Kamran Javadizadeh
@kjavadizadeh.bsky.social
She does not like it
October 31, 2025 at 10:18 PM
She does not like it
The “who’s number 12” moment Pete was laughing about on the pod—you can see Ant throw his hands up but also Jake lol
October 31, 2025 at 1:30 PM
The “who’s number 12” moment Pete was laughing about on the pod—you can see Ant throw his hands up but also Jake lol
Inger Christensen, from alphabet (trans. Susanna Nied)
October 11, 2025 at 10:21 PM
Inger Christensen, from alphabet (trans. Susanna Nied)
“I am thinking that a poem could go on forever.”
July 14, 2025 at 6:29 PM
“I am thinking that a poem could go on forever.”
lol I took this last week
June 16, 2025 at 8:52 PM
lol I took this last week
“You are neither here nor there”
April 13, 2025 at 3:59 PM
“You are neither here nor there”
From James Merrill’s library, his little penciled check mark above the poem.
March 7, 2025 at 6:11 PM
From James Merrill’s library, his little penciled check mark above the poem.
Today is James Merrill’s birthday—he would have turned 99—and somehow I get to spend it back in his old home.
March 3, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Today is James Merrill’s birthday—he would have turned 99—and somehow I get to spend it back in his old home.
“I wish one could press / snowflakes in a book like flowers.”
James Schuyler, written from his room in the Payne Whitney Clinic, fifty years ago today.
James Schuyler, written from his room in the Payne Whitney Clinic, fifty years ago today.
February 13, 2025 at 11:14 PM
“I wish one could press / snowflakes in a book like flowers.”
James Schuyler, written from his room in the Payne Whitney Clinic, fifty years ago today.
James Schuyler, written from his room in the Payne Whitney Clinic, fifty years ago today.
Ashbery, from Three Poems: “the magic world really does exist. Its dumbness is the proof of this.”
January 20, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Ashbery, from Three Poems: “the magic world really does exist. Its dumbness is the proof of this.”
“No dread. No bitterness. The end beginning. Today’s / Dusk room aglow / For the last time / With candlelight. / Faces love lit, / Gifts underfoot. / Still to be so poised, so / Receptive. Still to recall, to praise.”
James Merrill, on dying and on living.
James Merrill, on dying and on living.
December 24, 2024 at 5:09 PM
“No dread. No bitterness. The end beginning. Today’s / Dusk room aglow / For the last time / With candlelight. / Faces love lit, / Gifts underfoot. / Still to be so poised, so / Receptive. Still to recall, to praise.”
James Merrill, on dying and on living.
James Merrill, on dying and on living.
Mentally I’m here
November 18, 2024 at 11:00 PM
Mentally I’m here
A cfp for the poetry/poetics crowd: send me an abstract (by March 15) for this guaranteed session at next year’s MLA in New Orleans! Details here and below: mla.confex.com/mla/2025/web...
February 29, 2024 at 3:05 PM
A cfp for the poetry/poetics crowd: send me an abstract (by March 15) for this guaranteed session at next year’s MLA in New Orleans! Details here and below: mla.confex.com/mla/2025/web...