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In the Blood by Carl Phillips That’s still why I write–to save myself, with the hope that the poems, if only as proof that we’re together in this, might incidentally rescue a few others. from In the Blood by C…

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Carl Phillips (born 1959)

Carl Phillips (born 1959)

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There is a difference it used to make,
seeing three swans in this versus four in that
quadrant of sky. I am not imagining. It was very large, as its
effects were. Declarations of war, the timing fixed upon for a sea-
             departure; or,
about love, a sudden decision not to, to pretend instead to a kind
of choice. It was dramatic, as it should be. Without drama,
what is ritual? I look for omens everywhere, because they are everywhere
to be found. They come to me like strays, like the damaged,
something that could know better, and should, therefore—but does not:
a form of faith, you've said. I call it sacrifice—an instinct for it, or a habit
             at first, that
becomes required, the way art can become, eventually, all we have
of what was true. You shouldn't look at me like that. Like one of those
             saints
on whom the birds once settled freely.

 - Carl Phillips

Custom There is a difference it used to make, seeing three swans in this versus four in that quadrant of sky. I am not imagining. It was very large, as its effects were. Declarations of war, the timing fixed upon for a sea- departure; or, about love, a sudden decision not to, to pretend instead to a kind of choice. It was dramatic, as it should be. Without drama, what is ritual? I look for omens everywhere, because they are everywhere to be found. They come to me like strays, like the damaged, something that could know better, and should, therefore—but does not: a form of faith, you've said. I call it sacrifice—an instinct for it, or a habit at first, that becomes required, the way art can become, eventually, all we have of what was true. You shouldn't look at me like that. Like one of those saints on whom the birds once settled freely. - Carl Phillips

Carl Phillips: a master of lyrical introspection, weaving identity, desire, and the natural world into profound verse. 🌿 His poetry bridges the sensuous and the intellectual, offering a timeless exploration of the human experience. Celebrate his singular voice. #CarlPhillips #Poetry

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Fabulous invigorating poetry tonight @southbankcentre.bsky.social for #tseliot prize
we laughed we cried
Congrats all shortlisted
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America...lookin' "like heroes
inside the myth heroes seem bent on making
from the myth of themselves" -- #carlphillips @POETSorg

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#dear twitter: "his place sounds daily/more like a theater of war, each time I listen to it—" -- #carlphillips @POETSorg

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