Hi friends, I am writing tonight to share with you one of my favorite poems, “The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica,” by Bernadette Mayer, which is here. This is a poem I have been repeating over and over to myself this past year, but my love extends farther back than that. It’s a poem I love to teach and share with people. I love to watch people uncover it and see all the opportunities for poetry and language that Mayer makes possible within it.
You introduced me to this poem in a tweet. I have written it out in my journal several times, sent it to people, re read it many times. It always makes me cry with recognition determination sorrow longing. "What else could I do?" I have since bought a couple small books of Bernadette Meyer's poetry. Thank you for this! (Venus Taurus)
I’ve been thinking about sending Bernadette Mayer some snail mail since I saw she likes getting letters, maybe you should too and ask her for chart deets
i love the way the snow
makes less of the night,
itself its own impossible skyshine,
and yet makes more -- more stillness,
a deeper glad hushing thickly laid,
even as it undulates and dances madly
on currents unknowable.
it is also this way with love.
-MRE (written recently but not tonight)
I am loving these posts! <3
I cried while thinking about the snow. Thanks so much for your messages here! They are always beautiful and make my throat tighten.
You introduced me to this poem in a tweet. I have written it out in my journal several times, sent it to people, re read it many times. It always makes me cry with recognition determination sorrow longing. "What else could I do?" I have since bought a couple small books of Bernadette Meyer's poetry. Thank you for this! (Venus Taurus)
"... If I suffered what else could I do" ...(also a Taurus, Libra moon and rising). Thank you for this.
I’m in tears. 💙
I’ve been thinking about sending Bernadette Mayer some snail mail since I saw she likes getting letters, maybe you should too and ask her for chart deets