Poetry is always celebration
or its opposite. Making blackness
the word for everything:
A symbol, a sound,
To fill us
and to fill the tombs in our midst.
Reading: John Ashberry – Some trees
What is it that I like about the following early John Ashberry poem (he was 21 when he wrote it)? To meet as far this morning / From the world as agreeing / With it, you and I / Are suddenly what the trees try
Poetry in Times of Bullshit Jobs
On my screen is a translation of European data protection law. On my ears is Beethoven's seventh. A major. I listen to one of the greatest geniuses of our modernity. My fingers are moving with every measure. The vacuity of the language I observe, as it emerges on my screen suddenly enables me to see ...
Code Is Not Poetry
Much of the Internet, including these words, "runs on" a piece of software called Wordpress. It has become the most popular blogging platform because of smart architecture, passionate contributors, and a healthy bit of good luck. You are likely to know Wordpress, and also its slogan "Code is Poetry" might sound familiar. I write code ...