This Is a Poem That Heals Fish: An Almost Unbearably Wonderful Picture-Book About How Poetry Works Its Magic
"A poem ... is when you are in love and have the sky in your mouth."
"A poem ... is when you are in love and have the sky in your mouth."
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You wear a hat, you’re not a hat. State nouns are verbs that we talk about like they are nouns. Hurry, panic, frenzy, rage, funk, stupor, daze, fog, rut, bind, pickle, fix, slump, tailspin, tizzy. Notice that they’re almost all negative… You’re in a hurry. Really? I get that
"Death makes human beings seem like very small containers that are packed so densely we can only be aware of a fraction of what's inside us from moment to moment."
A cartographer posits that our maps should be messier . “The idea that we must have a crisp line dividing one country from another is often inaccurate when it comes to what states are actually claiming.”
I got the sense that this biennial is hiding from the world today instead of reflecting on it.