#stanley plumly

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous // Alison Pelegrin, from “Collect for the Days of My Youth,” Waterlines: Poems // @sunsbleeding // Doreen Valiente // Stanley Plumly

#parallelism #parallels #literary parallels #web weaving #ocean vuong #on earth we're briefly gorgeous #alison pelegrin #doreen valiente #stanley plumly #dark academia #light academia #classic literature #literature #books & libraries #english literature #romantic academia #dark aesthetic #chaotic academia #lit

[hodrepaem]

Nothing is said, though he knows you love him.

Nothing is said, though you know he loves you.

Longing, as a sickness of the heart, is invisible, incurable, endless.

— Stanley Plumly

#quote #quotes #literature #poetry #poems #stanley plumly

[headlightsforever]

Stanley Plumly

#stanley plumly #poetry #art #poem #literature #December

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

photo by Jeff Biege

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Sunset is archetypal, which makes it no less existential and real on a daily basis. Every day is an elegy. That is what makes the day so valuable and meaningful; it goes away, comes back, goes away, and so forth. It all sounds so eternal until you come down to your own life, your own day, your own sunset. Sunset, as sunsets go, may be immortal–more or less–but our experience with the sunset is not immortal. It is ‘measured out.’ Stanley Plumly, from “An Interview with Stanley Plumly” by Jacqueline Kolosov, The Writer’s Chronicle (vol. 50, no. 2, December 2017) (via ascoltolelune)

#Jupiter Beach #Juno #beach #Stanley Plumly #Sunset #archetypes

[dk-thrive]

Some advice Stanley Plumly gave me in an email a couple of years ago: “Stay deep within yourself and stay alone there--that is where your poems come from, and that has nothing to do with audience. You are the audience."

Maggie Smith, (@MaggieSmithPoet) Twitter, August 30, 2019)

#Stanley Plumly #deep #soul #writer #writing #poem #poetry #audience #Maggie Smith

[cor-ardens-archive]

stanley plumly | michael ryan

#stanley plumly #michael ryan #poetry #m. lit.

[johnesimpson]

The Landscape of the Spirit World, in the Shape of Autumn

Stanley Plumly, T.L. Huchu: 'The Landscape of the Spirit World, in the Shape of Autumn'

[Image: “Footbridge: The Shape of Autumn,” by John E. Simpson.] A few days ago, whiskey river shared a fragment of a poem (the italicized lines below) ostensibly about autumn — but, like many, many descriptions of the seasons, actually speaking of deeper mysteries, and deeper rhythms: Spirit BirdsThe spirit world the negative of this one,soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks,someone…

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#autumn #Stanley Plumly #pandemic life #T.L. Huchu #the spirit world #coming to terms with whatever comes next

[nsantand]

Stanley Plumly – Rinoceronte branco

"Rinoceronte branco", um poema de Stanley Plumly

O último da minha espécie, um dos últimos apreciadores das florese da grama das pastagens do norte, e certamenteum dos poucos habilitados a esfregar as costas no baobáe no carvalho centenário que ainda sobrevive no quintal. O truque está na pedra, parecer algo que se soltoude uma montanha, algo tão sobrante a ponto de nãoestar vivo, ainda que se assemelhe, no comportamento, a um sonho raivoso,do…

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#Nelson Santander #Stanley Plumly

[devoutlywished]

Spider-Man (2002) dir. Sam Raimi / Stanley Plumly, After Grief / Sharon Olds, To My Father / Karese Burrows, Persephone Writes a Poem

#there’s no real rhyme or reason to this post i’m just in a Mood rn #harry osborn #norman osborn #spider-man #raimiverse #* #** #h/n

[theadmiringbog]

We are all nesting dolls, carrying the earlier iterations of ourselves inside. We carry the past inside us. We take ourselves—all of our selves—wherever we go. Inside forty-something me is the woman I was in my thirties, the woman I was in my twenties, the teenager I was, the child I was. Inside divorced me: married me, the me who loved my husband, the me who believed what we had was irrevocable and permanent, the me who believed in permanence. I still carry these versions of myself. It’s a kind of reincarnation without death: all these different lives we get to live in this one body, as ourselves.

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I did what many people do when they fall in love with someone who seems to have different dreams from their own: I waited him out.

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John Ciardi’s “Most Like an Arch This Marriage.” It’s a poem about imperfection, about being more together than we can be on our own:

“Most like an arch—two weaknesses that lean / into a strength. Two fallings become firm.”

