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Saturday, 28 June 2014

Fernando Pessoa: The falling of leaves that one senses without hearing them fall


Parque das Caldas da Rainha, Portugal. Landscape architecture by Francisco Caldeira Cabral (1908-1992): photo by Manuel Silveira Ramos, 2003 (Biblioteca de Arte / Art Library Fundaçao Calouste Gulbenkian)

The further we advance in life, the more we become convinced of two contradictory truths. The first is that, confronted by the reality of life, all the fictions of literature and art pale into insignificance… They are just dreams from which one awakens, not memories or nostalgic longings with which we might later live a second life.

The second is this: every noble soul wishes to live life to the full, to experience everything and every feeling, to know every corner of the earth and, given that this is impossible, life can only be lived to the full subjectively, only lived in its entirety once renounced.

These two truths are mutually irreducible…

Nothing satisfies me, nothing consoles me, everything -- whether or not it has ever existed -- satiates me. I neither want my soul nor wish to renounce it. I desire what I do not desire and renounce what I do not have. I can be neither nothing nor everything: I’m just the bridge between what I do not have and what I do not want.

Parque das Caldas da Rainha, Portugal. Landscape architecture by Francisco Caldeira Cabral (1908-1992): photo by Manuel Silveira Ramos, 2003 (Biblioteca de Arte / Art Library Fundaçao Calouste Gulbenkian)

To cease, to be unknown and external, the stirring of branches in remote avenues, the tenuous falling of leaves that one senses without hearing them fall, the subtle sea of distant fountains, and the whole indistinct world of gardens at night, lost in endless complexities, the natural labyrinths of the dark!

To cease, to end once and for all, yet to survive in another form, as the page of a book, a loose lock of hair, a swaying creeper outside a half-open window, insignificant footsteps on the fine gravel curve of a path, the last twist of smoke high above a village as it falls asleep, the idle whip of the waggoner stopped by the road in the morning... Absurdity, confusion, extinction -- anything but life...

Parque das Caldas da Rainha, Portugal. Landscape architecture by Francisco Caldeira Cabral (1908-1992): photo by Manuel Silveira Ramos, 2003 (Biblioteca de Arte / Art Library Fundaçao Calouste Gulbenkian)

Every day things happen in the world that can’t be explained by any law of things we know. Every day they’re mentioned and forgotten, and the same mystery that brought them takes them away, transforming their secret into oblivion.

Such is the law by which things that can’t be explained must be forgotten. The visible world goes on as usual in the broad daylight. Otherness watches us from the shadows.

Parque das Caldas da Rainha, Portugal. Landscape architecture by Francisco Caldeira Cabral (1908-1992): photo by Manuel Silveira Ramos, 2003 (Biblioteca de Arte / Art Library Fundaçao Calouste Gulbenkian)

Knowing clearly that who we are has nothing to do with us, that what we think or feel is always in translation, that perhaps what we want we never wanted -- to know this every moment, to feel this in every feeling, is not this what it means to be a stranger in one’s own soul, an exile from one’s own feelings?

Parque das Caldas da Rainha, Portugal. Landscape architecture by Francisco Caldeira Cabral (1908-1992): photo by Manuel Silveira Ramos, 2003 (Biblioteca de Arte / Art Library Fundaçao Calouste Gulbenkian)

The most painful feelings, the most piercing emotions are also the most absurd ones -- the longing for impossible things precisely because they are impossible, the nostalgia for what never was, the desire for what might have been, one's bitterness that one is not someone else, or one's dissatisfaction with the very existence of the world.

I don't know if these feelings are some slow madness brought on by hopelessness, if they are recollections of some other world in which we've lived -- confused, jumbled memories, like things glimpsed in dreams, absurd as we see them now but not in their origin if we but knew what that was. I don't know if we once were other beings, whose greater completeness we sense only incompletely today, being mere shadows of what they were, beings that have lost their solidity in our feeble two-dimensional imaginings of them amongst the shadows we inhabit.

The impossibility of imagining something they might correspond to, the impossibility of finding some substitute for what in visions they embrace, all this weighs on one like a judgement given one knows not where, by whom, or why.

