Poetry is the lonely, radical, precious expression of a single life. The singularity of the unique human soul who must cry out. Because of love, because of wounds, because of injustice, because of hunger, because of exile and migration, because of dispossession of every kind, because we have lost someone we love and cannot bear that loss, because night comes on and we are alone.

Anne Michaels
Infinite Gradation

become a language

June 27, 2019

I want us to become a language for euphoria, an alphabet of limbs

Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea
trans. Khaled Mattawa