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Ida Stewart

@idastewart.bsky.social

writer of poems and the like (https://perugiapress.org/product/gloss/) editor here for language

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Alina Stefanescu@alinaetc.bsky.social · 2y ago

That's as close as you'll ever get but she's already figured out how to appear in your dreams, just not yet, not until you've stopped being nervous at twilight. When Debussy felt his opera going nowhere, he let it. - Dean Young, “The Fox”

"The Fox" by Dean Young Remember trying to feed the fox? She said five feet is close enough. Throw me something or put it on the ground and go away. She favored a front paw. You sat down. She sat down so everything stopped, a wheel ceased squeaking, firecracker caught open-mouthed, the children froze around the hospital bed, a minor chord sustained who knows how, innumerable raindrops suspended midair becoming conscious of their fate to be dashed down, a song formed wholly at once just as wholly vanished, phosphenes, starworks, dustshop each must blunder off to in our time, freed of love, without fuss, our orders sketchy at best. Maybe one day the war will end. Already soldiers come home to hang themselves from rafters. Their problem isn't having two hearts or a ghost marriage or their voice changing so they have to leave the chorus. One day, the fox doesn't show. That's as close as you'll ever get but she's already figured out how to appear in your dreams, just not yet, not until you've stopped being nervous at twilight. When Debussy felt his opera going nowhere, he let it.
Ida Stewart@idastewart.bsky.social · 2y ago

"... and when I was young I was mildly outrageous, and now I am completely, having seen in my brief forays into predictability that there's no percentage in it. Really, there isn't. I know you hope there is, but really, there isn't." —Irene McKinney, "Legs," from "Have You Had Enough Darkness Yet?"

Legs by Irene McKinney, from "Have You Had Enough Darkeness Yet?" I can prop my legs straight up the wall while I'm lying in bed reading, or I can bend them any which way whenever, although I'm sixty-seven and "suffering" from various conditions and diseases, and I look in the mirror sometimes and say "Hain't you cute" and that's the way it is at this juncture. I have always been careless because I never had anything to lose, no money, no gorgeous looks, no social position, no power, no automatic respect from various possible sources, and when I was young I was mildly outrageous, and now I am completely, having seen in my brief forays into predictability that there's no percentage in it. Really, there isn't. I know you hope there is, but really, there isn't.