For February 28, I'm reading/listening to yesterday's episode of the Slowdown podcast. The #poem is "Strayberries and Cream" by Jeff Dolven.
What alternatives to the Turing Test can you imagine?
For Leap Day of 2020, I'm reading Linda D. Addison's "Things That Earth No Longer Bears"
The starting verse is quite a thing: "Existence observed, without passion, the brief time of humans"
First of March, and I'm reading Bogi Takács's "Spatiotemporal Discontinuity"
A lot catches my attention in this #poem, both the embodiment, but especially the existential there:
"There is the before. …
There is / the after. …
there is silence."
On March 2, 2020, I'm reading Nikoline Kaiser's "Ode to an Asexual"
I like the final stanza, it's nice to read quite an erotic #poem that is not sexual for a change.
It's March 3, and I read Margaret Rhee's "Dear Love"
Many things are beautiful in this #poem, most importantly it's depiction of queer love. The first stanza pushes beautifully against the it gets better ideology that took over for a few years. For that I'm glad I'm reading it today.
Today, on March Fourth, I read Beth Cato's #poem "Other Worlds to Save"
I tend to dislike politicians, bureaucrats, and the like, but I really liked the sense of playing games during the downtime of negotiations. I feel like I'm doing this: endless job applications, with some downtime overrun with melancholy and games.
Today is the Fifth of March, and I read a poem by Emory Noakes called "In Which My Grandma Kicks Ass and Takes Names During the Zombie Apocalypse"
The title is long, and the #poem is great.
For the seventh, of the third month, of the 2020th year of the common era, I'm reading Ann K. Schwader's #poem "Deep Solar Minimum Blues"
The last two verses sound just about right to me: "Our sun is at its quietest in years, / Yet all is not as calm as it appears."
For March 8, 2020, I read Leah Bobet's #poem "The Death of the Gods"
I don't know what to make of this poem. I do know that we do hold a lot of grief for people we hold dear who turn out not to be what they could have been in our eyes.
9 of March of 2020, and I read this curious piece of #poetry by A.D. Harper titled "unknown search terms"
Much to say about this poem, it's absolutely lovely, about the curious friendly tresspassers who leave a note and read your books.
It is March Third 2020. I'm reading Cam Kelly's #poem "Playing Fetch with the Grim"
I especially love the body transformation theme that goes along with the Grim as playful drooling dog theme.
I'm a bit late for the March 11 reading, but this is what I read shortly past the midnight deadline: Mayra Paris's "New York, 2009"
Although I didn't grow up in New York, I did spend the best times of my 2010s in that city and I do feel that I've marked the city blocks "like melanistic push pins"
For March 12 2020, I am reading "The Wooden Box", a #poem by Annie Neugebauer.
I had a friend who had a scar similar to the zipper described in the poem. They regularly joked about hiding things in there.
Friday the 13th in March of 2020, and I'm reading Emily Smith's #poem "Such Monstrous Births"
Watch out for the content warnings in this one, it's a particularly heavy read. Also do not search for an image of the condition if you're squeamish.
It's Pi Day of 2020, I'm reading Andrei Dorian Gheorghe's "Cosmic Agglomeration"
It's lovely and there is no such thing as "too many #poems for a poor reader!"
March 15, 2020, and I'm reading E.F. Schraeder's #poem "Procrastination (A Lullaby)"
Eerie to read this while thinking of social distancing and quarantines.
It's March 16 2020. I'm reading "Electrical Symbols" by M.C. Childs
This is a curious #poem, take a look at it for image fragments, or listen to it in the podcast version for a curious recording of the reading.
On 17 of March of 2020, I'm reading Ada Hoffmann's #poem "Who Do You Think You Are"
That opening stanza was just wow: "You ask as if there is shame in thinking, as if I am sure of my thoughts,
but I think what I can scarcely say."
The time's been running on March 19, so I'm reading a #poem about time travel by S.R. Tombran called "A Tiime Traveler's Field Notes"
It feels right to be reading this poem. Some of its verses sound like aphorisms: "The wise man builds his house nowhere."
It's a bit late for Day 80 of 2020, but I read "Illiteracy" by Scott E. Green and Herb Kauderer.
This is such a peculiar #poem, talking about a specific type of #literacy that surely the humans will never understand. It comes at a peculiar time for me too, spending my time wishing I could be teaching some media literacy to relatives.
