@kimdorman.bsky.social
American poet residing in India / Corbel Stone Press
November 28, 2025 at 2:05 PM
November 28, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Michael McClure,
from Specks
from Specks
November 28, 2025 at 12:44 PM
Michael McClure,
from Specks
from Specks
5.30 p.m. / pteropus
Flying foxes roost in the trees
like dark, shifting fruit.
Wind carries the smoke
of leaf fires. I step into the cool,
flowing river.
Cicadas begin to chant.
Sound of a neighbor's generator
when I return.
No lights across the field.
Strangely, the road is quiet.
Flying foxes roost in the trees
like dark, shifting fruit.
Wind carries the smoke
of leaf fires. I step into the cool,
flowing river.
Cicadas begin to chant.
Sound of a neighbor's generator
when I return.
No lights across the field.
Strangely, the road is quiet.
November 28, 2025 at 12:42 PM
5.30 p.m. / pteropus
Flying foxes roost in the trees
like dark, shifting fruit.
Wind carries the smoke
of leaf fires. I step into the cool,
flowing river.
Cicadas begin to chant.
Sound of a neighbor's generator
when I return.
No lights across the field.
Strangely, the road is quiet.
Flying foxes roost in the trees
like dark, shifting fruit.
Wind carries the smoke
of leaf fires. I step into the cool,
flowing river.
Cicadas begin to chant.
Sound of a neighbor's generator
when I return.
No lights across the field.
Strangely, the road is quiet.
November 28, 2025 at 9:58 AM
November 28, 2025 at 9:43 AM
November 28, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Gustaf Sobin,
from “That the Universe
is Chrysalid (Blake’s Birthday)”
from “That the Universe
is Chrysalid (Blake’s Birthday)”
November 28, 2025 at 9:01 AM
Gustaf Sobin,
from “That the Universe
is Chrysalid (Blake’s Birthday)”
from “That the Universe
is Chrysalid (Blake’s Birthday)”
Reposted
"Beneath us, at an immense distance, was the sun, black but shining; round it were fiery tracks on which revolv'd vast spiders, crawling after their prey, which flew, or rather swum, in the infinite deep."
Happy birthday William Blake, poet, visionary...science fiction writer.
Happy birthday William Blake, poet, visionary...science fiction writer.
November 28, 2025 at 8:44 AM
"Beneath us, at an immense distance, was the sun, black but shining; round it were fiery tracks on which revolv'd vast spiders, crawling after their prey, which flew, or rather swum, in the infinite deep."
Happy birthday William Blake, poet, visionary...science fiction writer.
Happy birthday William Blake, poet, visionary...science fiction writer.
Michael McClure,
from Specks
from Specks
November 28, 2025 at 7:50 AM
Michael McClure,
from Specks
from Specks
Smell of waves on a foggy morning.
-Michael McClure
-Michael McClure
November 28, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Smell of waves on a foggy morning.
-Michael McClure
-Michael McClure
Think with the shape / of the hands. / There’s no change / only / the sizeless thought / preceding consciousness. / But it’s not thought, it’s the shape / of the hands / making a space / holding nothing.
-Michael McClure
-Michael McClure
November 28, 2025 at 1:30 AM
Think with the shape / of the hands. / There’s no change / only / the sizeless thought / preceding consciousness. / But it’s not thought, it’s the shape / of the hands / making a space / holding nothing.
-Michael McClure
-Michael McClure
Light is sown in the sight
-Ronald Johnson
-Ronald Johnson
November 28, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Light is sown in the sight
-Ronald Johnson
-Ronald Johnson
Reposted
“The book is still a viable way of communicating, provided one has taught oneself to find the book one needs to read.”—Guy Davenport
November 26, 2025 at 9:58 PM
“The book is still a viable way of communicating, provided one has taught oneself to find the book one needs to read.”—Guy Davenport
Reposted
A lovely (and funny) anecdote out of Ronald Johnson’s 1976 Vort interview, conducted by Barry Alpert (reprinted in _Ronald Johnson: Life and Works_ (National Poetry Foundation, 2008)). I would love to read a collection of the letters exchanged between Ian Hamilton Finlay and Johnson.
