#vona groarke

[soracities]

Vona Groarke, from “Six Months”

[Text ID: “Blue sky on the radio, all four car windows down. Is this what it means, then, to have friends?”]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #summer #vona groarke #six months #life everlasting #typography #m #x

[havingapoemwithyou]

[september] by Vona Groarke

#Vona Groarke #poetry #poem #september

[forewordreviewsmag]

Today, we’re pleased to spend a few minutes with Vona Groarke, author of a captivating new book about her great-grandmother Ellen O’Hara, who emigrated from impoverished County Sligo in Ireland’s south to New York in 1882. Foreword‘s Executive Editor Matt Sutherland reached out to her with a few questions after becoming enchanted with Vona’s innovative approach to telling Ellen’s story.

#indie books #indie publishing #indie author #indie book #ireland #foreword #foreword reviews #Ellen O'Hara #Vona Groarke

[poem-today]

A poem by Vona Groarke

The Making of Porcelain

It will need to be a thousand years old and warmed by the rising sun, this clay, chilled by only full moons. I will need river water never broken over a wet stone and hands that fit inside my skin, my eyes to be glazed with robin’s egg glaze and the blood in my veins to be ox-blood for the hour of my doing.

The bowl I make I will hold in my mouth until a name for it balances on the lip and then I will place it in the nape of my life so it knows more than I do.

This will be what I make of my time, a bowl I gift to you. Look underneath, where the war came close is a smidge the shape of the scar on my knee which is also the curve of the bend in the road that leads to the rim of the sea.

You could fill this bowl to the brim with ice or sunlight. You could put every promise you made in there and squares of paper on which you have written lines from love poems and names of stars and boardwalks and childhoods and mothers in coats. You could put in driftwood and your lapis ring, last night’s dreams and tonight’s, undreamt,

it doesn’t matter, for whatever you place inside this bowl will not be there when you look again. This is the beauty of the finishing touch applied with a brush made from your lost years:

come morning, each morning, when you rise to the day and think to see what remains to be seen, the moonlight glaze I chose for you undoes everything.

Vona Groarke

#vona groarke #irish poetry #porcelain #the making of porcelain

[luminouslotuses]

qsmp meetup gave me the feels

deadline by sundial // photos from roier, fitmc, bagi, and missa’s instagrams // foolish on twitter // quackity & baghera on twitter (reposted here) // quackity’s instagram // new romantics by taylor swift // forever’s instagram // bagi on twitter // @werenotreallystrangers // every time around by vansire // cellbit on twitter (reposted here) // screenshot from QSMP REUNION IN REAL LIFE twitch stream (reposted here) // @pixiecaps // photos from pac, fitmc, cellbit, and bagi’s instagrams + kristin’s twitter // pac’s instagram // bagi’s instagram // the family photograph by vona groarke // forever’s instagram // deadline by sundial

#ITS FINALLY FINISHED AGHHH #spent way too long on this. it was worth it👍 #qsmp #brazil meetup #web weaving #kaleidoscope #cliché

[ethereal-muses]

Blue sky on the radio,

all four car windows down.

Is this what it means, then,

to have friends?

– Vona Groarke, Six Months

#dark academia #literature quotes #literary quotes #academia aesthetic #academia quotes #book quotes #classic literature #haruki murakami #dark academia quotes #vincent van gogh

[fdin2u]

Six Months

APRIL

My daughter buys

her first perfume.

It’s called ‘One Summer’.

MAY

Geese hemstitch the wetlands:

I foretell a skittery afternoon.

JUNE

Pick up the day

by four white hours;

shake it out

over long grass.

JULY

Blue sky on the radio,

all four car windows down.

Is this what it means, then,

to have friends?

AUGUST

The jet plane

tucking up its wheels

jolts me back years

to a light cadenza’s

lift-off in my womb.

SEPTEMBER

A twinge in my elbow chimes, pretty much,

with the indicator of the school bus in front

and the backbeat of whatever song

is plied on the radio.