Being married isn’t being two columns, standing so straight and tall on their own, they never touch. Being married is leaning and being caught, and catching the one who leans toward you.

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Every day for nine months, I expected blood. From the very beginning, I expected the end. That sort of thing changes you.

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Inside current me, the me who has two children, is the me who dreamed two others. The me who lived in fear, then grief, then fear, then grief again, then fear.

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It’s easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends.

—Joan Didion

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How will my children feel if they think that being seen as a mother wasn’t enough for me? What will they think of me, knowing I wanted a full life—a life with them and a life in words, too?

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I could quote my friend Jen, who says the work she does makes her husband’s life possible.

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For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart. —Maggie Nelson

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who tries to save their marriage by making their partner choose between being who they are, doing what they do, and being married? I would have chosen being married, and I would have been miserable. And then it would have ended anyway.

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My trigger is stress, so my treatment is perspective.

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“Well, you can’t control anyone else’s behavior, so what can you do to manage your expectations?”

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“Do you remember what he did for you on your fortieth birthday? He made a list of forty things he loved about you. Handwritten.

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the poet Stanley Plumly said to me about poems: “They begin in the middle and they end in the middle, only later.”

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It’s late but everything comes next.

—Naomi Shihab Nye

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Then I know that there is room in me for a second huge and timeless life.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Bly

#books #You Could Make This Place Beautiful #best of

[litterae-ignotae]

lerry levis | stanley plumly

#* #words #dw

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

Stanley Plumly - After Grief

#neighboursedit #neighbourstv #neighbourspost #paul robinson #david tanaka #robert robinson #leo tanaka #mitziedits #i think of this quote and this family all the time

[magratpudifoot]

Finished 17 February 2024:

Posthumous Keats - Stanley Plumly

What a strange experience to read this while I have myself been wracked with coughing and often too brain-addled to read much or retain anything. When I started reading this, I was back on my feet after January's extended respiratory illness, but I began relapsing shortly after, so my body ached along with Keats'.

Thankfully I am now almost certain that my problem, far from consumption or even the plague of my own time, is simply respiratory allergies, proving I am much closer to the frail image of Keats that has been passed down and that Plumly here works against.

Keats is a figure for whom I have always had intense sympathy, but whose poems have never particularly spoken to me, as much as I would like them to. Plumly I think would argue that this perspective misses the entire point of his project. There is much here about Keats' relationships with friends and family but relatively little on his strained connection to Shelley and barely a mention of Byron. Plumly's discursive, sometimes meandering, not infrequently repetitive biography aims to be both a life and death mask of the poet without allowing his "enemies" to color the final image. I actually would have liked to have spent more time with Keats' feelings about the other Romantic poets and less time litigating whether Charles Brown was a villain, but I suppose others have covered that ground if I care to seek it out.

I recommend this one for anyone interested in a meta exploration of art, artists, and the artistic process, and anyone who just wants to be sad for a while.

#ms p reads 2024 #no one asked you ms p #my inexplicable vampire fascination #a tag i will not be explaining at this time thank you

[headlightsforever]

the dark itself not dark enough but needing to be / added to, handful by handful if necessary, until / the way my mother would sit all night in a room / without the lights, smoking, until she disappeared?

Stanley Plumly, “At Night”, Poem-a-Day on March 7, 2019

#stanley plumly #poetry #poem #poet #literature #writing #lit #quote #poets #quotes #poems

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[Sybaris Pool Suites]

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"Stay deep within yourself and stay alone there -- that is where your poems come from, and that has nothing to do with audience. You are the audience."

--Stanley Plumly

[via :: alive on all channels]

#pool #blue #Sybaris Pool Suites #Stanley Plumly #quotes #Alive On All Channels

[smute]

lonely nights

Michael Hofmann - Night // Lawrence Tirnauer - The Sleepless Ones // Edward Hopper - Automat // Olivia Laing - The Lonely City // Marilynne Robinson - Housekeeping // Aristotle Roufanis - Alone Together VIII // Anne Carson - The Glass Essay // Stanley Plumly - At Night // Oscar Wilde - Impression du Matin

#guess im trying this whole #web weaving #parallels #thing #words #poetry #loneliness #michael hofmann #lawrence tirnauer #edward hopper #olivia laing #marilynne robinson #aristotle roufanis #anne carson #stanley plumly #oscar wilde #& #the lonely city my beloved