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Oh and Juliana if you read this—

I tried to be a peasant looking at a picture of an angel but I couldn’t believe in love until I got to the creation of the animals

—how they launch into life from out of the void,

blind—all of history ahead of them—and that’s when I thought of you—like do those robins ever settle in at night and just think Best. Nest. Ever

That’s the subject of this poem

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excerpt from “THE DIAL” 

"HETERONOMY" CHRIS NEALON

http://www.altlitgossip.com/post/98749310399/sarahjeanalex-about-a-month-ago-sophia-katz

sarahjeanalex:

About a month ago, Sophia Katz told me she was raped by a former friend and roommate of mine when she visited New York this past May. Yesterday, she published a piece chronicling the sexual abuse she experienced that week, using a pseudonym for her rapist. I shared the…

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here is me reminding you that i am putting together a chapbook of pony poems, known henceforth as the Pony Poem Ponzi Zine. i have barely started the work of putting it together in indesign (which is tedious and awful) even though i have a bunch of submissions from very cool people, as i am swamped with school stuff, and won’t get around to making it a thing until, well, awhile. Like maybe even december or january when i return to oakland and my friend ian shows me how to make books and stuff because he’s kind & very cool. so. write me a pony poem. send it to me. so far, i have accepted everything. you might ask, sarah, what the fuck is a pony poem? it is a poem that mentions the word pony.

here is how you reach me:
say.coup@gmail.com

P.S. DO NOT send it in a google doc, it will fuck with your line breaks if you so choose to use line breaks. send it in the text of your email or as a txt or rtf document (i am broke and don’t have microsoft word)

attroupement:

Today we fed christians to lions

and stole books about property,

red ghost lovers

Our lady of the cabbage roses

Butte Montmontre, Rue des Arbres

Or was it rue les martyrs

attroupement:

Une meute de loups
but une émeute is a riot.
This means that groupings are dangerous in the best way—especially while Taylor Swift is playing.
A riotous mob is also an assembly is also so close to a herd of animals.
Many think this an insult, but I’ll leave them to their alliance with the creative class and the new economy. To me, it’s the song of a collective dance.
Silicon Valley can’t survive a stampede.

violetthursdays:

curdspluswhey:

"To the Poem" ALICE NOTLEY
IN THE PINES

Alice Notley is my current favorite. And AroarA’s album that uses her words from “In the Pines” is so utterly magnificent. 

WAIT you live in richmond and like alice notley?? do we know each other?

violetthursdays:

curdspluswhey:

"To the Poem" ALICE NOTLEY

IN THE PINES

Alice Notley is my current favorite. And AroarA’s album that uses her words from “In the Pines” is so utterly magnificent. 

WAIT you live in richmond and like alice notley?? do we know each other?

"BLUE’S 1900" JOSHUA CLOVER

"THE TOTALITY FOR KIDS"

"BLUE’S 1900" JOSHUA CLOVER

"THE TOTALITY FOR KIDS"

"To the Poem" ALICE NOTLEY 

IN THE PINES

"To the Poem" ALICE NOTLEY

IN THE PINES

is also loading a gun

anneboyer:

pull your hair out by the handfuls in front of strangers in socially distressing locations: sephora, family court, the lobbies of banks, in whatever location at which you do your paid work, while in conversation with your landlord, at the gate of ft. leavenworth prison, however in the gaze of…

i’m on ello now, @jeunefille