Parque das Caldas da Rainha, Portugal. Landscape architecture by Francisco Caldeira Cabral (1908-1992): photo by Manuel Silveira Ramos, 2003 (Biblioteca de Arte / Art Library Fundaçao Calouste Gulbenkian)

Everywhere I have been in my life, in every situation, wherever I've lived and worked alongside people, I've always been considered by everyone to be an intruder or, at the least, a stranger. Amongst my relatives as amongst acquaintances, I've always been considered an outsider. Not that even once have I been treated like that consciously, but the spontaneous response of others to me ensured that I was.

Everyone everywhere has always treated me kindly. Very few people, I think, have had so few raise their voice against them, or been so little frowned at, so infrequently the object of someone else's arrogance or irritability. But the kindness with which I was treated was always devoid of affection.  For those who would naturally be closest to me, I was always a guest who, as such, was well treated but only with the attentiveness due to a stranger and the lack of affection which is the lot of the intruder.

I'm sure that all this, I mean other people's attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges others to reflect back my own lack of feeling.

I get to know people quickly. It doesn't take long for people to grow to like me. But I never gain their affection. I've never experienced devotion. To be loved has always seemed to me an impossibility, as unlikely as a complete stranger suddenly addressing me as familiarly as 'tu' [Portuguese. Familiar second-person pronoun].

I don't know if this makes me suffer or if I simply accept it as my indifferent fate, and to which questions of suffering or acceptance do not enter.

I always wanted to please. It always hurt me that people should be indifferent towards me. As an orphan of Fortune I have, like all orphans, a need to be the object of someone's affection. I've always been starved of the realization of that need. I've grown so accustomed to this vain hunger that, at times, I'm not even sure I still feel the need to eat.

With or without it life still hurts me.

Others have someone who is devoted to them. I've never had anyone who even considered devoting themselves to me. That is for others: me, they just treat decently.

I recognize in myself the capacity to arouse respect but not affection. Unfortunately I've done nothing that in itself justifies that initial respect and so no one has ever managed fully to respect me either.

I sometimes think that I enjoy suffering. But the truth is I would prefer something else.

Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935): from The Book of Disquiet (O Livro do Desassossego), first published in Portuguese 1982, English translation by Margaret Jull Costa, 1991

Parque das Caldas da Rainha, Portugal. Landscape architecture by Francisco Caldeira Cabral (1908-1992): photo by Manuel Silveira Ramos. 2003 (Biblioteca de Arte / Art Library Fundaçao Calouste Gulbenkian)


19th century greetings card: artist unknown


sleepy fox: TC

Here are links to the later individual post entries (after 26 June 2014), in alphabetical order:

Abandonment (Bunting's Horace: Forget the weather)
Achtung! (The New Great Wall of Europe)

A Dance of Light and Shadow
A day in the park

After Chicago: The DrumpfsReich Rolls Through the Heartland
After Sidney (cloud tsunami)
After the Whirlwind
A Grievous Deception (Fabricating War Out of Absolutely Nothing)
Air of Resignation
Alice Meynell: Parentage

Alien Emergency
All-seeing Eye

Almost Time Now
Alun Lewis: Raiders' Dawn

America: Structural: This is how it's going down
American Terror
A Monster from the North: The Day the Germans Came to Kondomari (George Seferis: Postscript)

An 'Act of War'
And then the Alien turned toward Zanna
An End to Empire
A New Life
ankara / John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester: Seneca's Troas, Act 2. Chorus

Another stunning sunset: Ilan Pappe: Israel's righteous fury and its victims in Gaza
Anthropomorphism Under Attack


A Patch of Green Amid the Ruins
Aram Saroyan: Old People

A Recursive Nightmare
Aris Messinis: This week on Lesvos / George Seferis: from 'Thrush': "Light, angelic and black..."

A seemingly insatiable demand
Ask the Goats

"As many souls..."

a soul of winter
A streak of rust (Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore: Gray Fox)
At fawning time
At the Border
Attila József: Lullaby / Helen Percival: A Long Walk / Prayers of the People of the World

A Transparency (The word made from broken pieces): "Nobody is asleep in Gaza"
At Sea (Yannis Ritsos: Sources: "...between two strokes with the oars")

Austerity: A New Song on the Taxes (from Irish Street Ballads)
Austin Granger: In a wide wilderness, a far cry / Robert Creeley: Moral
A very strong energy drink
A Voice from Troy

Back into the Ruins: What is this? Just stunned
Barricade (Nâzim Hikmet Ran: Faust's House)

Barry Taylor: Foreshore Findings
Barry Taylor: Listen Closely
Being Boring

Beneath the Great World's Notice and Lost to History
Bertolt Brecht: Children of the Future