My son knows the words.

This is my life.

Let me want nothing more.

–Vona Groarke, from Spindrift (2010)

[ijustkindalikebooks]

From Empty Nest edited by Carol Ann Duffy.

You can find the poem and a recording of it here (x).

#poets #poet #poem #poetry #poetry collection #new books #booklr #books #bookblr #non fiction #book #vona groarke

[tiedtopages]

Too good not to share. G'night ✨

#poetry #Vona Groarke

[theotherpages]

2021 Podcasts, Part 2

A reminder that all of the articles from this year’s poetry series are available as a podcast. Search on “Steve Spanoudis” to find all the episodes on iTunes, Anchor, Breaker, Spotify, Google Podcasts, RadioPublic and PocketCast. If you like the articles, please share.

Here are direct links to individual episodes on Anchor.fm:

12. Laila Chatti - Deluge - article by Kashiana Singh

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-12-Leila-Chatti-eun4c5

13. Tina Cane - Some Kinds of Fire

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-01---Tina-Cane--Anna-Akhmatova-euriuc

14. Richard Blanco - La Florida Room

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-14---Richard-Blanco-eutlfj

15. Michael Hamburger - Grape and Nut Letter - article by Nelson Howard Miller

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-15-Michael-Hamburger-euv861

16. Ted Kooser - In the Basement of the Goodwill Store

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-16---Ted-Kooser-ev0jd3

17. Keorapetse William Kgositsile - Anguish Longer Than Sorrow

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-17-Keorapetse-William-Kgositsile-ev40s

18. Melissa Balmain - Love Poem

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-18-Melissa-Balmain-ev653a

19. Kazim Ali - The Voice of Sheila Chandra - article by Kashiana Singh

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-19-The-gleaming-work-of-Kazim-Ali---The-Voice-of-Sheila-Chandra-ev7kld

20. Nora Dauenhauer - Amelia’s FIrst Ski Run

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-20-Nora-Marks-Dauenhauer-ev8fum

21. Vona Groarke - Still Life in Marble

https://anchor.fm/steve-spanoudis/episodes/2021-NPM-21-Vona-Groarke-evaoi4

The full text of all articles is available at The Other Pages mirrors

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And Tumblr: https://theotherpages.tumblr.com

(scroll down for content on either page)

#vona groarke #nora dauenhauer #kazim ali #sheila chandra #Keorapetse William Kgositsile #melissa balmain #ted kooser #Michael Hamburger #richard blanco #tina cane #Laila Chatti #the other pages #theotherpages.org #national poetry month #napowrimo #2021 #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetry

[soracities]

...the backbeat of whatever song is plied on the radio. My son knows the words. This is my life. Let me want nothing more.

Vona Groarke, from “Six Months”, Spindrift

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #vona groarke #six months #spindrift #life everlasting #m #x

[havingapoemwithyou]

[august] by Vona Groarke

#Vona Groarke #poetry #poem #august

[violettesiren]

What leaves us trembling in an empty house is not the moon, my moon-eyed lover. Say instead there was no moon though for nine nights we stood

on the brow of the hill at midnight and saw nothing that was not contained in darkness, in the pier light, our hands, and our lost house.

Small wonder that we tired of this and chose instead to follow the road to the back of the island, and broke into the lighthouse-keeper’s house.

We found the lower windows boarded up and the doors held fast, but one. Inside, we followed the drag of light through empty rooms of magenta and sky blue.

This house has been decided by the sea. These rooms are stones washed over by waves and spray from the lighthouse by which we undress

to kneel under the skylight. Our hands and lips are smeared with blackberries. Your skin, my sloe-skinned lover, never so sweet, your hand so quiet.

The sea is breaking and unbreaking on the pier. You and I are making love in the lighthouse-keeper’s house, my moon-eyed, dark-eyed, fire-eyed lover.

