Tonight’s section of #poems #reading
“You will stop laughing before dawn.” 
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“Our International Reading Series continues, this time featuring a reading and conversation with Salar Abdoh, author of A Nearby Country Called Love. It is a sweeping, propulsive novel about the families we are born into and the families we make for ourselves, in which a man struggles to find his place in an Iran on the brink of combusting.
Haunted by the death of a woman who lit herself on fire in Zamzam, Tehran, Issa is forced to confront the contradictions of his own family history while protest and violence stew in the streets.”
City of Asylum
World Literature with Anderson Tepper: Finding Humanity Amid Chaos with Salar Abdoh - City of Asylum
Salar Abdoh, author of "A Nearby Country Called Love," participates in a reading and conversation at City of Asylum.
Usually behind a paywall… The Paris Review is opening up some of their archives to remember Louise Glück. #poetry 
The Paris Review
Louise Glück
Stories, poems, essays, and interviews from The Paris Review by Louise Glück
“More than anything else, Louise loved it when something was surprising and, in retrospect, inevitable, as it is so often in her work, and in our lives—like the ending of her #poem “Happiness”:
“I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.’”
The Paris Review
In Remembrance of Louise Glück by Srikanth Reddy
October 16, 2023 – “Glück’s death marks a line break, but not a full stop.”
“To the uninitiated, Louise Glück — who died on Friday at the age of 80 — could feel like an intimidating or chilly poet, her range of references so lofty and seemingly private that her work could come off as stern, austere. But to read her that way was to miss both her cool clarity and her often puckish wit; her poems, which drew on mythology and nature to explore themes of love and loss and disciplined engagement with the world, were chilly only in the bracing manner of a good martini.” 
Five Louise Glück Poems to Get You Started (Published 2023)
The American writer, who won a Nobel Prize in 2020, wrote with cool clarity and often puckish wit.
Another great day… celebrated my nephew’s birthday… and enjoyed some backyard football. 📸: me— captured my son playing football with his cousins— my sisters’ kids. He was QB 🏈 
Louise Glück’s passing has undone me— I need an outlet to grieve this artist who has impacted me so deeply. Going to open one of my journals📝this morning — her poems are powerful but also tender— to say the very, very least. One of her books— on this rainy day. 
Busy weekend… heading to a wedding later. My friend’s daughter is getting married this afternoon… but there is rain in the forecast ALL day. I feel so bad—Pittsburgh weather 🤯😢
“when was I silenced, when did it first seem
pointless to describe that sound
what it sounds like can't change what it is—
didn't the night end, wasn't the earth
safe when it was planted
didn't we plant the seeds,
weren't we necessary to the earth,
the vines, were they harvested?”
RIP to a poet who has inspired me for decades.
Poets.org
October (section I)
Is it winter again, is it cold again,
Only seeing this news now 💔💔 Rest In Peace Louise Glück 
Louise Glück, 80, Nobel-Winning Poet Who Explored Trauma and Loss, Dies (Published 2023)
Acclaimed as one of America’s greatest living writers, she blended deeply personal material with themes of mythology and nature.
Fun night at “The Untitled Art Party” but home before midnight… 📸: husband 
Ordered a book of Anna Akhmatova #poems on my lunch break. Also rereading Brodsky discuss her: “This is what no researcher of her work can penetrate because we are people of a different culture. We no longer have this ability to correlate events in time and space. This kind of disposition is possible only given a specific degree—not of tranquillity exactly, but of a different biorhythm.
It's not the same glut of events, phenomena, and so forth that has collapsed on us. I think that in prerevolutionary Russia, and even after that whole remarkable revolution, this other rhythm still—at least partly defined a person's existence. That kind of rhythm is a marker of a different era —the turn of the century.”
This comment fascinates me: “a different biorhythm”
#sunrise #friday #october
The joke ultimately is on Nostr Town Square— just a hunch. Sustainability.