Bertolt Brecht: Die Musen / The Muses
Bertolt Brecht: On Thinking About Hell in Los Angeles, 1941 ("...just when I enter the desert")

Bertolt Brecht: Parade of the Old New
Better Together?
Beyond Gaming
Beyond the Numbers: Wislawa Szymborska: A Word on Statistics / Bálint Pörenczi: At the Hungarian border, Röszke
Black and White Like Day and Night (More Funny Things White People Do)

Black Dog
Black Wave (Pacific Melt)

Blank Space
Blending In (Lunar Impersonation)
Bolts (Lucretius: On the Nature of Things)

Borderlands: Between the Dream and the Reality
Boundary Issues

Brightness falls from the Ayre

Broken Boats / Bertolt Brecht: In Times of Extreme Persecution
Broken Promises
Broken Wing Display / Ezra Pound: Learn of the green world
But can my children eat an electronic card? / William Blake: Old Corruption's Song
"But it was in vain that I lingered beside the hawthorns"

Camilo José Vergara: When Everything Fails (Repurposing Salvation in America's Urban Ruins)
Carl Sandburg: I Am the Mob, the People (A Poetry Comic by Nora Sawyer)

Cassandra's Processional

Catch Them If You Can
Cecil the Lion, Meet Man the Killer
Chaos at Tavornik Station (On the New Route to Europe) / Joseph Ceravolo: Der Wanderer

College Pigskin Preview: The New Amazing Return of A Crazy American Girl
Commitment to a Losing Cause: Simonides of Ceos: For the Spartan Dead at Thermopylae (480 B.C.)

Cowboy Isis: 'Liberating' the Native American Cultural Relics

Craig Stephen Hicks, Angry White Men and Falling Down

Crusaders -- they're all Charlies
Crushed (George Seferis: "The blood swells now..." from Summer Solstice)
Danger Along the Border

Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore: Faced
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore: The Brother to the Dog

Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore: The Slow Orchestra of the World

Day into Night
Democracy DOA (working conditions)
Dennis Cowals: Before the Pipeline (Near the End of the Dreamtime)

Desperation (Where Go the Boats?)

Diesel; or, Inexplicable Safety Measures Must Be Good Or Why Would We Have Them?
Dirty Water

Dog Days in the Human Zoo

Don't Look Back (Wislawa Szymborska: Lot's Wife)
Dr Mads Gilbert on the Palestinian will to resist: "I compare occupation with occupation"
Dumbo Rampant: Great Moments in the Rapidly Accelerating Devolution of Murica

Dwindling Domain (Nazim Hikmet: from Living)
Easter Lilies

Easy To Forget
Edward Dorn: Bob Considine
Edward Dorn: If it should ever come
Edward Dorn: On first looking into Shakespeare's Folios just after Christmas 1998, at the New British Library
Edward Thomas: The Owl
Edwin Denby / Weegee: In Public, In Private (In the Tunnel of Love and Death)

Elephant Memories
Emily Dickinson: Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
empty podium

End of the World Cinema: Daring To Be the Same / The Commanders 
Erasing the Forgotten: Has Gaza Eluded the Historical Memory of Poetry?
Erich Fried: A Jew to Zionist Fighters ("I want to be a new Jew with these new Jews...")
Eternal Youth

Europe a Prophecy

"Everything is sighing" (Joseph Ceravolo: Come Clean)
Excellent Freedom

Ezra Pound: Canto CXIII: preparation for sky burial
Ezra  Pound: from Canto I: Into the Underworld (A Poetry Comic by Nora Sawyer)
Faces in the Sky (Mahmoud Darwish: I'm from there)

Fashion Week
Fear of Television

Fernando Pessoa: The falling of leaves that one senses without hearing them fall
Fire at the Refuge

Fire Season
Fireworks are like anything else in life, he said
Flann O'Brien: Is it about a bicycle?

