in this (my) neighborhood pt. 70

What I’m Reading:

i am fated to bear it alone. ecce textus:
one morning i left my house to wander city streets

— Kęstutis Navakas / “One Morning”

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make it stop

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

Poetry does not prevent massacres. It cannot undo bombs, snipers’ bullets, mass starvation, sickness.

— Trish Salah / “about this poem” / poem-a-day


The frequency at which extreme fires occur around the world has more than doubled during the past two decades, according to an analysis of satellite data. The results provide the first solid evidence to support a nagging suspicion that many scientists and others have had as they watch a seemingly endless series of infernos scorch ecosystems and communities: wildfires have increased somehow, and climate change is almost certainly a factor.

— Jeff Tollefson / “You’re not imagining it: extreme wildfires are now more common” / Nature


… So, night after night,
we sit in the dark of the Roxy beside grandmothers
with their shanks tied up in the tourniquets
of rolled stockings and open ourselves, like earth
to rain, to the blue fire of the movie screen
where love surrenders suddenly to gangsters
and their cuties.

— Lynn Emanuel / “Blonde Bombshell”


No amount of adaptation to climate change can fix Miami’s water problems …

“Rain bombs” such as Invest 90L are products of our hotter world; warmer air has more room between its molecules for moisture. That water is coming for greater Miami and the 6 million people who live here. This glittering city was built on a drained swamp and sits atop porous limestone; as the sea keeps rising, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration forecasts that South Florida could see almost 11 extra inches of ocean by 2040. Sunny-day flooding, when high tides gurgle up and soak low-lying ground, has increased 400 percent since 1998, with a significant increase after 2006; a major hurricane strike with a significant storm surge could displace up to 1 million people.

And with every passing year, the region’s infrastructure seems more ill-equipped to deal with these dangers, despite billions of dollars spent on adaptation.

— Mario Alejandro Ariza / “Miami is Entering a State of Unreality” / The Atlantic


After Novocain, pain
returns in small surges
you might mistake for the life
it has replaced.

— Joyce Carol Oates / “Poem for the Poet’s Bithday” / The New Yorker


It is widely accepted that humans have been heating up the planet for over a century by burning coal, oil and gas. Earth has already warmed by almost 1.2 degrees Celsius (2.2 degrees Fahrenheit) since preindustrial times, and the planet is poised to race past the hoped-for limit of 1.5 degrees Celsius of warming.

But fewer people know that burning fossil fuels doesn’t just cause global warming — it also causes global cooling. It is one of the great ironies of climate change that air pollution, which has killed tens of millions, has also curbed some of the worst effects of a warming planet.

— Shannon Osaka / “We’ve been accidentally cooling the planet — and it’s about to stop” / The Washington Post


 will anyone    make it stop?

— Trish Salah / “without a word”

What I’m Listening To:

Hey, hey
Hot sun shines so loud
Hot sun
Cool shroud
Hot sun
Mountains melting down
Sweet doubt
Hot sun

— Wilco / “Hot Sun”

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wheel… a wheel

a bike ride (tanka+)

what’s in a bike ride?
all of life, if you allow—
i’m a wheel … a wheel …
syracuse to buffalo
buffalo to albany

(a wheel… a wheel… a wheel… a wheel)

What I’m Reading:

Mural mania is sweeping across western New York with an emphasis on canal towns. It got its grassroots beginning in Lyons and the “mania” is tagging the villages along the canal. Generally, the murals depict early life along the canal in the hopes of preserving the history of this period through art.

The mural trail features 75+ murals spanning over 100 miles.

A high concentration of murals is located in Wayne County with 54, each telling a different story.

— The Official Visitor’s Guide To Wayne County / Finger Lakes Lake Ontario The Erie Canal

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bark or froth

Providential (redux)

This town provides:

Mothers smile and say hello
Fathers hit fungo to their sons,
Families rally around the flag,
White picket fences keep others out,

Ambulances cruise & never use sirens,
Dogs never bark or froth,
Pigeons align themselves from pole to pole—

On electrified wires.

What I’m Reading:

All that grave weight of America
Cancelled! Like Greece and Rome.
The future in ruins!

