sky and ocean were one.

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Not marine Tsvetaeva "A mountain is first and foremost *what I stand on* ... A mountain is a great dash on the printed page ... to be filled in with a deep sigh." Tsvetaeva to Pasternak in "Letters, summer 1926", tr. by Wettlin, Arndt, Gambrell

I tried monotype (with additional drawing). These are Imaginary Cells, inspired by views through a microscope.

by John Ashbery (from Can You Hear, Bird)

Love has its triumph and death has one, in time and the time beyond us. We have none. Only the sinking of stars. Silence and reflection. Yet the song beyond the dust will overcome our own. - Ingeborg Bachmann, "Songs in Flight"

We're delighted to share this breathtaking essay by poet Han Vanderhart, author of the prizewinning book, Larks: www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/170... @hanvanderhart.bsky.social @poetryfoundation.bsky.social

travelling by standing still the wonderful puzzle of your windows

Fascinated and bewildered, as always, by Ashbery's mind. "Here it is. Steel and air, a mottled presence, small panacea and lucky for us." from Hotel Lautréamont

“The scent, in the frosty air, of the twigs of brushwood was like a fragment of the past, an invisible ice-floe detached from some bygone winter…as though with different years in which I found myself once more submerged..by the exhilaration of hopes long since abandoned.”

Inspired by "Letters on Cézanne", I searched for artworks by Clara Rilke-Westhoff. I didn't find many. Here's Blumenstilleben (Still Life with Flowers),1932

Epigraph to Rainer Maria Rilke: Letters on Cézanne (tr. by Joel Agee)

For the love of birch trees and "Birch Tree" by Rachel Deering

"...all we basically have to do is to *be there*, but simply, ardently, the way the earth simply is, consenting to the seasons, light and dark and altogether in space, not asking to rest upon anything other than the net of influences and forces in which the stars feel secure."