Fleeing Aleppo / Joseph Ceravolo: O carrion, o carrion

Forugh Farrokhzad: The Wind Will Take Us / Street Art Iran: Nafir (Scream)
Francis and the Miracle of the Spring

Frank O'Hara: On Dealing with the Canada Question
Frank O'Hara: Spleen

Friedrich Hölderlin: Menschenbeifall / The Approval of Men
Friedrich Hölderlin: Narcyssen . . . / Jim Dine: Thistles in September
From the Homeric Hymns

Gag Reflex: Federico García Lorca: Paisaje de la multitud que vomita (Anochecer en Coney Island)
George Herbert: I got me flowers

Gérard de Nerval: El Desdichado (Chimeras)
Giuseppe Ungaretti: Lontano / Reflections in a Puddle

Global Pong (Wave Theory)
Grapefruit Moon with Murmurations
Guardng the Endeared Homelandscape: Wallace Stevens: Late Hymn on Myrrh-Mountain / Eudora Welty: Place / Rogue Blimp

Hanging by a thread

Have Mercy ((Mr. Obama, do you have a heart? A letter from Dr. Mads Gilbert, a physician working in Gaza)
Hazard Response: What Went Wrong in Happy Valley?


H.D. (Hilda Doolittle): Euripides: The Chorus to Iphigeneia
Heavy Weather (All the Uncool Kids)
Heimat: A Tribute in Light: What's So Funny 'Bout Peace, Love and Understanding
"Hello my name is..."
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey: Thassyrians king in peas with fowle desyre

Hermes Underground
Hijos de un dios mejor
Hilton Obenzinger: Treyf Pesach

Holy Week

Hovering in a cage over fog
How it went down for Thabo: NYPD chokeslam, broken leg, plain sight perpwalk show -- American dream glass half full?
How To Speak American
Hsieh T'iao: Viewing the Three Lakes

I am the bullets, the oranges and the memory: Mahmoud Darwish: Ahmad Al-Zatar / Fadwa Tuqan: Hamza
Ideology #2: With Respect
In a timeless world, as autumn comes
In a time of poisoned horses: Thomas Wyatt: If waker care, if sodayne pale Coulor

In Darkness: Joseph Ceravolo: The pains of children / Baraa Al-Halabi: The death of the seller
Indonesia Is On Fire: A dismal Situation

In Mondo Novo

In Our Town
Insecurity: Burundi
Inside the Bubble Nebula
Inside the No-Go Zone: Exploring the Hidden Secrets of the Brum Caliphate ("83 outfits on the 8:30 train from Selly Oak")
Inside the Wake and Death Experience Pavilion

In the Clock Forest, where every living thing is a target
In the Dark
In the fun house

In the Harvest Season: Vassilis Zambaras: Stopping by a Grove of Ancient Olive Trees Near Twilight, I Think Myself Fortunate
In the other life: George Seferis: Mathios Paskalis Among the Roses
In the Shadows: A 'Mystery' for Mrs. General

In the unlivable land

In Whose Hands? (Jess Housty: Cormorant) 
I Scare Myself: Marguerite Yourcenar: Exploring the Dark Brain of Piranesi's Prisons
Is not the night restless for them?

Is something broken in The Great Towns? Dougie Wallace: Shoreditch Wildlife
It Changes Everything (Perilous Sanctuary) 

Its horn more precious than gold
Ivor Gurney: First Time In ["After the dread tales..."]
Ivor Gurney: Possessions
I will make mine arrows drunk with blood 
Je Suis Virunga

Jim Dine: Murder (for Tom Raworth)
Jim Dine: My Letter to the Troops
Jim Dine: 'When Creeley met Pep' (simply a doll to love)
John Clare: Clock-a-Clay
John Clark: Before the Birth of Uber and Lyft: Driving Cab in the City in the 70s

John Donne: A nocturnall upon S.Lucies day, Being the shortest day; with certain Druidical factions
John Ford's Point

John Frank Keith: Oh, Yeah?
John Keats: La belle dame sans merci ("The sedge has withered from the Lake...")

Jorge Luis Borges: Jactancia de quietud

Joseph Ceravolo: A Piece of Glass / Stephen Ratcliffe: 12.20
Joseph Ceravolo: Irish Entry

Joseph Ceravolo: October 5, 1986 ("Set us free, set us free")
Joseph Ceravolo: Three Late Poems / Birds of Malheur National Wildlife Refuge
Joseph Ceravolo: "When a spirit comes to me..."

