#megan fernandes

[firstfullmoon]

Megan Fernandes, from “Fabric in Tribeca,” in Good Boys

#w #poetry #megan fernandes #the blue holds

[geryone]

Love Poem, Megan Fernandes

#quotes #poetry #quote #poem #Megan Fernandes #id in alt text #just finished reading her new collection & it’s INCREDIBLE

[northwindow]

Megan Fernandes, from I Do Everything I’m Told

#megan fernandes #i do everything i’m told

[sweatermuppet]

from Short Conversations with Poets: Megan Fernandes, by Jesse Nathan

[Text ID: MEGAN FERNANDES: Poetry should be energizing. I mean that even if the language annihilates you, one must feel the blow of that annihilation. /End ID]

#megan fernandes #poetry

[lunchboxpoems]

MEGAN FERNANDES

#megan fernandes #poetry #poem

[thislifeisfleeting-blog]

adulthood is the unbearable loneliness of moving forward. it is the sorrowing old man painting by vincent van gogh. it is mourning the thousands of lives you could have led. it is perpetually going through it, that I beg everyone to hold my hand. adulthood is being struck by the feeling that you have somehow left yourself behind.

1. Megan Fernandes, from “Fabric in Tribeca” in Good Boys

2. Albert Camus, A Happy Death

3. Jonas Mekas, As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

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[llovelymoonn]

hi, could i request a web on turning older. I was talking to my friend yesterday, and turning 30 seems so terrifying, at the same time it also seems normal just like another. But I'm not able to turn my back to all the responsibilities and what people expect of me, to all that i have set myself to achieve before this "30 milestone"

Absolutely love your blog btw. So glad i found you in this platform :)

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[skylarbee]

milex and a poem

i read this poem and shed a few tears because it reminded me so much of them, because it is so them... so i invite you to suffer with me.

Friends with No Benefits, Megan Fernandes, Poem-a-Day, 2023

I now replace desire  with meaning.  Instead of saying, I want you, I say,  there is meaning between us. Meaning can swim, has taken lessons from the river  of itself. Desire is air. One puncture  above a black lake and she lies flat. I now replace intensity with meaning. One is a black hole of boundless appetite, a false womb, another is a sentence. My therapist says children need a “father” for language  and a “mother” for everything else. She doesn’t get that it’s all language. There is no else.  Else is a fiction of life, and a fact of death. That night, we don’t touch.  We ruin nothing.  We get bagels in the morning before you leave on a train,  and I smoke a skinny cigarette and think  I look glam, like an Italian diva. You make a joke at my expense, which is not a joke, really,  but a way to say I know you.  I don’t feed on you. Instead, I watch you  like a faraway tree.  Desire loves the what if, the if only, the maybe in another lifetime.  She loves a parallel universe. Or seven.  Meaning knows its minerals, knows which volcanic magma belongs  to which volcanic fleet. Knows the earth has parents. That a person is raised.  It’s the real flirtation, to say, you are not a meal.  To say, I want you  to last. 

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the author said this about it:

“This piece is about a friend. We drink martinis and talk poems all night. We have an energy easy to mistake for desire but that might instead mean something more earthbound. Desire is instructive. But she’s often instructing us toward some edge, toward some abyss. As I get older, I’m re-narrating the intense feelings I have for some people that don’t take the form of ravenous, cosmic, and consuming intimacies, but intentional, rooted, and durational ones. What’s better than the dumb luck of living at the same time as someone you truly admire? It’s so mortal and random. No cosmos could compete.”

#it's from miles' perspective too... #the night when they don't touch; the bagels before alex leaves; the cigarette and feeling like an italian diva; the joking; #the watching; the 'maybe in another lifetime'... #yeah #i don't have to say any more do i? #the poem itself and the author's explanation says it all #it's from a site called 'poets.org'. you can subscribe to their 'poem-a-day' and you'll get a new poem every day via email #i can only recommend it #alex turner #miles kane #milex #poem #friends with no benefits #megan fernandes #milex and

[smokefalls]

She knows that not everything / holy has to hurt or cohere.

Megan Fernandes, "The Poet and the Nurse" from I Do Everything I'm Told

#Megan Fernandes #I Do Everything I'm Told #quote #poetry #queerlit #2023 reads

[ashtrayfloors]

Orlando

The few weeks I was pregnant, whenever people asked how are you, meg? I'd answer, oh ya know... with child which I thought was dead funny. I don't think about it now except sometimes in a fitness class surrounded by women trying to shed baby weight and I make the calculations (he'd be about fourteen by now) and then I look at myself in the class mirror while women squat and lift their legs and think, wow! I look so good for having a fourteen- year-old and then I'd think again, how if he were a reality, I'd say it all the time and embarrass him in front of his school friends and for some reason, I think he'd be a drummer and wear green. I have no regrets, but I wonder if he's waiting in the sky somewhere or doing blow in another dimension where he's a rocker and very much flesh. I don't believe in kin by blood, but I believe poems can give form to the formless, that one can resurrect roads not taken in a line and give it a name. It's a novel by Virginia Woolf, I'd say and rattle on and he'd wave me off but maybe read it one day in college and think about his young mother who wanted to be a writer and what she might have had to give up in order to raise him at twenty-three. He'd write me a song. He'd title it with my name.

—Megan Fernandes, from I Do Everything I'm Told (Tin House, 2023)

#poetry #megan fernandes #pregnancy #abortion #things that might have been #typography #i do everything i’m told #currently reading #this book is so good #but this poem in particular took me the fuck out #cuz like #if i hadn’t had an abortion at 22 #i too would’ve had a baby at 23 #i think of him often actually #though i also don’t regret it #dante (that’s what i named him) would have turned 18 this year

[theblackestofsuns]

Juan Bernabeu’s illustration for Kamran Javadizadeh’s review of Megan Fernandes’ I Do Everything I’m Told in this week’s New Yorker magazine.

#Juan Bernabeu #Great Illustration #Kamran Javadizadeh #Megan Fernandes #I Do Everything I'm Told #The New Yorker Magazine

[firstfullmoon]

Megan Fernandes, “May to December,” in I Do Everything I’m Told

#w #poetry #megan fernandes #we’ll dream of a longer summer

[geryone]

I Do Everything I'm Told, Megan Fernandes

#quotes #poetry #quote #poem #Megan Fernandes #id in alt text

[havingapoemwithyou]

love poem by Megan Fernandes

#Megan Fernandes #poetry #poem

[nataliewaitegf]

megan fernandes, friends with no benefits

#🤍 #poetry #megan fernandes #this poem is sooooooo.

[lunchboxpoems]

LOVE POEM

Sometimes, I wonder if I would know a beautiful thing if I saw it. So often, I was miserable when I was young, even in California with the ocean close and fat seals munching flatfish, tonguing urchins in their molars, sunning themselves pink by the sandy primrose. I ignored the whistle of the rock-faced mountain and her chorus of dry hills, walked past the blazing stars and lemons in dramatic ripe. I was so sad out west. The truth is I am most exquisite on the east coast, meaning I am in rhythm. I do not track the world by beauty but joy. That first bite into the soft carrot of tagine stew while a storm wailed over the East River. The misfit raccoon bouncing on trash bins in Central Park after we saw a Japanese play. We almost crashed a wedding that night at the Boathouse but lost our nerve. We were not dressed for the caper, but even this felt like rogue joy. Yes. It was joy, wasn’t it? Even if it was ugly, it was joy.

MEGAN FERNANDES

#megan fernandes #poem #poetry #love #love poem