— Louis Simpson / “Walt Whitman at Bear Mountain”

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tha’ smoke trees

smoke tree summer (haiku)

looka’ tha’ smoke trees —
pin cushions in summer air —
urchins in the sky

What I’m Reading:

I think we can very confidently now say that every heatwave that is occurring today has been made more intense and more likely because of climate change.

— Friederike Otto / Imperial College London

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do we care

CHEER UP …

… the earth is burning to a crisp as it simultaneously floods with water undrinkable …

… election season is upon us …

the planet’s little wars are joining hands

… i got mine, now you get yours—i don’t care …

… gonna take all them hard earned rights away—we don’t care …

… oil companies and other mega-corporations get tax breaks, government subsidies, supercharged tax shelters, while u pay ur taxes—we don’t care …

… did i mention me and my family got ours, and u and urs may get squat, or never will get any—do we care? …

CHEER UP!

What I’m Reading:

Besides, there are
tears which happen in a day
that it would take
a lifetime to explain.

— Mary Ruefle / “Trollope”

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bated agonal breath

Image: Roelant Savery c. 1620’s, in public domain / Wikipedia

Self-Inflicted Dodo Dada (redux)

A dusty path toward deliverance after a club on the head, a dark hour, a black age—

Quashed then regained. Diverted, re-charted, and reoriented

The crags and canyons—vertiginous—skirted. The roiling water. Up ahead the fog-smoke.

We live beneath the heat dome once a year—but the duration metastasizes—

At the terminal hour we’ll live beneath the heat dome year-round as feedback loops unspool their violence

In ineluctable gyres—followed by the exhalation of a bated agonal breath.

What I’m Reading:

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken-hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.

— James Wright / “Lying in a Hammock at a Friend’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota”

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rondos of chants

[a strange fortune …]

a strange fortune
the ministry where they linger—
throttle linking (and also separating)
belles from godsons (or ankles?)
a lovely novitiate
that homely workhouse,
that most quotidian of sizzles—
the portcullis?

what of grandmother porticoes—
postage-standing façade of tendons
or is it tom-toms?
pasted in plaid upon our donkeys
arguments, secular aggressors,
our spleens, our spelt,
wherever they may be,
legations sit with them awhile
affecting phrase-estimates
and the rondos of chants:

there’s no place like home … there’s no place like home … there’s no place like home

the end of the line, belfast, me

What I’m Reading:

the sun fails to make sense anymore

— Jake Skeets / “A Walk in Tsaile”

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dangerous extreme heat

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

Returning to the very same place,
let it be a hilltop
with a view of the night city …

— Tadeusz Dąbrowski / “Hilltop”


It is dangerous — extreme heat is the No. 1 weather-related killer, so you need to take it seriously…

— Michelle Grossman / NBC News Meteorologist


Global warming is costing lives, deepening health inequality and driving the spread of diseases across Europe. A review of hundreds of studies has revealed that between 2013 and 2022, there were around 17 more heat-related deaths per 100,000 people per year than during the previous nine years.

— Carissa Wong / “How climate change is hitting Europe” / Nature


… I want to catch your thin neck full
bodied breath in the blue

funeral vase, your death
masked. this is like that

satanist music where they
play it backwards. so I’ve heard.

— Stella Wong / “dramatic monologue as Beatriz Ferreyra”


My experience with high temperatures in the PNW heat dome included misery, anger, and desperation. The longer the heat went on the more obsessively focused on it I became. After three days all I could think about was how to cool down …

— Anonymous / from Bill McKibben’s Substack newsletter


To proceed, carefully and deliberately, from nonsense, with a straight face, often arriving at a new kind of sense. The world keeps opening up, unfolding, and just when we expect it to be closed — to be a sealed, sensible box — it shows us something completely surprising.

— David Byrne / Arboretum


… where once you used to be,
when your “whole life”
still lay ahead of you,
when everything was before.

— Tadeusz Dąbrowski / “Hilltop”

What I’m Listening To:

And the time will come when you see
we are all one, and life flows within
within you and without you

— George Harrison, Beatles / “Within You Without You”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 69

What I’m Reading:

forget the calls,
errands at the mall —
yr resolve’s
superfluous
as a clitoris.

— Maureen N. McLane / “Best Laid”

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