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woundgallery · 3 months
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Carolyn Forche
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soracities · 2 years
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We have, each of us, nothing. We will give it to each other.
Carolyn Forché, from “For the Stranger”
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hangsawoman · 2 years
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when carolyn forché wrote “i tore open your letter and licked the envelope’s seal for any lingering taste of you” and nikki giovanni wrote “when i come home if you’re not there i search the air for your sent” and emily dickinson wrote “i could not drink it, sue, till you had tasted first” …
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smakkabagms · 12 days
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How is it possible that I am living here, as if a childhood dream had forced / an empty theater in which to mount a small production of its hopes?
Carolyn Forche
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sinligh · 2 years
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I always want more than I have in my hand…
I decide.
I don’t cry. I burn, I dance with the flames. Mix my blues with the bright colors and the scarlet gems.
I entrance the sun and seduce the hell within you.
I paint new lifes, create different hues none of them have, both of them crave.
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I’m the daughter of Mother Earth that nobody knew about
An arsonist? I decide.
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Like an eternal fire I burn, until the gleam becomes blinding.
And i wonder if the ashes In my realm are the only way to extinguish the extreme of the damage I create ?
Only to remember that I decide.
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i reach for the sun melt it into a stream.
My secret lover she knows I always want more than I have in my hand
My beloved dream, she’s far far away and she likes to think she knows better
Yet, she is wrapped around my little finger.
My only admirer
I decide.
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•Quotes: Eloisa Amezcua/ Harper Lee/ Venetta Octavia/ Richey Edwards/Adrienne Rich/James Joyce/Carolyn Forché/
•Original context: Sinligh
•Art reference:
1. "Pantomime No. 16" Denis Sarazhin. 2. Art by Denis Sarazhin. 3. Wildfire by Artem Chebokha. 4. I'll keep you warm by Alex Stoddard. 5. Art by ffoart 6. painting by Roberto Ferri, 1978
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whisperthatruns · 2 years
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The Lightkeeper
A night without ships. Foghorns called into walled cloud, and you still alive, drawn to the light as if it were a fire kept by monks, darkness once crusted with stars, but now death-dark as you sail inward. Through wild gorse and sea wrack, through heather and torn wool you ran, pulling me by the hand, so I might see this for once in my life: the spin and spin of light, the whirring of it, light in search of the lost, there since the era of fire, era of candles and hollow-wick lamps, whale oil and solid wick, colza and lard, kerosene and carbide, the signal fires lighted on this perilous coast in the Tower of Hook. You say to me stay awake, be like the lensmaker who died with his lungs full of glass, be the yew in blossom when bees swarm, be their amber cathedral and even the ghosts of Cistercians will be kind to you. In a certain light as after rain, in pearled clouds or the water beyond, seen or sensed water, sea or lake, you would stop still and gaze out for a long time. Also when fireflies opened and closed in the pines, and a star appeared, our only heaven. You taught me to live like this. That after death it would be as it was before we were born. Nothing to be afraid. Nothing but happiness as unbearable as the dread from which it comes. Go toward the light always, be without ships.
Carolyn Forché, 2010
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imaginemirage · 2 years
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"The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands."
Carolyn Forche
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boricuacherry-blog · 2 years
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Kalaloch, Carolyn Forche
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thepoetrycurator · 8 months
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Excerpt from the poem "We'll Not Die in Paris" by Natalka Bilotserkivets, translated by Dzvinia Orlowsky.
From IN THE HOUR OF WAR: POETRY FROM UKRAINE edited by Carolyn Forche and Ilya Kaminsky.
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nonesuchrecords · 2 years
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Big Ears Festival has announced that The Blue Hour song cycle collaboration among composers Rachel Grimes, Angélica Negrón, Shara Nova, Caroline Shaw, and Sarah Kirkland Snider, set to excerpts from Carolyn Forché’s epic poem On Earth, will be performed by Nova and Knoxville Symphony conducted by Aram Demirjian at the festival in Knoxville, TN, March 30–April 2, 2023. Passes are on sale now here.
The Blue Hour joins a previously announced lineup that includes Devendra Banhart, Sam Gendel, Mary Halvorson, Makaya McCraven, and Cécile McLorin Salvant.
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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Maisoon Saqr (Via "rosewatwr" on Twitter), Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year Book by Richelle E. Goodrich, Painting by Tony Belobrajdic, The Passion According to G.H. Novel by Clarice Lispector (translated by Idra Novey), picture from Pinterest, The Country Between Us Book by Carolyn Forche, From A to X: A Story in Letters by John Berger, pictures are from Pinterest, Shelby Dawson
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albatrossflyingfar · 1 year
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second part of my noelle/kahono oneshots, based on line 10 of mourning by carolyn forche
non-sexual taking a bath + feels, check it out if you love these two useless lesbians!!
thanks<333
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saintshigaraki · 2 years
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i want to make my blog title the carolyn forches ‘silence of god is god’ but im worried people are gonna get the wrong impression 
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interstitious · 2 years
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alrederedmixedmedia · 19 days
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Alredered Remembers American poet (born Detroit) Carolyn Forche , on her birthday.
"Poetry is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing, even."
-Carolyn Forche
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2024 dostoyevsky-official challenge
january: “the colonel” by carolyn forché
more under the cut
i originally bought this book of poems (the rag and bone shop of the heart) from goodwill last year & haven’t touched it since.
the cover is torn off and on the title page, written in shoddy cursive is “pg. 89 / The Colonel / Carolyn Forche / May 1978”. now, i like to believe it was their favorite poem or maybe they knew the author.
that little bit of character is why i bought the book actually
so, i thought, what perfect way to start this challenge. with this poem.
immediately, i’m struck by its structure. it’s a block of text, more like a story, not a poem. but the sentences are sleek and short. it’s like a mosaic.
every sentence ends with a period, except one. and it’s one i find the most,,,raw, to be honest.
“something for your poetry, no?”
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