Again, Anna Swir.
Claire Donato’s one of those remarkable people I’ve only actually spent a few hours with in what she suggests calling “the physical world,” but whose being in any kind of world at all gives me great joy. This image (of an Inger Christenson poem from Light) was part of a digital stocking Claire sent out this year.
Once someone asked me why there was so much snow in my poems. It was a confusing question because besides snow there is only eternity, right?
"The Cat and the Moon"
Ten and more years with Yeats, but the first and only twice in a year with Minnaloushe. And here one finds the originating sounds and hermenetutic turns that his “moderns” across the ocean would carry on, abstracted into “ghostlier demarcartions.”
An olde favourite. And a “tempête hivernale.” For Martin, Lisa, Miles and Laura.
A wonderful reading. A remarkable poem.
InDigest is celebrating the end of the world with videos of people reading their “apocalyptic” work. This is mine. You should hit play so my face moves out of the strange position it’s frozen in. Rachel B. Glaser is keeping me company. You can see the whole slew of videos here. (The poem, by the way, is “All Things Bright and Beautiful,” the last poem from What Is Amazing.)