Find The Poets, My Friend Said. They Will Not Speak Of The Things You And I Speak About. They Will Not
Find the poets, my friend said. They will not speak of the things you and I speak about. They will not speak of economic integration or fiscal consolidation.
They could not tell you anything about the burden of adjustment.
But they could sit you down and tell you how poems are born in silence and sometimes, in moments of great noise, of how they arrive like the rain, unexpectedly cracking open the sky.
They will talk of love, of course, as if it were the only thing that mattered, about chestnut trees and mountain tops, and how much they miss their dead fathers.
They will talk as they have been talking for centuries, about holding the throat of life, till all the sunsets and lies are choked out, till only the bones of truth remain.
The poets, my friend, are where they have always been— living in paper houses without countries, along rivers and in forests that are disappearing.
And while you and I go on with life remembering and forgetting,
the poets remain: singing, singing.
-Tishani Doshi
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This is heaven
a poem I wrote for Gaza :
How do you speak of a sacred earth beneath your feet,
Then sow seeds of sorrow where prayers meet?
Tell me, how does holiness reign in the land,
When mosques and churches crumble by your hand?
Where is the sanctity in smoldering skies,
In ancient trees set ablaze before our very eyes?
These silent sentinels, older than your lineage, burn—
How can you claim this holy ground, yet spurn
Its very essence with fire and fury unleashed,
Turning sanctuaries into battlegrounds, peace deceased?
How can you belong to a land you scar,
And still stand before it, claiming to bear its star?
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“Happy were the ages when the starry sky was the map of all possible paths, ages of such perfect social integration that no drug was required to link the hero to the whole.”
— Ben Lerner, Leaving the Atocha Station
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good poetry makes me want to kill myself but by staying alive
"Doomed by the narrative" is sexy and all but i think the narrative wanting to save a character who is utterly set on dooming themselves isnt as much of a thing and it's so good as a concept
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