#matthea harvey

[sprucebingsteen]

“If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire

So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them

To close I’m sorry there won’t be any salad and I love you”

In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden, Matthea Harvey

#poetry #poem #writing #matthea harvey

[alwaysalreadyangry]

Matthea Harvey, from her book Sad Little Breathing Machine

#matthea harvey #poetry #lit

[epicycle]

Translation—Matthea Harvey, from Pity the Bathtub Its Forced Embrace of the Human Form

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[havingapoemwithyou]

in defense of our overgrown garden by Matthea Harvey

#Matthea Harvey #poetry #poem #summer

[thensson]

Sea Stop, by @alariko1 || Vespers [In your extended absence you permit me], by Louise Glück || @kojad || The door to the summer garden, by @marysmirages || Albert Camus || In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden, by Matthea Harvey

#summer #summer poetry #web weaving #web weave #academia #romantic academia #art #drawing #lineart #paintings #camus #gluck #louise gluck #albert camus

[garadinervi]

Harriet Bart: Abracadabra and Other Forms of Protection, Edited by Laura Wertheim Joseph, Foreword by Lyndel King, Weisman Art Museum, Minneapolis, MN, 2020, Trade Edition + Deluxe Edition

Contributing writers: Betty Bright, Stephen Brown, Robert Cozzolino, Elizabeth Erickson, Heather Everhart, Nor Hall, Matthea Harvey, Joanna Inglot, Laura Wertheim Joseph, Lyndel King, Eric Lorberer, Jim Moore, Diane Mullin, Samantha Rippner, Joanne Rothfuss, John Schott, Sun Yung Shin, and Susan Stewart

Trade Edition: black cloth binding, gold debossing on the front cover, gilded page edges, grosgrain bookmark, one double gatefold, paper jacket, 232 pages

Deluxe Edition: black cloth-covered clamshell box; the spine of the box is imprinted with gold debossed symbols designed by the artist. Included is a visual poem by Harriet Bart, fine-press printed by Philip Gallo on Frankfurt Smooth White, wrapped in a trifold of Thai mulberry paper, 232 pages. Twenty-five copies of the deluxe edition are available directly from the artist

Exhibition: Abracadabra and Other Forms of Protection, Weisman Art Museum, Minneapolis, MN, February 1 – November 29, 2020

#graphic design #typography #art #poetry #visual writing #mixed media #exhibition #catalogue #catalog #cover #harriet bart #laura wertheim joseph #lyndel king #philip gallo #weisman art museum #2020s

[rollercoasterwords]

@andlifewasnotthesamebutitwenton as requested here are some poetry recs!! just a collection of some of my favorite poems :) in terms of poets my two favorites are probably e.e. cummings + richard siken <3

wild geese by mary oliver

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

wishbone by richard siken

jessica gives me a chill pill by angie sijun lou

the crowds cheered as gloom galloped away by matthea harvey

anglerfish by maverick

outbreaks by kitchen mckeown

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

if morning never comes by kallie falandays

the loneliest job in the world by tony hoagland

another elegy by jericho brown

regarding the rottgen pieta by elle emerson

ramadan lament by leila chatti

what resembles the grave but isn't by anne boyer

and what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes by hanif willis-abdurraqib

the sensual world by louise glück

how to be a dog by andrew kane

#poetry recs #txt

[filmnoirsbian]

hello ms Tierney!! i was wondering if you have any poems about summer specifically, or if you have any recs of summer poems :) thank you!!!

Mine:

Excerpt from Summer of Lightning: A Memoir which can be found in Letters from the End of the World

Tenderhouse

Good as a Salve for Sore Eyes and Wounded Hearts

Tehom

In the Park Across the Street

Purple

Michi Gami

August

Love Letters from Various Kitchens

Free-Range Angel Produce, which can be read in its entirety here

Hungry Dogs

Also my short story The Wolf King (csa tw)

Other people's:

Endless Summer by Nate Pritts

Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer

Nostalgia (the lake at night) by Lloyd Schwartz

In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden by Matthea Harvey

September by Deborah Landau

Late Summer by Jennifer Grotz

Having a Coke with You by Frank O'Hara

Summer by Chen Chen

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

And the short story White Lines on a Green Field by Catherynne M. Valente

#asks #poetry

[mermaidgang]

