January 2012
Sharon van Etten - Serpents
It Was Winter
BY CZESLAW MILOSZÂ
Winter came as it does in this valley. After eight dry months rain fell And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green for a while. In the canyons where gray laurels Graft their stony roots to granite, Streams must have filled the dried-up creek beds. Ocean winds churned the eucalyptus trees, And under clouds torn by a crystal of towers Prickly lights were glowing on the...
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“And if every step taken is a step well-lived but a foot
towards death, every...”
– Totem Poem, Luke Davies
The National & St. Vincent - Sleep All Summer
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The Dark Sooner, Catherine Wing
Then came the darker sooner, came the later lower. We were no longer a sweeter-here happily-ever-after. We were after ever. We were farther and further. More was the word we used for harder. Lost was our standard-bearer. Our gods were fallen faster, and fallen larger. The day was duller, duller was disaster. Our charge was error. Instead of leader we had louder, instead of lover, never. And over...
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