#anne boyer

[notsoterriblymisanthropic]

Anne Boyer, Garments Against Women

#Anne Boyer

[aridante]

what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer // i didn’t apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).

#words #anne boyer #mahmoud darwish #comparatives #* #w* #this line from darwish’s poem just made me think about #boyer’s iconic grave-defying poem

[lifeinpoetry]

History is full of people who just didn’t. They said no thank you, turned away, ran away to the desert, stood on the streets in rags, lived in barrels, burned down their own houses, walked barefoot through town, killed their rapists, pushed away dinner, meditated into the light.

— Anne Boyer, from "No," published on the Poetry Foundation blog

#quote #anne boyer #essay #no #out of my collection

[firstfullmoon]

anne boyer “the harm will come: it never doesn’t” / julia armfield “to watch a horror movie is to know that something bad is going to happen. to have a body is really the same thing” / hilary mantel “we don’t have to invite pain in, it’s waiting for us: sooner rather than later” / marie howe “you know how we’ve been waiting for the big pain to come? I think it’s here. I think this is it. I think it’s been here all along” / gregory orr “I want to go back to the beginning. we all do. I think: hurt won’t be there. but I’m wrong” / toni morrison “the hurt was always there” / torrey peters “pain that had to be endured, withstood, pain that was the same as being alive, and so without end”

#so you know #w #comparatives #anne boyer #julia armfield #hilary mantel #marie howe #gregory orr #toni morrison #torrey peters #the harm will come it never doesn’t

[rivertalesien]

One of the greatest resignation letters of all time. Bless Anne Boyer.

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#anne boyer #ny times #this is what moral courage looks like #free palestine #ceasefire now

[minotaurmutual]

The future is a benevolent black hole.

Sagittarius A* / Kathy Acker, Pussy, King of the Pirates / Outer Wilds (2020) / Is There a God-Shaped Hole at the Heart of Mathematics? / Drain for overflowing water at Sambuco Dam, Lavizzara Valley / ? / Thomasin Frances, Hole Theory (15/10/2022) / Bryan’s Ground, a public garden in Herefordshire on the Welsh border. / odd, weird, strange and unusual / Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves / Illustration of the Annular Eclipse of 1836 from “A fourteen weeks course in descriptive astronomy”, Joel Dorman Steele (1836-1886) / @imdad_barbhuyan on Instagram / The moon’s Copernicus crater. Through magic glasses. 1890. / Kaveh Akbar / Darina Muravjeva, Hole / Hilde Heynen in Heterotopia and the City / x / Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers / x /  Louise Glück, from Descending Figure / Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay. / Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried; from “A Letter To Love” / Lara de Moor, Orb (2014) / Sam Sax, Pig / The National - Wake Up Your Saints / Aleksander Rostov / Sanna Wani, from “Princess Mononoke (1997)”, My Grief, the Sun / Gregory Orr, [i want to go back] / James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room / Massive sinkhole swallows house in Florida / Edna St Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952) /Silent Hill 4 (2004) / Anne Boyer, What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t / Law of Holes / Scarlet Hollow (2021) / Lucy Dacus - Cartwheel

(part one)

#HERE IT FINALLY IS #let's please ignore how many fucking hours it took me to make this. someone should pay me for these #hole theory #outer wilds #leonard cohen #anne carson #the national #disco elysium #because yes that is harry good eye <3 #princess mononoke #giovanni's room #silent hill #silent hill 4 #anne boyer #scarlet hollow #black tabby games #lucy dacus #* #james baldwin #louise glück #**

[sicknessinmotion]

impossible to observe directly; hole theory

anne boyer // unknown // leila chatti // neil hilborn // jenny holzer // judas h. (@judas-redeemed) // jenny holzer + louise bourgeois.

#anne boyer #leila chatti #neil hilborn #jenny holzer #judas h #louise bourgeois #poetry #quotes #web weaving #webweaving #.w #words #excerpts #on holes #hole theory

[apoemaday]

What Resembles the Grave but Isn’t

by Anne Boyer

Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”

#poetry #anne boyer #what resembles the grave but isn't

[kitchen-light]

Anne Boyer, from her Instagram

#anne boyer #quotes #typography #words #found* #on poetry

[iirulancorrino]

One of the inventors of the sewing machine didn’t patent it because of the way it would restructure labor. Another was almost killed by a mob.

