Something fitting about all of this being relegated to being indoors. It feels so claustrophobic and also like a funeral
Brian Tierney
@briantierney.bsky.social
author of RISE AND FLOAT from Milkweed Editions “nothing short of exquisite” - Chicago Review of Books Philly and Oakland and Scorpios 4ever
'If I’m dead inside how would I know, how would a bulb check its own filament.' yalereview.org/article/tele... @briantierney.bsky.social
Brian Tierney: "Teletherapy"
A poem by Brian Tierney: "The light of that / jet, overhead, is my mind I’m seeing so scintillant, unreachable. / I am never where my body is."
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where are we living now on which side which side and will you be there Merwin
I saw you, and poems came back to me. --Yannis Ritsos
the response to one murdered CEO compared to the average person in New York who gets clipped
I read a book of poems with legs crossed for like an hour and now my left leg’s tv static I can’t get up I love #poetry
Tonight!! I have the pleasure of reading poems with Diane Seuss @dseuss.bsky.social and Richie Hofmann! 7pm EST / 4pm PST. Online and free through the Hudson Valley Writers Center, link to register below. Join us! #poetrycommunity
first new poems in a minute live over @narrativemag.bsky.social click for more: www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/fall-...
"That blue / ladder leaned against the wall out there / is a shortcut to summer." Loving these new ones from @briantierneypoet.bsky.social in Narrative today.
This Close to Dark | Narrative Magazine
This Close to Dark by Brian Tierney — In Every Sto...
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A lovely bit of warmth in a cold time to see COACHELLA ELEGY included in this poets.org Featured Fall Books list along with fellow @triohousepress.bsky.social poet @susanlleary.bsky.social and so many poets I admire. And if we’re just meeting on here, glad to be connected.
This is an essay on my poem "Ballad," Keats's notion of Negative Capability, and Lorca's Duende, with a prompt and a link to the original poem. I'm happy to share it with you.
I Know You Know: Diane Seuss On “Ballad,” Negative Capability, and the Duende
Christ was laid out in a glass coffin, like Snow White. I visited and re-visited him. He looked so much like my father on his deathbed.
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the fracture and forlorn jagged madness and music of Berryman’s dream songs seems shall we say apt for our moment
