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    R. M. Rilke, Blood-Remembering

    “Ah! but verses amount to so little when one writes them young. One ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness a whole life long, and a…… Read more “R. M. Rilke, Blood-Remembering”

    February 7, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Thank You, Dr. Seuss

    Thank you, Dr. Seuss for speaking for the Truffula trees for the brown-bar-ba-loots, the swomee-swans, and the humming- fish — and all those whose blood in some…… Read more “Thank You, Dr. Seuss”

    August 4, 2020December 29, 2020 by Kate Gough

    Flow, Earth

    We haven’t room to simply let down our hair and full-Being flow anymore (. . .  did we ever? We try at clubs, through music laughter and…… Read more “Flow, Earth”

    March 5, 2020January 30, 2021 by Kate Gough

    i dream of rosehip tea.

    it was months ago when i picked rosehips along my path home by the sea, slipping each one like a little gold nugget into the pockets of…… Read more “i dream of rosehip tea.”

    November 13, 2019February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

    …That Thing with Wings

    Autumn breathes on my facefrom afar — so fresh! — stirringevery unique nerve ending tosudden, electric life. As if my mother’s cool handrested gently on my arm,I’m…… Read more “…That Thing with Wings”

    September 24, 2019February 9, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Capital

    you reach out a hand to pull sky down, stars, yes the heavens themselvesare but bread to you, so you break it,break it all upon the ground,…… Read more “Capital”

    May 11, 2019January 30, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Realism.s

    My own particular brand of bleak is firm, and unambiguous enough to recognise our dark as a basic truth: the world-rending fire of the human soul is…… Read more “Realism.s”

    May 2, 2019January 30, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Potent.ial

    at the end of days all days, including today, I am terrified of tomorrow, as if every sleep is a death, a dreamless, black hole that will…… Read more “Potent.ial”

    May 1, 2019January 30, 2021 by Kate Gough

    work

    A poet’s work is no respector of designations like quantity, or achievement, or target, start, and finish. We dance to the beat of our own loves, our…… Read more “work”

    April 29, 2019January 30, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Poet (dried).

    This is trench warfare. As bloody useless and harrowing as. No one really gains ground. No one really wins. Even waiting or withholding takesone to the grave,…… Read more “Poet (dried).”

    April 28, 2019January 30, 2021 by Kate Gough

    contact.

    stars spark in the blackened deep: fingertips of the gods (carefully holding in bright hands a ravaged planet, burnt flowers drifting down from each. point. of. contact.…… Read more “contact.”

    February 12, 2018February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Perspective

    my brain bendsbars of lightwith aplomb, shifting universea simple excercise inrelativity; no excusefor helplessness c. Kate Gough Photo by Jordan Johnson on Unsplash

    December 16, 2017February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

    untitled

    making art: metaphor, metamorphosis, metastasis, m e a n i n g c. Kate Gough Photo by Pierre Bamin on Unsplash

    October 23, 2017February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

    vapour

    again and again overwhelmed by tears that do not come heating my face, burning my eyes, stoppering my throat like a cork in a bottle the possible…… Read more “vapour”

    September 8, 2017February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Pores

    The world gets into our poresand writes on us lines with the clay ofearth, warmth of sunbite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faceswith…… Read more “Pores”

    September 5, 2017February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Oliver Wendell Holmes

    – When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences. The…… Read more “Oliver Wendell Holmes”

    August 26, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    Killing Clowns

    Empty pages are freakish. Too beautiful to touch, to sully, to fingerprint so casually. They are whole, and the essence of words, writing, / breaks that /…… Read more “Killing Clowns”

    August 26, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    hovering

    I am gluttonous for life and all things life. — Something, /////// contrary to popular opinion, never comes from something else but always rather ///////// in some…… Read more “hovering”

    August 25, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

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    n. (ull-trah-crepp-ih-DARE-ee-un) – an ignorant or presumptuous critic; one who gives opinions beyond his knowledge.

    (L. phrase ultra crepidam, “beyond the sole,” reply of Greek painter Apelles to a cobbler.)

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