The Poem

The Inside Out Mermaid

BY MATTHEA HARVEY

The Inside Out Mermaid is fine with letting it all hang out–veins, muscles, the bits of fat at her belly, her small gray spleen. At first her lover loves it–with her organs on the outside, she's the ultimate open book. He can pump her lungs like two bellows and make her gasp; ask her difficult questions and study the synapses firing in her brain as she answers to see if she's lying; poke a pleasure center in the frontal lobe and watch her squirm. No need for bouquets or sad stories about his childhood. He just plucks a pulmonary vein and watches the left ventricle flounder. But before long, she starts to sense that her lover, like all the others before him, is getting restless. This is when she starts showing them her collections–the basket of keys from all over the world, the box of zippers with teeth of every imaginable size–all chosen to convey a sense of openness. As a last resort, she’ll even read out loud the entries from her diary about him to him. But eventually he’ll become convinced she’s hiding things from him and she is. Her perfect skin. Her long black hair. Her red mouth, never chapped from exposure to sun or wind, how she secretly loves that he can’t touch her here or here.

[bunnyteacher]

#teachershortage

[pendraegon]

[ID of the poem "In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden" by Matthea Harvey:

Last night the apple trees shook and gave each lettuce a heart / Six hard red apples broke through the greenhouse glass and / Landed in the middle of those ever-so-slightly green leaves / That seem no mix of seeds and soil but of pastels and light and / Chalk x’s mark our oaks that are supposed to be cut down / I’ve seen the neighbors frown when they look over the fence / And see our espalier pear trees bowing out of shape I did like that / They looked like candelabras against the wall but what’s the sense / In swooning over pruning I said as much to Mrs. Jones and I swear / She threw her cane at me and walked off down the street without / It has always puzzled me that people coo over bonsai trees when / You can squint your eyes and shrink anything without much of / A struggle ensued with some starlings and the strawberry nets / So after untangling the two I took the nets off and watched birds / With red beaks fly by all morning at the window I reread your letter / About how the castles you flew over made crenellated shadows on / The water in the rainbarrel has overflowed and made a small swamp / I think the potatoes might turn out slightly damp don’t worry / If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire / So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them / To close I’m sorry there won’t be any salad and I love you END ID.]

#quotes #poetry #matthea harvey #incunabula #(^:

[ashtrayfloors]

Down here in the land of slammed doors, the factory puffs its own set of clouds into the sky. Fake larks fly through them, lifelike. Let's not get into contractions of can't and won't or how behind the line of trees, the forest is gone. Dip that tiny brush into your paintbox and mix up something nice and muddy for me. We've got a lock on the moon so now it goes where we want it— mostly proms, sometimes lobbies. This is my favorite sign: "Live girls, live action!" and in smaller but still flashing lights: "girl on girl, girl on ———." Among the permutations, there's no "girl on hands and knees begging for her life." No one we know wants it that badly.

Matthea Harvey, “Estamos En Vivo, No Hay Alternativo” (as appears in Gurlesque)

#poetry #matthea harvey #gurlesque #recently read #rereading #ugh that ending #so good #ask to tag

[atwoheadeddeer]

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[the-final-sentence]

A downward spiral means the opposite up here.

Matthea Harvey, from “The Objectified Mermaid”

#Matthea Harvey #The Objectified Mermaid

[heartoftheancientsea]

“Thoughts criss-cross the paths like branches; kites get caught in them. Birds collide with dreams and are found dead on the road. Sometimes a storm is the only answer. I stir up such a wind it blows them all out of the park. Then I pour down so much rain that the park sparkles with puddles, a thousand YOU ARE HERE signs blinking up at me and only me, until some intrepid soul comes stomping through with his loud thoughts of dinner.”

—Excerpt from the poem “Once Around the Park with Omniscience” by Matthea Harvey in her book Modern Life

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[homoerotisch]

From In defense of our overgrown garden by Matthea Harvey

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