For March 21 2020 I am reading Don Raymond's #poem titled "The Billion-Year Day"
The poem is just beautiful. Any ideas what the black oasis descried in the poem? I've got a running theory it's a SMBH, maybe Sagittarius A*?
It's been a day y'all, so I'm reading quite late (for March 24) a #poem by Patrick Armstrong, published in Star*Line:
"their language sounds like knives
on bones; I’m glad
the translator’s dead"
Quite dramatic and I (as a translator) will think about this for quite some time.
For Day 26 of Month 3 of Year 2020, I'm reading S. Qiouyi Lu's "Inside the Ironheart"
I needed something to calm me down and here the final part of this #poem does that:
"lightyears from Earth
Guanyin still hears
the cries of the world"
Last Friday of March (phew!), and I'm reading a #poem by Terese Mason Pierre "A New Face"
This makes me think of a famous singer who died during WW2 in Egypt, and of small minority faiths in the region that believe in the transmigration of the souls after deaths, and if Asmahan was returned to us.
It's March 29 or Day 89, and I read a #poem by Gabriel Ascencio Morales titled "Abstraction"
Take not of the visual #poetry in the piece. I also really recommend the podcast form by Ciro Faienza which has quite amazing sound design: http://strangehorizons.com/podcasts/podcast-abstraction/
Today's (3/30) #poem is by Saudamini Deo called "From, To"
What is it that you do on boring train rides? The poem reminded me of how much I've ridden the bus between Binghamton and New York, and how many times I've witnessed things go wrong between these cities.
For the End of March, I'm reading Alicia Cole's #poem "The Far Western Regions of the Archipelago are Where the Dragons Live"
I've spent the day coding a manuscript (possibly long forgotten): "There is no darkness in death. Just a long chain of islands." Is this what manuscripts/texts/words feel when they are forgotten?
Happy April 92nd day of 2020, I'm reading Ameé Hennig's "My Unborn Babies"
I've been reading a hard science fiction novel with a focus on a genetic bottleneck, which led me to looking for a relevant #poem. I wasn't successful, but I ended up finding this poem about Andromeda joining the Milky Way.
April 2nd, of 2020, I'm reading Mary McMyne's "The Mother Searches for her Own Story"
I'm going to spend quite some time thinking about those who's stories were abandoned by the writers.
Today's #poem is A. Laraque-Ho's "The Uncertainty Principle"
I quite appreciated the sentiments I felt about the worms not caring about endings, and gravity as a choke.
Day 99 of 2020, I'm reading D.A. Xiaolin Spires' "behind the self-help section"
Is there a better description of the self-help book sections?
For April 9 and the Hundredth, I'm reading Jessy Randall's #poem about Mary Agnes Chase:
After this I ended up reading her biography seems quite interesting, since I wasn't aware of the botany connection.
For April 16th, 2020, I read this #poem by Cynthia So's called "The Unicorn's Questions"
Reading this poem made me think that I want unicorns to laugh at me.
For April 17th, 2020, I'm reading this #poem by Lu "Ship" Everman called "Valley"
What caught my eyes here the most was the distinction between the borne and the Bearer. And I'll be thinking about this for the rest of the week probably.
It's the 110th Day of the year, and the 110th #poem I'm reading is "'Eating Disorder' does not begin to describe it" by R.B. Lemberg.
This poem is intense and worthy of a long slow read. I most appreciated eating's relationship to memory.
April 20, I'm reading Robin Gow's #poem "Red No. 1"
You should read the other two pieces of #poetry as well.
Today is April 22, and I went back to Star*Line to look for reading material and chose "Mothership" by Bobbie Lovell
A lovely #poem for the 6 and a half years that I lived as a migrant I was never really homesick. And then at the end I really felt like my folks, kin, and social environment did this: "all outcomes reduced to stay or go".
April 23, and I'm reading S. Donnelly's #poem "Messages Sent Between Two Drifters Over an Impossible Distance"
This reminds me of teenage long-distance crushes texting on AIM and MSN.
Friday, the Twenty Fourth of the Fourth of the Twentieth of the Twenty First. And I'm reading the #poem "Promised Land" by Mohammad Ali Maleki.
Migratory experiences can be nightmarish, but exile from your migration is infinetly worse. The poet lives in #Australia's migration prison in Manus (look that up.)
It's been a day, but for the 25th, I'm reading Jasmeet Dosanjh's #poem "A Spirit Friend"
This reminds me of the non-playgrounds I turned into playgrounds back in the day. One of them was a rain pond riddled with construction waste behind my school that we used to escape to. Every space is an ecosystem.
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