This poem is a dialogue with the painting of the same title by the artist, Agnes Martin. I was staring so intently at this artwork that the red/pink bands began to look like lips. When I wrote this poem, I think I was feeling overwhelmed by so many things, including people. These lips began to breathe on me when I was writing this poem.
Victoria Chang on "Untitled #10, 2002" |
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Chaucer's Manuscripts Now Available Online
"We are hoping it will provide this incredible foundation for future research. There are so many ongoing technological advances right now that means that with this digital platform we can share these manuscripts, look at them side by side and ask questions on how Chaucer’s works were being transmitted, how they were being copied, what kind of scribes were working on them, who was reading them, all of those sorts of questions that we might not have been able to answer as extensively in the past."
via THE GUARDIAN |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Matt Donovan on Other Arts
"Yet, as with each of the blackout poems I wrote for our Missing Department project (twenty-five in all), there were always more resonant and unexpected meanings to explore beyond any words the two texts happened to share. Although I might have been initially pleased to make a connection between the mother's address in Klamath Falls and the story's descriptions of a river that ran through the center of its fictional town, for instance, the presence of moving water ended up affording me the poem's core metaphor." |
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