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So now it has our complete attention, and we are made whole.
We take it into our hands like a rope, grateful and tethered,
freed from wanting for it to happen. It is here, precisely
as we imagined.
If the man has died, if the child’s illness has taken a sudden
turn, if the house has burned in the middle of night
and in winter, there is at least a kind of stopping that will
pass for peace.
Now when we speak it is with a great seriousness, and when
we touch it is with our own fingers, and when we listen
it is with our big eyes that have looked at a thing
and have not blinked.
There is no longer any reason to distrust us. When it leaves
it will leave like summer, and we will remember it as a break
in something that had seemed as unrelenting as coming rain
and we will be sorry to see it go.
-Marie Howe
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Marie Howe,“After the Movie”
Image transcript: My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie.
He says that he believes a person can love someone
and still be able to murder that person.
I say, No, that’s not love. That’s attachment.
Michael says, No, that’s love. You can love someone, then come to a day
when you’re forced to think “it’s him or me”
think “me” and kill him.
I say, Then it’s not love anymore.
Michael says, It was love up to then though.
I say, Maybe we mean different things by the same word.
Michael says, Humans are complicated: love can exist even in the
murderous heart.
I say that what he might mean by love is desire.
Love is not a feeling, I say. And Michael says, Then what is it?
We’re walking along West 16th Street—a clear unclouded night—and I hear my voice
repeating what I used to say to my husband: Love is action, I used to say
to him.
Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at
someone you want to eat and not eat them.
Janis Joplin says, take another little piece of my heart now baby.
Meister Eckhardt says that as long as we love images we are doomed to
live in purgatory.
Michael and I stand on the corner of 6th Avenue saying goodnight.
I can’t drink enough of the tangerine spritzer I’ve just bought—
again and again I bring the cold can to my mouth and suck the stuff from
the hole the flip top made.
What are you doing tomorrow? Michael says.
But what I think he’s saying is “You are too strict. You are
a nun.”
Then I think, Do I love Michael enough to allow him to think these things
of me even if he’s not thinking them?
Above Manhattan, the moon wanes, and the sky turns clearer and colder.
Although the days, after the solstice, have started to lengthen,
we both know the winter has only begun.
Hurry
Marie Howe
We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store
and the gas station and the green market and
Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,
as she runs along two or three steps behind me
her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.
Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?
To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?
Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her,
Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry—
you walk ahead of me. You be the mother.
And, Hurry up, she says, over her shoulder, looking
back at me, laughing. Hurry up now darling, she says,
hurry, hurry, taking the house keys from my hands.
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On this day in:
2020: Oh, Robert Creeley
2019:It Was Summer Now and the Colored People Came Out Into the Sunshine, Morgan Parker
2018:In Two Seconds, Mark Doty
2017:Aubade, Louis MacNeice
2016:Before, Ada Limón
2015:Sign for My Father, Who Stressed the Bunt, David Bottoms
2014:Ullapool Bike Ride, Chris Powici
2013:Clothespins, Stuart Dybek
2012:Ghost Story, Matthew Dickman
2011:Graves We Filled Before the Fire, Gabrielle Calvocoressi
2010:On Being Asked To Write A Poem Against The War In Vietnam, Hayden Carruth
2009:The Bear-Boy of Lithuania, Amy Gerstler
2008:Today’s News, David Tucker
2007:All There is to Know About Adolph Eichmann, Leonard Cohen
2006:Gamin, Frank O’Hara
2005:[this is what you love: more people. you remember], D.A. Powell
I liked Hell,
I liked to go there alone
relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone.
The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then?
I thought it was the worst, thought nothing worse could come.
Then nothing did, and no one
MARIE HOWE
"After the Movie" by Marie Howe
[text ID: Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at someone you want to eat and not eat them. / Janis Joplin says, take another little piece of my heart now baby. / Meister Eckhardt says that as long as we love images we are doomed to live in purgatory.]