November 26, 2025 at 1:53 PM
A lovely (and funny) anecdote out of Ronald Johnson’s 1976 Vort interview, conducted by Barry Alpert (reprinted in _Ronald Johnson: Life and Works_ (National Poetry Foundation, 2008)). I would love to read a collection of the letters exchanged between Ian Hamilton Finlay and Johnson.
Reposted
Nigh-random core sample out of Eliot Weinberger’s longish poem “The Ceaseless Murmuring of Innumerable Bees” (in the Spring 2024 issue of the Paris Review). A lengthy interview with Weinberger, conducted by Srikanth Reddy (in “The Art of the Essay” series), is found in the Fall 2025 issue.
November 25, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Nigh-random core sample out of Eliot Weinberger’s longish poem “The Ceaseless Murmuring of Innumerable Bees” (in the Spring 2024 issue of the Paris Review). A lengthy interview with Weinberger, conducted by Srikanth Reddy (in “The Art of the Essay” series), is found in the Fall 2025 issue.
November 26, 2025 at 5:58 AM
Autumn Richardson
November 26, 2025 at 4:59 AM
Autumn Richardson
from an Inuit song originally translated
into Danish by Knud Rasmussen —
English version by Autumn Richardson,
Heart of Winter (Xylem Books, 2018)
into Danish by Knud Rasmussen —
English version by Autumn Richardson,
Heart of Winter (Xylem Books, 2018)
November 25, 2025 at 2:19 PM
from an Inuit song originally translated
into Danish by Knud Rasmussen —
English version by Autumn Richardson,
Heart of Winter (Xylem Books, 2018)
into Danish by Knud Rasmussen —
English version by Autumn Richardson,
Heart of Winter (Xylem Books, 2018)
Donald Keene,
from Five Modern Nō Plays
by Yukio Mishima
from Five Modern Nō Plays
by Yukio Mishima
November 25, 2025 at 1:12 PM
Donald Keene,
from Five Modern Nō Plays
by Yukio Mishima
from Five Modern Nō Plays
by Yukio Mishima
In the Lodi Gardens
For Claude Esteban
The black, pensive, dense
domes of the mausoleums
suddenly shot birds
into the unanimous blue
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
For Claude Esteban
The black, pensive, dense
domes of the mausoleums
suddenly shot birds
into the unanimous blue
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
November 25, 2025 at 1:04 PM
In the Lodi Gardens
For Claude Esteban
The black, pensive, dense
domes of the mausoleums
suddenly shot birds
into the unanimous blue
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
For Claude Esteban
The black, pensive, dense
domes of the mausoleums
suddenly shot birds
into the unanimous blue
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
I used to fall asleep in a furrow, tired out from counting meteors.
-Hadrian of his youth,
from Memoirs of Hadrian
by Marguerite Yourcenar
(tr. Grace Frick)
-Hadrian of his youth,
from Memoirs of Hadrian
by Marguerite Yourcenar
(tr. Grace Frick)
November 25, 2025 at 1:01 PM
I used to fall asleep in a furrow, tired out from counting meteors.
-Hadrian of his youth,
from Memoirs of Hadrian
by Marguerite Yourcenar
(tr. Grace Frick)
-Hadrian of his youth,
from Memoirs of Hadrian
by Marguerite Yourcenar
(tr. Grace Frick)
Reposted
Eschatology
Richard Skelton
mi - so, Berlin, 14th November, 2025 - 14th March, 2026
www.mi-so-store.com/exhibitions
#richardskelton
Richard Skelton
mi - so, Berlin, 14th November, 2025 - 14th March, 2026
www.mi-so-store.com/exhibitions
#richardskelton
November 25, 2025 at 10:09 AM
Eschatology
Richard Skelton
mi - so, Berlin, 14th November, 2025 - 14th March, 2026
www.mi-so-store.com/exhibitions
#richardskelton
Richard Skelton
mi - so, Berlin, 14th November, 2025 - 14th March, 2026
www.mi-so-store.com/exhibitions
#richardskelton
6.30 a.m., a row of egrets flying east toward sunrise
November 25, 2025 at 1:28 AM
6.30 a.m., a row of egrets flying east toward sunrise
Merrill Gilfillan
November 25, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Merrill Gilfillan