Always when I sew I think of Emma Goldman with her sewing machine, or Emma Goldman during her first night in jail “at least bring me some sewing.” Wikipedia says the sewing machine reduced average garment construction time from 14 hours to 2 hours. Somewhere on a sewing blog someone wrote of making new garments from existing ones: “use every part of the garment” and “each garment holds in it hours of a garment worker’s life.” I sew and the historical of sewing becomes a feeling just as when I used to be a poet, when I used to write poetry, used to write poetry and that thing culture began tendriling out in me, but it is probably more meaningful to sew a dress than to write a poem. I make anywhere from 10 to 15 dollars an hour at any of my three jobs. A garment from Target or Forever 21 costs 10 to 30 dollars. A garment from a thrift store costs somewhere between 4 and 10 dollars. A garment from a garage sale costs 1 to 5 dollars. A garment from a department store costs 30 to 500 dollars. All of these have been made, for the most part, from hours of women and children’s lives. Now I give the hours of my life I don’t sell to my employers to the garments. My costs are low: 2-dollar fabric from Goodwill, patterns bought for 99 cents or less, notions found at estate sales for 1 or 3 dollars. I almost save money like this. The fabric still contains the hours of the lives, those of the farmers and shepherds and chemists and factory workers and truckers and salespeople and the first purchasers, the givers-away, who were probably women who sewed. Sewing is difficult. There is a reason girls were trained in it before they were trained in anything else, years and years spent at practice, and even then they might not have been any good.

Anne Boyer, Garments Against Women

#anne boyer #garments against women #what I'm reading

[thighholsterdean]

this is how it was always going to be. you know this. you've always known. you wrote the script.

[what resembles the grave but isn't, anne boyer || lazarus rising, supernatural || I didn't apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah) || unknown || grief lessons: four plays by euripides, anne carson || carry on, supernatural || the truth about grief, fortesa latifi || anecdote of the pig, tory adkisson || aeschylus: the oresteia, aeschylus || @/heavensghost]

#web weaving #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #anne carson #anne boyer #mahmoud darwish #fortesa latifi #aeschylus #tory adkisson

[aridante]

I have resigned as poetry editor of The New York Times Magazine. The Israeli state’s U.S-backed war against the people of Gaza is not a war for anyone. There is no safety in it or from it, not for Israel, not for the United States or Europe, and especially not for the many Jewish people slandered by those who claim falsely to fight in their names. Its only profit is the deadly profit of oil interests and weapon manufacturers. The world, the future, our hearts—everything grows smaller and harder from this war. It is not only a war of missiles and land invasions. It is an ongoing war against the people of Palestine, people who have resisted through decades of occupation, forced dislocation, deprivation, surveillance, siege, imprisonment, and torture. Because our status quo is self-expression, sometimes the most effective mode of protest for artists is to refuse. I can’t write about poetry amidst the “reasonable” tones of those who aim to acclimatize us to this unreasonable suffering. No more ghoulish euphemisms. No more verbally sanitized hellscapes. No more warmongering lies. If this resignation leaves a hole in the news the size of poetry, then that is the true shape of the present.

— Anne Boyer, in her resignation letter to The New York Times Magazine

#oh it’s anne boyer of ‘what resembles the grave but isn’t’ fame! #incredible. #words #anne boyer #palestinian tag #w* #free palestine

[lifeinpoetry]

The world, the future, our hearts—everything grows smaller and harder from this war. […] No more ghoulish euphemisms. No more verbally sanitized hellscapes. No more warmongering lies. If this resignation leaves a hole in the news the size of poetry, then that is the true shape of the present.

— Anne Boyer, from her resignation letter to The New York Times Magazine

#quote #anne boyer #letter #out of my collection #free palestine

[clayloam]

"toward a provisional avant-garde" from a handbook of disappointed fate, anne boyer

#anne boyer #quotes

[savcir-faire]

WHAT RESEMBLES THE GRAVE BUT ISN’T

Anne Boyer, former poetry editor of NYT Mag

#inspo #gpoy #help #anne boyer #poetry #thinkin abt this poem lately and no one had posted it in her tag recently that i could find #so put it in my blog w small relevant contemporary context #the holes keep comin and they don’t stop comin huh #one must imagine op happy #i guess she is #or otherwise has dirt under her nailbeds for trying #txtit

[prophetictense]

— a two-millimetre entroponetic hole

disco elysium ; the beast in the space, w. s. graham ; what resembles the grave but isn't, anne boyer ; fr. 96 16-17, sappho (trans. anne carson) ; no light, no light, florence + the machine

#parallels #web weaving #disco elysium #w. s. graham #florence + the machine #anne carson #anne boyer #hole theory #fayde is great but by god cropping screenshots is hell #there were more but img limit on app so you only get this #logs #there's a hole in my heart #on emptiness