Detail of the Fire

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Photo by TJ Parker

A man with a bandage is in the middle of something.
Everyone understands this. Everyone wants a battlefield.

Red. And a little more red.

Accidents never happen when the room is empty.
Everyone understands this. Everyone needs a place.

People like to think war means something.

What can you learn from your opponent? More than you think.
Who will master this love? Love might be the wrong word.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
We know who our enemies are. We know.

~Richard Siken

Detail Of The Hayfield

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Photo by TJ Parker

I followed myself for a long while, deep into the field.

Two heads full of garbage.

Our scope was larger than I realized,
which only made me that much more responsible.

Yellow, yellow, gold, and ocher.
We stopped. We held the field. We stood very still.

Everyone needs a place.

You need it for the moment you need it, then you bless it—
thank you soup, thank you flashlight—

and move on. Who does this? No one.

~Richard Siken

The Way The Light Reflects

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Photo by TJ Parker

THE PAINT doesn’t move the way the light reflects,
so what’s there to be faithful to? I am faithful
to you, darling. I say it to the paint. The bird floats
in the unfinished sky with nothing to hold it.
The man stands, the day shines. His insides and
his outsides kept apart with an imaginary line—
thick and rude and imaginary because there is
no separation, fallacy of the local body, paint
on paint. I have my body and you have yours.
Believe it if you can. Negative space is silly.
When you bang on the wall you have to remember
you’re on both sides of it already but go ahead,
yell at yourself. Some people don’t understand
anything. They see the man but not the light,
they see the field but not the varnish. There is no
light in the paint, so how can you argue with them?
They are probably right anyway. I paint in his face
and I paint it out again. There is a question
I am afraid to ask: to supply the world with what?

~Richard Siken

10 Word Review – No Matter The Wreckage (book)

no-matter-the-wreckagePoems. Considered. Captivating. Emotion. Pictures. Language. Luminous. Feel. Riveting. YES.

Detail of the Woods

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Photo by TJ Parker

I looked at all the trees and didn’t know what to do.

A box made out of leaves.
What else was in the woods? A heart, closing. Nevertheless.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
I kept my mind on the moon. Cold moon, long nights moon.

From the landscape: a sense of scale.
From the dead: a sense of scale.

I turned my back on the story. A sense of superiority.
Everything casts a shadow.

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

~Richard Siken

B by Sarah Kay

I’m still reading the book of Sarah Kay’s poetry called, “No Matter The Wreckage”. I read this gem, then found her performance of it as part of her TED talk.  It’s worth a listen, probably more than one listen.  When I read it, then listened to it, I thought of my grand daughter.  It will do that to you, make you think of your daughter, your mother, your grand daughter if you have one.  It will make you think of the daughter you haven’t yet had.  It will make you think, and feel.

Hands by Sarah Kay

I’m currently reading a book of poetry by Sarah Kay called “No Matter The Wreckage”.  I can tell you, as a person who has read a lot of poetry, this girl is fantastic.  I just read the following poem in the book, went to look for it online to post, and found this video.  She is known for her spoken word poetry, which I didn’t know until I went looking for the poem online.  This video was made a while ago.  In it she is only 18.  I can’t tell you how impressed with her I am.  Her use of language, the visual impressions she leaves, not to mention the emotion in it.  Wow.  Just… wow.

In my head I read this more slowly than she speaks it here, but her performance of it adds so much to the meat of it.

I give you… “Hands”, by Sarah Kay