Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Two ways of telling it

 


1. 

The proliferation of reality TV is a consequence of wealth inequality. For the slight chance of winning the money they need to secure a home or take their beloved wife on the honeymoon for which she's waited nine years or pay off the small loan they took out in order to open the business of their dreams, non-wealthy people must perform for the wealthy. In some cases, they will be asked to perform degrading tasks or risk physical harm for the entertainment of millionaires who sit before them, judging, as well as people who are secure enough in their wealth and comforts to sit on their couches and watch the beleaguered poor people don a chicken suit or slip down an inflatable slide into a pool of foam or smash headfirst into a spinning hotdog spit the length of several humans before falling into the water and spending the next two hours in wet clothes and underwear, their carefully combed over bald spot uncovered or the mascara they'd applied to feel more comfortable on TV streaked across their cheeks.


2. 

How wonderful that the aspiring women's right activist and the recovered heroin addict with tattoos on his neck can enjoy this chance to demonstrate their prowess in the kitchen for a panel of accomplished judges on national TV. They must be so proud of themselves. This must feel like a very big moment in their lives.





Friday, December 11, 2020

From "December" by Matthew Zapruder

 ...

 

everyone understands
in a different
contradictory way
the so far purely 
abstract
catastrophe
so many millions
of choices
    brought us,

...




 

Monday, September 14, 2020

Notes to self

 

Hold your frame. 

 

It's hard not to be a little wistful sometimes. 


How can women write their anger? 


Not sure if I'm still settling.

Write about the oppressive banality of spending every day hungry.

 

He still lapses into selfishness. Can I live with that?  

 

"You are allowed to stay in difficult relationships." - Myriam 

 

Get your ego in check. 

 

 

You can integrate guppie Laura and this one. 

You met on the mountain.

 

The last four years have been the gift of remembering why nature is worth fighting for.  

 

I've spent so much time feeling like everyone else knows more than/is cooler than me and I need to constantly apologize/make up for my inadequacy.

 

Why bother fighting?  

 

You've gotta open your kindness up again. 

 

I have a tendency of giving up. 

Would he be able to forgive me as intensely as I've needed to forgive him? 

The question probably means I haven't. 

 

Get Rich, Lucky Bitch 

 

Maybe you're already doing enough. 

 

When I say that I have flashbacks I mean it. 


Wednesday, August 26, 2020

From "Reunion" by Charles Wright

 

 

 I write poems to untie myself, to do penance and disappear

Through the upper right-hand corner of things, to say grace.

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Family chat is getting weird



Gertrude Stein was a fascist asshole.

Yes, but I give her more leeway. Men have had so many chances.



What does a snake smell like? The skin of its underbelly?

Yesterday we saw a baby snake navigating its way from trail to grass. Were we its first humans?



The country keeps getting smaller and I am opening up.

I'm braver than I've recognized.



Try the Pomodoro Technique for writers.

Try this burger with caramelized onions tucked into it.

Try to stay present.

Try not to think about how much you miss your parents' house.

Try to write something different.

You won't know if you love translating poems unless you try.



Friday, June 5, 2020

"Elegy" by Aracelis Girmay


What to do with this knowledge that our living is not guaranteed?

Perhaps one day you touch the young branch
of something beautiful. & it grows & grows
despite your birthdays & the death certificate,
& it one day shades the heads of something beautiful
or makes itself useful to the nest. Walk out
of your house, then, believing in this.
Nothing else matters.

All above us is the touching
of strangers & parrots,
some of them human,
some of them not human.

Listen to me. I am telling you
a true thing. This is the only kingdom.
The kingdom of touching;
the touches of the disappearing, things.

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

From "Visitor" by Brenda Shaughnessy



I was

hoping to sit with you in a tree house in a

nightgown in a real way.