#jorie graham

[luthienne]

Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems; "Crazy Motherfucker Weather" / Jorie Graham, "Scirocco"

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[apocryphics]

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[beguines]

Jorie Graham, The End of Beauty

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[elwenyere]

“Existence is crushingly hard. It’s very tempting to step off its road, to avoid living one’s life. One has to work hard to make sure to go through existence, not around it. It’s a terrifying reality that you can end up, almost as if by accident, not having lived your given life. At its harshest, and most literally brutal, it can be taken from you by the appalling carceral state, by systemic racism, by the endless crimes of inequality—by the theft of opportunity. But it can also be taken from you minute by minute by the shortcuts that everything you encounter invites you to take—to keep up, to do more within less time, to trade in wisdom, or even knowledge, for information. Our ever-shortening attention span craving its quick satisfactions—which affects whatever creative act might even be attempted, curtailing it before it even finds deep water—is the most powerful tool of the surveillance capitalist state, or whatever you want to call this enmeshment of powerful interests using our desire for instant access to enrich itself.“

-- Jorie Graham, Interview in The New Yorker

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[dislocatedwishbone]

Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I // Jorie Graham, from Mother’s Hands Drawing Me // Ryan Ross, via Livejournal

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[llovelymoonn]

mother, mother

jorie graham mother’s hands drawing me \\ debra baxter back to black \\ @sapientes​ the daughter as a reflection (what of?) \\ debra baxter catch your breath

buy me a coffee

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[intopermanence]

Does it wish us to mend it, light and dark, green and flesh? Will it be free then? I think the world is a desperate element.

Jorie Graham, from Erosion: “Scirocco”

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[kitchen-light]

I think I am probably in love with silence, that other world. And that I write, in some way, to negotiate seriously with it. If poems are records of true risks (attempts at change) taken by the soul of the speaker then, as much as possible, my steps are towards silence.

Jorie Graham, from “Some Notes on Silence” in 19 New American Poets of the Golden Gate, edited Philip Dow

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[proustitute]

Oh listen to these words I'm spitting out for you. My distance from you makes them louder.

Jorie Graham, “The Guardian Angel of the Private Life”

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[perkwunos]

Jorie Graham, Self-Portrait as Apollo and Daphne

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[dk-thrive]

They help us grapple with whatever we mean by fate, accident, chance, luck, miracle

The humanities teach us many things we crave more than ever now. They teach — don’t laugh at me — virtues. They teach us to have courage. They give us a way of understanding that we are not as alone as we think. They help us reckon with our mortality and that of those we love. They help us grapple with whatever we mean by fate, accident, chance, luck, miracle. They help us grasp cruelty, greed, brutality, evil in the human heart. They help us intuit the difference between being saved and being spared. They ask us — in the deepest way possible — do you really want to be spared? Our first answer is most often — mistakenly — yes. …

— Jorie Graham, Jorie Graham confronts past, present, and future. (The Harvard Gazette, May 31, 2023)

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[apocryphics]

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[beguines]

It's the old idea that the only way to experience faith is through active doubt. You have to undertake the encounter with the "monument," and it has to remain essentially unknowable. The desire to apprehend it, the act or attempt at apprehension, description – and the failure of that attempt – is the beginning, as [Elizabeth Bishop] says, of imagination, of art.

Jorie Graham interviewed by Thomas Gardener in Regions of Unlikeness: Explaining Contemporary Poetry

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

GAZETTE: So what would you tell your students?

GRAHAM: What I tell my students, when they feel singularly unfortunate to be born in this moment, is this is your moment, the moment your soul showed up incarnate. In this world. It is an astonishing moment to be alive. You could have been born into a lull — instead you were born into a tipping point. It’s your one life and you’ve entered it at a flexion point — a point when everything you do matters. How often in history does a soul get to live in such an era? Don’t waste it. Show up for it. With everything you’ve got. Some will invent, some will organize, some will witness, some will grieve, some will console. Live this life now. Even if in fury and grief, live it. You don’t want to die not having lived. It’s incredibly easy to find a way around experience rather than through it. But you will have cheated yourself out of your only possession: your life. You are here now. Now is the time to live fully, not hide, not escape.

[The Harvard Gazette :: ARTS :: Jorie Graham confronts past, present, and future]

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[bluestangel]

I go out and there she is, still of course, sitting on the nest, dead-center invisible in our flowing, still young and staked acacia; crown an almost perfect circle, dark greens blurring now in this high wind, wrestling it, compliant too—and you have to stand still and look in to see her, there where the wind splits open the head, slashes the branches, and you see her—heart, jewel, bloom, star—I can’t help but look, wind-slicings keep revealing her, felt-still, absorbent of light, sound, gaze, idea—

“Undated Lullaby” from Sea Change by Jorie Graham

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[elwenyere]

“Something was caught here & it fought hard here & lost. Where is the antagonist. Oh is it me I think, putting my hand down now in the down, in the piles of down, where it fought off something like me, just like me, & lost.”

-- Jorie Graham, from To 2040

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