~ remembering Stanisław Barańczak & his poem “Eroica”
~ “…holding a flagstaff, pushing a pram…”
~ Ukraine
“To seize one’s fate by the throat”
(Beethoven). But also to
feel one’s throat seized by a “fate”
one must escape, for the sake
of the children. And yet an
invading “great” power has
swollen the blood-horrific
puppet show of soldiers. These
attackers dangling from fate-
ful puppet strings bring on hate-
ful havoc; defenders stand
on …
-after francine j. harris and with Eileen
The symphony was a straitjacket
I must’ve needed. Need being relative—
the organ pipes (silver) looked like missiles,
that bright and tipped. The blue …
Standing Rock, 2017
Crawl beyond barbed wire. Stand in the place you stood,
where you burned your fingers on the barely-live
embers of the Sacred Fire’s final night, looked
at …
Working in media I walk a tightrope every day trying to adequately reflect the nuance of life and political perspectives on the island of Ireland, in particular Northern …
grieving gets its discipline done,
that’s who’s not gone’s abiding
rehearsal—biding’s ghost shit,
right? supernatch: cabinets,
corridors, doors soon rapped at;
chill heavy in grim, dim scenes;
bleak dispatches bleed …
City of ghosts. City of dead cars. City of nah to the songs
that say blah, blah, blah. Is this what I get
when my father’s dead. Is this what …
open field filmmaker weeds strawberry fields hear a flame red upright piano with its metronome ticking push “play” on the remote “relocate” be teen surrogate traceing camps’ crackled mudflats
De todos modos, las bombas caerán un día en la ciudad no tendremos nada que envidiar a los campesinos macheteados unos añitos antes bajaremos al subsuelo propiedad del Estado a buscar refugio ya estaremos entrenados …
“And yet many scientists still describe geoengineering as an inevitability—it’s just so cheap, they say … polluting the air on purpose to keep the planet cooler … and …
Our data still glimmers from their cave in the mountain, but dark comes earlier up here between your shoulders. The men want our secrets to crack as gulls eat clams: by …