Josephine Miles: Saving the Bay
Josephine Miles: Tally / Silencing the Lambs

Just a perfect day for global epic reflection
Keeping an eye on the ball in Jupiter
Key to the Infinite

killing us while we are sleeping

King of the Grifters
Last Dance

Last Train to Europe
last transit of mercury

Late Summer Evening
Leaving Debaltseve: "The whole town is destroyed"
Lemur lost -- last redoubt (Wislawa Szymborska: Consolation)

Lets have ice cream at the junkyard / Wallace Stevens: Madame La Fleurie

"Let's stay alert": Beatdown of a Black Man in Beersheba, the Daring Dance of the Demon King and other scenes along Refugee Road
Lights out in BEAU Y Town
Limited Vision
Lines stenciled on trashbin lid

Little Girl
Lorenzo Thomas: Inauguration
Lorenzo Thomas: MMDCCXIII 1/2   

lost souls
Love Songs
Luna de Sangre: Hasbara Moon ("And Then We Were Free")

Mahmoud Darwish: "In everything there's a being that suffers": Two Poems from the Occupation
Mahmoud Darwish: In Jerusalem
Mahmoud Darwish: Psalm 9 ("O rose beyond the reach of time and the senses") / Stop Paying for Ethnic Cleansing and Send Your Kids to College for Free: A Modest Billboard Proposal

Mahmoud Darwish: Silence for Gaza
Mahmoud Darwish: Think of Others

Mahmoud Darwish: Under Siege
Mahmoud Darwish: Words
Malheur: Refuge / an end to the shofars

Marcia Roberts: Revealed and Not Revealed
Margaret Lucas Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle: Of Many Worlds in This World
Marianne Moore: The Pangolin
Mario Vargas Llosa: The horror that is called Hebron / Hazzem Azzeh: Holdout in H2

Marwan Ali: Train / Ahmed Ashraf: The Iron Way
Marwan Ali: Translation

Marwan Barghouti: There will be no peace until Israel's occupation of Palestine ends / Erich Fried: Was es ist

Meanwhile in Athens (Vassilis Zambaras: Web)
Meditation: Cat Dancer
meeting nowhere, no before and after

Michael Lally: Swing Theory: 2
Migrants on death path through the ruins: Wislawa Szymborska: "I don't seek refuge for eternity" (1962) / "We used to know the world inside out" (1945)
Migratory: 'We are alone'
Minnie: Safely Home

Mohamedou Ould Slahi: Guantánamo Diary
Mon brillant hiver sur le magnifique lac Érié
Movie of the Year: Leviathan: In the Belly of the Beast

Munitions Madness: Procurement and Disposal
My Obsession

Mystery Goo: Mercy, Mercy Me
Nancy Morejon: Tobacco Worker
Naomi Shihab Nye: For Mohammed Zeid of Gaza, Age 15
Nâzim Hikmet Ran: I Come and Stand At Every Door

Nâzim Hikmet Ran: Things I Didn't Know I Loved (on the Prague-Berlin train)

Nâzim Hikmet Ran: Two Poems
Negativland: No Other Possibility ("...dying is easy, comedy is hard")
Neoteny / Privilege

New Moon (Not Dark Yet)
Nin Andrews / Vanessa Winship: Home Comforts

nobody's place in the line

no man's land / Vallejo: two poems from Trilce
No More Tangles: The birth of a truly digital world in which nothing can ever again go wrong, mostly
no one knows
No one to rock the cradle (Nazim Hikmet: You must live with great seriousness, like a squirrel) 

No Place Like Ohm
Now do you understand why they choose the sea?

Obscurity (Brecht: "This is the year which people will be silent about")
Observations on Recently Discovered Locus of Possible Intelligent Life (The important thing is, you have to have something important to say about the world)

Of Kith and Kin: Braemar: A Royal Gathering / Kobane: Three Funerals and a Wedding
On the Great Hungarian Plain
On the village green

O-o-h Child
Open Arms

Out of Africa: Gorilla Happiness, while there's still time
Pablo Neruda: I want to talk with the pigs
Pablo Neruda: Keeping Quiet

Palintology: Final Words
Paratactic "Correspondences": Friedrich Hölderlin: Griechenland (Greece): "Toward wooded Avignon"

Pay-To-Play Killer Cop: The Death of Eric Harris, the Black Holocaust and 'Bad' History in Oklahoma
Peckerwood Diplomacy
Pedestrians -- A Problem in Traffic Engineering  
Philae Lander: Fade Out / Frantz Fanon: The End of the European Game 

Philandering Moon (We Are Not a Virus)
Philip Larkin: Aubade

Philip Larkin: Kid Stuff
Philip Larkin: The Beats: A Few Simple Words
Philip Whalen: Alleyway
Pindar: In Elysium

