biancastone's profile picture. Poet raiding the inarticulate w shabby equipment. Philosophy, Psychoanalysis, VT Poet's laureate; author @Tin_House; founder @RuthStoneHouse & @OdeAndPsyche

Bianca Stone

@biancastone

Poet raiding the inarticulate w shabby equipment. Philosophy, Psychoanalysis, VT Poet's laureate; author @Tin_House; founder @RuthStoneHouse & @OdeAndPsyche

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I have a new poem in The New Yorker-- I'm thinking how Derrida said that to say what poetry "is" would be to renounce knowledge. The beautiful thing about poetry is its event of knowledge, never settling, always unfolding, IN the poem, between people: newyorker.com/magazine/2023/…

newyorker.com

“What’s Poetry Like?”

“Poets play the winter tarantella, / making love in the midnight hours / on a white iron bed like a dog skeleton.”


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Truth.

Amy_Siskind's tweet image. Truth.

In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic fire will burn up the masks, and the theater, leaving not a wrack behind. Freud came to give the show away.... Norman O Brown (Loves Body, "Person")

biancastone's tweet image. In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic fire will burn up the masks, and the theater, leaving not a wrack behind. Freud came to give the show away....  

Norman O Brown (Loves Body, "Person")

This has to be the funniest @ChurchTimes headline of the year, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

DrFrancisYoung's tweet image. This has to be the funniest @ChurchTimes headline of the year, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️


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A poem of hers I often return to, and one, I'm guessing, you're familiar with.

phillipcrymble's tweet image. A poem of hers I often return to, and one, I'm guessing, you're familiar with.

<The Suns Light when he unfolds it Depends on the Organ that beholds it.> Blake

biancastone's tweet image. &amp;lt;The Suns Light when he unfolds it 
Depends on the Organ that beholds it.&amp;gt;

Blake

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I myself am hell

biancastone's tweet image. I myself am hell

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Ruth Stone died on this day, November 19th, 2012. In her first book, In an Iridescent Time, she wrote this poem in the posthumous voice that will not leave you once you read it:

biancastone's tweet image. Ruth Stone died on this day, November 19th, 2012. 
In her first book, In an Iridescent Time, she wrote this poem in the posthumous voice that will not leave you once you read it:


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“But a day will come when the dead and the living change places.” (Tranströmer) “The dead are born, they do not die. The two worlds have been switched. When we think we are alive, we are dead” (Pessoa)

pallakschh's tweet image. “But a day will come when the dead and the living change places.” (Tranströmer)

“The dead are born, they do not die. The two worlds have been switched. When we think we are alive, we are dead” (Pessoa)

I inherited a dark wood, but today I'm walking in the other wood, the light one. Tranströmer (Fulton translation)

biancastone's tweet image. I inherited a dark wood, but today I&apos;m walking in the other wood, the light one.

Tranströmer 
(Fulton translation)


Happy Birthday to the unparalleled Sharon Olds--

biancastone's tweet image. Happy Birthday to the unparalleled Sharon Olds--

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The continuing efforts of local river guardians to investigate the Cherwell waste dump are really highlighting the utter incompetence of @EnvAgency & their failure to uphold the law. It now appears that complaints about the rubbish were made by local people as far back as May &…

paulpowlesland's tweet image. The continuing efforts of local river guardians to investigate the Cherwell waste dump are really highlighting the utter incompetence of @EnvAgency &amp;amp; their failure to uphold the law. 

It now appears that complaints about the rubbish were made by local people as far back as May &amp;amp;…

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