What leaves us trembling in an empty room is not the swell of darkness in our hands, or the necklace of shale I made for you that has grown warm between us.

Shale by Vona Groarke

#vona groarke

[marcopolorules]

COMO SI CUALQUIER COSA PUDIERA⠀ ⠀ Un artículo de hace dos años es lo que inaugura⠀ mi hoguera esta noche. ¿En qué andaba metida? ¿Qué he hecho?⠀ No es como si el mundo me increpara con un «¡Haz esto!» o⠀ un «¡Haz esto!». Y no es como si aprender una cosa⠀ suponga desaprender otra. El hogar es tumbarse⠀ cuando a una le apetece tumbarse, un cuenco de porvenir⠀ junto al lecho y una ventana a la altura de la mano⠀ de modo que al abrirse, como un diario, las jornadas y todo su cortejo⠀ se escabullen suavemente, ah cuán suavemente, del dormitorio.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ AS IF ANYTHING COULD⠀ ⠀ A paper from the year before last is the start of ⠀ my tonight fire. Where was I? What have I done?⠀ It’s not as if the world was shouting, ‘Do this!’ or⠀ ‘Do this!’ at me. And it’s not as if learning one thing⠀ means unlearning one thing else. Home is to lie⠀ when you need to lie, a bowl of tomorrow left⠀ by the bed and a window at the height of your hand⠀ to open, like a diary, so the days and all their equipage⠀ slip lightly, oh so lightly, from the room.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Vona Groarke ⠀ & Ruprecht von Kaufmann @ruprecht_v_kaufmann (artist)⠀ ⠀ *Fuente literaria: @emmagunst⠀ ⠀ #portraitpainting #oilpaint #oilpainting #oilpainter #oilpaintings #oilpaints #oilportrait #oilonlinoleum #contemporaryart #oilpaintingart #contemporaryartist #contemporarypainting #contemporarypainter #contemporarypaintings #contemporary_art #contemporarypainters #contemporaryfigurativeart #contemporaryoilpainting #modernart #modernpainting #artgallery #contemporaryartgallery #figurativeart #figurativepainting #figurativeoilpainting #figurativeportrait #vagabondwho #emmagunst #marcopolorules #ruprechtvonkaufmann https://www.instagram.com/p/CCfzLBan9za/?igshid=1uviqvikhxlw7

#portraitpainting #oilpaint #oilpainting #oilpainter #oilpaintings #oilpaints #oilportrait #oilonlinoleum #contemporaryart #oilpaintingart #contemporaryartist #contemporarypainting #contemporarypainter #contemporarypaintings #contemporary_art #contemporarypainters #contemporaryfigurativeart #contemporaryoilpainting #modernart #modernpainting #artgallery #contemporaryartgallery #figurativeart #figurativepainting #figurativeoilpainting #figurativeportrait #vagabondwho #emmagunst #marcopolorules #ruprechtvonkaufmann

[circe-poetica]

Ghost Poem

Ghost Poem by Vona Groarke

Crowded at my window tonight, your ghosts will have nothing to speak of but love though the long grass leading to my door is parted neither by you leaving

nor by you coming here. The same ghosts keep in with my blood, the way a small name says itself, over and over, so one minute is cavernous

compared to the next, and I cannot locate words enough to tell you your wrist on my breast had the same two sounds to it. You are a sky over narrow water

and the ghosts at my window are a full day until I shed their loss. I want to tell you all their bone-white, straight-line prophecies

but the thought of you, this and every night, is your veins in silverpoint mapped on my skin, your life on mine, that I made up and lived inside, as real,

and I find I cannot speak of love or any of its wind-torn ghosts to you who promised warm sheets and a candle, lit, but promised me in words.

Vona Groarke, X (Gallery Press)

#vona groarke #poetry #love poem #irish

[mnic313]

“What I am after is silence in proportion to desire…”

— Vona Groarke, from “Purism”

#Vona Groarke