Poetry and Extreme Weather Events: William McGonagall: The Tay Bridge Disaster 
Polar Bears: The Big Sleep ("Is the white bear worth seeing?")
Praxilla of Sicyon: What I leave behind

Pressure Drop: Democracy in Chains: The Reluctant Capitulation of the Recalcitrant Victim (John Giorno: An Unemployed Machinist)

Price reductions
Private Moment: If you could read my mind

Projections of a Dream

Rainer Maria Rilke: Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes -- she was already lost
Rainy Night in Oaktown

Ray Bradbury: There Will Come Soft Rains

Re-admitting Eternity (Joseph Ceravolo: No Complaints)
Really Not a Planet

Rebuilding the House of Stones: A Meditation Outside the Fertile Grounds Cafe
"...recall carefree days..."

Red Shuttleworth: Three Poems from the Bone-Dry West
Red State Scream Preview (A Period Haunting)
Relocation (the new ABCs)
Rescinded Projection

"Restless it roules and unsecure..."
Rites of Spring: Fire
Robert Creeley: A Wicker Basket
Robert Creeley: For Debora
Robert Creeley: Love

Robert Creeley: Was
Robert Herrick: To his saviour. The New yeers gift
Robert Walser: A Biedermeier Story 
Robert Walser: The Battle of Sempach
Robert Walser: The Job Application

Robert Walser: Yes, I confess that for some years past
Roberto Bolaño: Among the Horses
Robinson Jeffers: De Rerum Virtute
Robinson Jeffers: Night Without Sleep
Robinson Jeffers: Pelicans

Robinson Jeffers: Point Joe
Rohingya: Adrift

Rollin' In It: Celebrating the Tyranny of Freedom
Rowing Towards the Holy Well of the Insane on St Valentine's Day

Rumi: The Diver's Clothes Lying Empty (A Poetry Comic by Nora Sawyer)
Russell Edson: The Pilot
Samuel Beckett: Cascando

Samuel Beckett: My Family
Samuel Johnson: On the Problem of Evil

Say What You Will
Second Eye Whiteness

Seeing Multiples: Ghosts of Jönköping ("We are somewhere else")
Self-Immolation / Erich Fried: Angst und Zweifel (Anxiety and Doubt)

Shadows on the Bridge
Shock (but there it is)
Shopping for the Design: The New Militia Wish List (You Can't Always Get What You Want)

Simon Schuchat: Lion

Slipping the Chain
Smoke Alarm

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen: Eternalization (Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem)  
Sophocles: Oedipus the King: On the shore of the god of evening (The chorus prays for deliverance from the epidemic)

Speedway Traffic Interruption

Spooked American Coots
startled by the light
Stevie Smith: Away, Melancholy

Stevie Smith: Oblivion
Stevie Smith: Songe d'Athalie (Vision prémonitoire)
Stretching It
Studying the ashes under the stars (George Seferis: Fires of St. John)

Sy Hersh: My Lai Revisited: "We were carrying the war very hard to them"

Ted Berrigan: Sonnet XXXVI, Personal  Poem #9 and History: What's Uijeongbu Got To Do With It?

Telos -- The End? (Yannis Ritsos: It's taking us a long time to get old)
Terence Patrick Winch: Music for Earthlings

Terence Patrick Winch: Today I Went Out 
That secret depth: Thomas Traherne: A Serious and Pathetical Contemplation of the Mercies of God / Jorge Guadalupe Lizárraga: In this world
The Avenger (Lorine Niedecker: "A monster owl...")
The Awaited

"...the bait unreasonably swallowed..."
The battle for Aleppo / animal rescue
the daily screenshot  The defense of europe
The defense of europe

The Desertification of Eden
The Domestic Life of Elmer O'Fydd Briefly Considered As An Aspect of the Neverending Cosmic Spectacle of Uncaring

The exhausted voyager makes landfall (from Chapman's Odyssey)
The Forgotten
The General Comes Home: Miko Peled: "Gaza reminds us of Zionism's original sin"
"The hibbing of those vipern lorke that quann..."

