There are strangers above me, below me, and all around me and we are all strange in this place of recent invention.
Елена Захарьеваhas quotedlast year
I’d rather understand how to sing from a crow who was never good at singing or much of anything but finding gold in the trash of humans.
So what are we doing here I ask the crow parading on the ledge of falling that hangs over this precarious city?
Crow just laughs and says wait, wait and see and I am waiting and not seeing anything, not just yet.
But like crow I collect the shine of anything beautiful I can find.
Елена Захарьеваhas quotedlast year
There is no poetry where there are no mistakes, said the next messenger. I am a human being, I said.
minnahas quoted3 months ago
Always my art took place in private places, in the dark, far from public view. Even then, it was what I wanted to do with my life, “to be an artist,” I always answered.
minnahas quoted3 months ago
Here is where poetry showed up, at this intersection of a glimmer of self-knowledge and the need to make art of whatever materials are at hand
minnahas quoted3 months ago
myth as an archetypal reality, not as falsehood
minnahas quoted3 months ago
his poetry taught me that becoming human was the most honorable task of poetry
minnahas quoted3 months ago
Half of her soul was enmeshed in the internal battle of what am I in this place of loss and heartbreak? How do I bear the weight of my soul?
minnahas quoted3 months ago
in a land that had been taken from us—a land no one could own.
minnahas quoted3 months ago
Or now that the world is neither flat nor round but in the shape of a spiral, the shape of the mind of God.