Much Has Been Said And Written About The ‘haiku Moment’ - That It Blurs The Distinction Between ‘subject’

And of course there was music, though it was me and my incessant remembering.

Ada Limón, Banished Wonders

Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it is definitely a Thing with Claws.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

All the bells say: too late.

John Berryman, Dream Song 29

Sometimes, there seems to be a halfway point between where you've been and everywhere else, and we were there.

Ada Limón, Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning

Tomorrow either I will murder you or you will rinse the knife in water

Garous Abdolmalekian, Flashback tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

tragedy is thinking in action, thinking upon action, for the sake of action

- Simon Critchley, Tragedy, the Greeks, and Us

Make much of me why don't you.

Matthea Harvery, Not So Much Miniature As Far Away

What sense is there in pain at all - however we contrive it for ourselves as we cast about for ways to bind up the wound between us and God?

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

free me from my longing

Anna Czekanowicz, tr. Regina Grol

For why is it meaningless to write with no other function than to assuage fear? Doesn’t that function in itself have a meaning? And why fear the dismantling of language’s semantic function, its being representational of meaning, when that is but one more fear that will drive those in opposition to écriture to write?

Mary Ruefle, On Fear