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havingapoemwithyou · 7 months

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diogenes tries to forget by Mary Karr

#Mary Karr #poetry #poem #autumn

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kafk-a · 2 months

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Mary Karr

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pulledrounder · 1 year

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fruitrollup on tumblr // Mary Karr, excerpt from Cherry // Wendy Cope, “The Orange”

#web weaving #parallels #mary karr #cherry #wendy cope #the orange #yeah ok so i wove a web out of this. if u even care #webweaving

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firstfullmoon · 11 months

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franz wright, “to myself” / marie howe, “the gate” / mary karr, “the voice of god”

#being alive is about making yourself a sandwich #w #poetry #comparatives #franz wright #marie howe #mary karr #the feeling of self directed kindness

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soracities · 7 months

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Hello! I’m not sure if you’d know, but I’m looking for a poem.

It was a about a girl who had attempted suicide and afterwards her father had driven very far to get her plums at her request. When she had received them she promised not to hurt herself anymore as the strength from all the people who loved her would keep her going.

It was quite popular but if you don’t remember maybe someone else would? Thank you.

I know the one! It's not a poem but an excerpt from Mary Karr's Cherry 💗

#ask #Anonymous #mary karr

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thoughtkick · 8 months

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Whatever you want emotionally, you have to start giving away.

Mary Karr, Lit

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apoemaday · 28 days

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Field of Skulls

by Mary Karr

Stare hard enough at the fabric of night, and if you're predisposed to dark — let’s say the window you’ve picked is a black postage stamp you spend hours at, sleepless, drinking gin after the I Love Lucy reruns have gone off — stare

like your eyes have force, and behind any night’s taut scrim will come the forms you expect pressing from the other side. For you: a field of skulls, angled jaws and eye-sockets, a zillion scooped-out crania. They’re plain once you think to look.

You know such fields exist, for criminals roam your very block, and even history lists monsters like Adolf and Uncle Joe who stalk the earth’s orb, plus minor baby-eaters unidentified, probably in your very midst. Perhaps that disgruntled mail clerk from your job

has already scratched your name on a bullet — that’s him rustling in the azaleas. You caress the thought, for it proves there’s no better spot for you than here, your square-yard of chintz sofa, hearing the bad news piped steady from your head. The night is black. You stare and furious stare,

confident there are no gods out there. In this way, you’re blind to your own eye’s intricate machine and to the light it sees by, to the luck of birth and all your remembered loves. If the skulls are there — let’s say they do press toward you against night’s scrim — could they not stare with slack jawed envy at the fine flesh that covers your scalp, the numbered hairs, at the force your hands hold?

#poetry #mary karr #field of skulls #a personal favorite

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resqectable · 4 months

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Whatever you want emotionally, you have to start giving away.

Mary Karr, Lit

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henghost · 4 months

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there's this passage from d.t. max's biography of david foster wallace, every love story is a ghost story, that i think about a lot when i'm reading wildbow (and other "middlebrow" writers). it's a passage about mary karr, a fellow writer whom wallace would go on to stalk and abuse.