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havingapoemwithyou · 4 months
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french novel by Richie Hofmann
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sageandscorpiongrass · 7 months
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could you do a web about falling out of love with someone and hurting because you miss the "old them"?
Ah! I hope this does it justice! ;^^
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this would be so much easier if i still knew you.
First Love, Jennifer Franklin | Armed Cavalier, Richie Hofmann | Self Portrait in Dark Interior, Curtis Bauer | Stuff I probably did and didn't, Stephanie Gray | Never Love an Anchor, The Crane Wives | Waiting, Caitlyn Siehl | Russian Ending, Jerry Williams | The More Loving One, W. H. Auden | _sayorikinnie on pinterest | The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter, Erza Pound | @/inanotheruniverse on tumblr | @/dazzlingtiredeyes on tumblr | Wrong Side of a Fistfight, Ashe Vernon | Ode to People Who Hate Me, Carmen Giménez | If My Body Could Speak; What I couldn’t explain via text, Blythe Baird | @/chloeinletters on tumblr | Romance or The End, Elaine Kahn | Presumably Dead Arm, Sidney Gish
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sweatermuppet · 1 year
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from pink room by richie hofmann, published in a hundred lovers
[Text ID: I love you because you can’t be destroyed by love; we are immune to one another: /End ID]
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"I had a pain inside me and I needed you to deepen it."
"breed me" by richie hofmann
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cntarella · 1 year
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Eros enters, where shame had lived. Pale sun, then morning. How easily the earth closes its cavities.
Richie Hofmann, "One Another" from A Hundred Lovers
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6peaches · 4 months
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Richie Hofmann - French Novel
You were my second lover. You had dark eyes and hair, like a painting of a man. We lay on our stomachs reading books in your bed. I e-mailed my professor. I will be absent from French Novel due to sickness. You put on some piano music. Even though it was winter, we had to keep the window open day and night, the room was so hot, the air so dry it made our noses bleed. With boots we trekked through slush for a bottle of red wine we weren’t allowed to buy, our shirts unbuttoned under our winter coats. The French language distinguishes between the second of two and the second of many. Of course we’d have other lovers. Snow fell in our hair. You were my second lover. Another way of saying this: you were the other, not another.
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blnkverse · 4 months
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hallohartje · 7 months
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Richie Hofmann. “What struck me most was the light that came after, / filling the whole house with itself…”
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iirulancorrino · 1 year
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Purple, Richie Hofmann
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mythologyofblue · 2 years
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The heart of the city was like a human heart — it was an ornate box in which I hid when I desired.
Richie Hofmann 
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onenakedfarmer · 11 months
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Currently Reading
Richie Hofmann A HUNDRED LOVERS Poems
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June 11, 2022 Silo City Reading Series featuring poets Richie Hofmann & Albert Abonado, musicians Yuki Numata Resnick & Clarice Jensen and an art installation by Pat Cray & Max Collins. Photographs by Melody Hyatt.
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aaknopf · 1 day
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We asked Richie Hofmann, author of the sexy collection A Hundred Lovers, to choose a poem by one of his Knopf forebears. He came back within minutes with J. D. McClatchy’s “Late Night Ode.” Richie writes, “I adore McClatchy’s poem, a wry and witty tribute to middle age and the middle of the night—‘It’s over, love’ the perfect opening—which fights back its precise and beautifully rendered breakup song to reveal something romantic, lush, and unforgettable. Even after love is gone, the poet reminds us, we’re still reaching for it through the ‘bruised, unbalanced waves.’”
Late Night Ode
It’s over, love. Look at me pushing fifty now,      Hair like grave-grass growing in both ears, The piles and boggy prostate, the crooked penis,      The sour taste of each day’s first lie,
And that recurrent dream of years ago pulling      A swaying bead-chain of moonlight, Of slipping between the cool sheets of dark      Along a body like my own, but blameless.
What good’s my cut-glass conversation now,      Now I’m so effortlessly vulgar and sad? You get from life what you can shake from it?      For me, it’s g and t’s all day and CNN.
Try the blond boychick lawyer, entry level      At eighty grand, who pouts about the overtime, Keeps Evian and a beeper in his locker at the gym,      And hash in tinfoil under the office fern.
There’s your hound from heaven, with buccaneer      Curls and perfumed war-paint on his nipples. His answering machine always has room for one more      Slurred, embarrassed call from you-know-who.
Some nights I’ve laughed so hard the tears      Won’t stop. Look at me now. Why now? I long ago gave up pretending to believe      Anyone’s memory will give as good as it gets.
So why these stubborn tears? And why do I dream      Almost every night of holding you again, Or at least of diving after you, my long-gone,      Through the bruised unbalanced waves?
More on this book and author:
Learn more about Plundered Hearts by J. D. McClatchy and A Hundred Lovers by Richie Hofmann.
Browse other books by J. D. McClatchy and follow Richie Hofmann on Instagram @richiehof.
See Richie Hofmann in conversation with fellow poets Willard Spiegelman, Michael Dickman, and Deborah Landau at the Montclair Literary Festival on April 27. The “Becoming a Poet” panel begins at 1:45 pm in University Hall on the campus of Montclair State University.  
Hear Richie Hofmann join Kevin Young on The New Yorker's Poetry Podcast to read “Twilight,” by Henri Cole, and his own poem “French Novel.”
Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.
To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link.
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poem-today · 9 months
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A poem by Richie Hofmann
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History of Pleasure
I walked by myself to the market past ruins with broken bodies of stone, where even a fragment of a man could undo me.  I bought herbs wrapped in paper. Light shone through the glass of our apartment.  You had been showering, the smell of mint invaded the room, your hair was wet. 
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cntarella · 1 year
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He sings and speaks with the voice of a priest, father, or devil.
Richie Hofmann, from “German Cities,” A Hundred Lovers (2022)
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coffeeandcalligraphy · 6 months
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the moment I figure out how I want this jeremiah love poems chapbook to work out it's so over for... ME bc this is gonna break me..........
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