The Human Abstract
The Jews of Asia
The Last Rhodesian Barbeque
The Lie Behind the Timeline: How 2015 Was Framed
The Love Dolls

The meaning of world football
The most patriotic picture ever taken of me

The NFL Experience: "All / the great / ideologies" packed into thirty seconds

The Night Visitors
The old country

The only moment we have is right now
There is a guy at my school

There must be something
The return of the exhausted monarchy
The Ritual Aspect

The Shield of Archilochus
The Sky Is Crying

The Tunnel
"These faint pastel bands..."
The Spider and the Fly

The Stations of the Forced Wanderer (Nazim Hikmet Ran: 20 September 1945)
The strange haunting song of Bad Canary; or how not to spend your summer vacation
The Toll: Asmaa Al-Ghoul: Never ask me about peace again
the worst people in the world

They Have Come This Far, How Much Farther Do They Have To Go?
Things Fall Apart

ThisIsACoup (Vassilis Zambaras: Hope Dies Last / An Air of Acquiescence)
This Is Hollywood
This is where the magic happens (Dark Money)
Thomas Campion: Now winter nights enlarge
Thomas Hardy: Waiting Both

Thomas Wyatt: in Spayn (The ambassador revoked from his post returns to the city sought by Brutus in dreams)

Thomas Wyatt: It may be good (infinite recursion)
Thomas Wyatt: Stond who so list vpon the Slipper toppe / Seneca: Chorus Two: from Thyestes
Thomas Wyatt: The longe love that in my thought doeth harbar / Petrarch: Amor che nel penser mio vive e regna

Thousand Year Empire
Through the eyes of a child

Tightly Protected
"Time rotates..."

Tom Clark: Evening Train
Tom Raworth: Shadows

Trials of Transportation
trouble every day

Trumplandia: A Vision
Turbulence and Serenity: van Gogh at Auvers, June-July 1890: Last Strokes
Tymnes: The Maltese Dog

Ugandan Elections: Boxed Out / Joseph Ceravolo: where is the guide, O Hermes
Under American Falls

Under the Painted Staircase

Unearthly Beauty
Unlock the Gates

Vachel Lindsay: The Little Turtle: A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old; together with a Humane Consideration of the Hazards of Turtle Intervention
Victory Day

Viral (Philip Larkin: Myxomatosis)
Vultures on the Watchtower
Waiting on Tomorrow

Wallace Stevens: A flight of birds that disappeared from the ruin as we entered the picture / Simon Howard: ((sonnet)) ("numerous crows all sound...")
Wallace Stevens: Forms of the Rock in a Night-Hymn

Wallace Stevens: Of Mere Being
Wallace Stevens: Questions Are Remarks ("Mother, my mother, who are you")

Wallace Stevens: Seventy Years Later, from The Rock
Wallace Stevens: The Plain Sense of Things
Wallace Stevens: The Poem as Icon
Wallace Stevens: The World as Meditation

Wallace Stevens: Thinking of a Relation between the Images of Metaphors
Walter de La Mare: Napoleon: Ideological ascendancy in the least rational campaign in recent memory

Walt Whitman / John Neubauer: By Broad Potomac's Shore

War of the Climate Worlds: Warming Trend 1, Snowmageddon 0
War of the Worlds: Behemoth vs. Leviathan: Everything is everyone's fault
W.B. Yeats: The Second Coming (A  Sideshow)
Welcome home, villager: A window into the minds of the occupiers ("the most moral army in the world")
We'll Leave a Light On

Wet Leaves
What I Did on My Summer Vacation
What is the value of a stone? / Erich Fried: Ertrag

When medics cry
When the voices of children are heard on the green

Where Is the House of the Friend?
Where There's Smoke

Where to stay
While we were away at the circus of representation: Ten minutes and then no home -- no memory, no history
"Who you out here for?"
Why are you punishing me? What is my crime? (Yannis Ritsos: Diaries of Exile)

Why Hillary   
Wild Visitations (Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore: The Sound of Geese Over the House)

William Carlos Williams / Dorothea Lange: The Descent
William Carlos Williams: The Thing

Wisconsin: early signs

Wislawa Szymborska: Children of Our Age ("To acquire a political meaning / you don't even have to be human")
Wislawa Szymborska: Distraction
Wislawa Szymborska: Hatred (It almost makes you have to look away)
Wislawa Szymborska: Map

Wislawa Szymborska: Some like poetry
Wislawa Szymborska: Tarsier

Wislawa Szymborska: Utopia
women's day

Yannis Ritsos: The Unhinged Shutter

Yarmouk: 'I Am Not a Statistic'
Yesterday is not forever

You (V) (Hölderlin)