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Posts by Cole Chaudhari

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Denis Johnson

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Jim Harrison

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Lisel Muller

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Linda Pastan (❤️‍🩹)

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Linda Pastan

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John Ashbery

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Found poem

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A beautiful evening of poetry and the poetics of friendship! Thank you again to @tomsnarsky.bsky.social for curating such a generous and inspiring space.

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From John Cody’s book on Emily Dickinson

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Can a desire be a mistake?

Can a desire be a mistake?

Fanny Howe

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Let writing get to the real topography that we are taped to.
Instead of serenading the landscape with gentle reprimands and sly innuendo, poetry could help with the labor of dislodging some of those boulders. Enough bodies lie already under them. Let the imagination use its power to see what pathway could lead up and into the terrain of a habitable possibility.

Let writing get to the real topography that we are taped to. Instead of serenading the landscape with gentle reprimands and sly innuendo, poetry could help with the labor of dislodging some of those boulders. Enough bodies lie already under them. Let the imagination use its power to see what pathway could lead up and into the terrain of a habitable possibility.

Noah De Lissovoy

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James Merrill

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this is in ~12 hours!! so excited to hear @gr8earlofhell.bsky.social, @airbudhockey.bsky.social, @lemjamin.bsky.social, and @chaudhari.bsky.social — link in quoted thread to register to listen live :)

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William Bronk

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To stay here forever. To lie down.
Lord, let us leave these petty shacks
of masonite, this angular scrub-forest,
speaking incessantly of the love of man
for woman, of woman for man, of man
for man, of woman for both woman and man
and journey to some antique pergola
whose orange lozenges cast the light of reason
on these appalled, formal faces.

To stay here forever. To lie down. Lord, let us leave these petty shacks of masonite, this angular scrub-forest, speaking incessantly of the love of man for woman, of woman for man, of man for man, of woman for both woman and man and journey to some antique pergola whose orange lozenges cast the light of reason on these appalled, formal faces.

speaking incessantly of the love

John Ashbery

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Jane Hirshfield

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Ted Berrigan

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Symphonies of Dirt and Dust Chris Trapper · Symphonies of Dirt & Dust · Song · 2015

“As soon as I remember all the reasons I love you / is as soon as I remember it’s too late”

A perfect song for Sundays by Chris Trapper
open.spotify.com/track/5ZCM6k...

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Jim Harrison

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