Like Many Poets, Im In Love With How The Word Stanza Comes From The Italian For Room, Or More Literally,

“Like many poets, I’m in love with how the word “stanza” comes from the Italian for “room,” or more literally, a “standing place.” I love thinking about how poems consist of rooms and can stand as houses, live as meeting places. I obsess about what kind of meetings a poem can bring about—surprising ones, strange ones. […] I’d like my poems to say (to myself, to a reader): you can bring all of yourself into these rooms, including what you have yet to know about yourself, your worlds, your dreams. Your myths and questions, yes.”

— Chen Chen, from his interview with 32 poems

girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen

A year in fragments

i. Jenny Xie, from Eye Level: Poems; “Zuihitsu” ii. February 1, 1922, The Diaries of Franz Kafka iii. March 5, 1922, The Diaries of Franz Kafka iv. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing v. Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre vi. John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent vii. Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre viii. Raymond Carver ix. James Baldwin, Just Above My Head// Lea Malot x. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables xi. Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Elizabeth Holland (early November 1865) xii. Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem

“Love is so embarrassing. I bled in your bed. I’m sorry. I have built you a shore with all my best words & still, the waves.”

— Claire Schwartz, from Bound

*kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead*  *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a c

midnight snack 🍜

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