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roundtop:

if you are a fan of the poem “what resembles the grave but isn’t,” you might be interested to know that the poet, anne boyer, resigned her position at the new york times magazine today, and her letter is worth reading in its entirety.

“If this resignation leaves a hole in the news the size of poetry, then that is the true shape of the present. ”

[Text in three images:

my resignation

ANNE BOYER

NOV 16, 2023

I have resigned as poetry editor of The New York Times Magazine.

The Israeli state’s U.S-backed war against the people of Gaza is not a war for anyone. There is no safety in it or from it, not for Israel, not for the United States or Europe, and especially not for the many Jewish people slandered by those who claim falsely to fight in their names. Its only profit is the deadly profit of oil interests and weapon manufacturers.

The world, the future, our hearts-everything grows smaller and harder from from this war.

It is not only a war of missiles and land invasions. It is an ongoing war against the people of Palestine, people who have resisted through decades of occupation, forced dislocation, deprivation, surveillance, siege, imprisonment, and torture.

Because our status quo is self-expression, sometimes the most effective mode of protest for artists is to refuse.

I can’t write about poetry amidst the

“reasonable” tones of those who aim to acclimatize us to this unreasonable suffering.

No more ghoulish euphemisms. No more verbally sanitized hellscapes. No more warmongering lies.

If this resignation leaves a hole in the news the size of poetry, then that is the true shape of the present. - Anne Boyer ]

mostly-funnytwittertweets:

dragongirlbites:

i enjoy the phrase creature comforts because i am a creature and i want to be comfortable

kragehund-est:

“can i be mean for a second?” you can be mean for 10,000 years and i’ll hang onto your every word, my queen. my goddess

radiofreederry:

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weaselle:

inthefallofasparrow:

kieranculkingirl:

teaboot:

brenna:

canthaveshitingotham-crucified:

canthaveshitingotham-crucified:

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that’s a poem already what’s the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

ALT

these exchanges and this fiddling about for the collective to appreciate in passing is, to me, true artistic spirit. I don’t know what the past was truly like to live, but in my heart i know that humans have always been… like this

ok. :] ♥️

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a-book-of-creatures:

tsaagan:

World’s first neutering [x]

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