@kimdorman.bsky.social
American poet residing in India / Corbel Stone Press
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
Reposted
Another sharp percept of poetry’s high processual work (“words in a cranial theater”!) and slow-arriving “get”—out of Merrill Gilfillan’s _Old River New River: A Miscellany_ (Red Dragonfly Press, 2019):
November 24, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Another sharp percept of poetry’s high processual work (“words in a cranial theater”!) and slow-arriving “get”—out of Merrill Gilfillan’s _Old River New River: A Miscellany_ (Red Dragonfly Press, 2019):
November 24, 2025 at 3:27 PM
November 24, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Illiterate
I raised my face to the sky,
that huge stone of worn-out letters,
but the stars told me nothing.
-Octavio Paz,
from "Riprap"
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
I raised my face to the sky,
that huge stone of worn-out letters,
but the stars told me nothing.
-Octavio Paz,
from "Riprap"
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
November 24, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Illiterate
I raised my face to the sky,
that huge stone of worn-out letters,
but the stars told me nothing.
-Octavio Paz,
from "Riprap"
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
I raised my face to the sky,
that huge stone of worn-out letters,
but the stars told me nothing.
-Octavio Paz,
from "Riprap"
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
4 p.m., three black-hooded orioles in the guava tree ... leaden sky
November 24, 2025 at 2:00 PM
4 p.m., three black-hooded orioles in the guava tree ... leaden sky
Rocking chair
Shaker
ca. 1820-50
Shaker
ca. 1820-50
November 24, 2025 at 8:48 AM
Rocking chair
Shaker
ca. 1820-50
Shaker
ca. 1820-50
10.30 a.m., butterfly above the young banana plant … in the field an egret’s long neck
November 24, 2025 at 5:18 AM
10.30 a.m., butterfly above the young banana plant … in the field an egret’s long neck
The hand of day opens
Three clouds
And these few words
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
Three clouds
And these few words
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
November 24, 2025 at 5:15 AM
The hand of day opens
Three clouds
And these few words
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
Three clouds
And these few words
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
6 a.m., the room dark … memory … imagined patterns of past events … light rain … lowing of cows
November 24, 2025 at 2:26 AM
6 a.m., the room dark … memory … imagined patterns of past events … light rain … lowing of cows
Vision
I saw myself when I shut my eyes:
space, space
where I am and am not.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
I saw myself when I shut my eyes:
space, space
where I am and am not.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
November 24, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Vision
I saw myself when I shut my eyes:
space, space
where I am and am not.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
I saw myself when I shut my eyes:
space, space
where I am and am not.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
Reposted
“I’m not a serious thinker. I’m a writer: that’s very different. I think a writer’s intelligence has to be alive, has to be incomplete. It has to carry contradiction. It has to be sort of haphazard and amateur.”
- Benjamín Labatut
- Benjamín Labatut
November 23, 2025 at 10:02 PM
“I’m not a serious thinker. I’m a writer: that’s very different. I think a writer’s intelligence has to be alive, has to be incomplete. It has to carry contradiction. It has to be sort of haphazard and amateur.”
- Benjamín Labatut
- Benjamín Labatut
Reposted
Guy Davenport (b. 23 November 1927): “I can claim the effort, at least, of making prose ideograms in emulation of Pound’s poetic ones. An ideogram gathers components into a molecular structure that has charm rather than demonstrable sense.” (The claim, too, of Eliot Weinberger’s essayistic prose?)
November 23, 2025 at 10:38 PM
Guy Davenport (b. 23 November 1927): “I can claim the effort, at least, of making prose ideograms in emulation of Pound’s poetic ones. An ideogram gathers components into a molecular structure that has charm rather than demonstrable sense.” (The claim, too, of Eliot Weinberger’s essayistic prose?)
November 23, 2025 at 2:12 PM
6.26 p.m. dark … no electricity … two hours of heavy rain begins to stop … rare sound of a passing plane
November 23, 2025 at 1:01 PM
6.26 p.m. dark … no electricity … two hours of heavy rain begins to stop … rare sound of a passing plane
At the Door
People, words, people.
I hesitated:
up there the moon, alone.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
People, words, people.
I hesitated:
up there the moon, alone.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
November 23, 2025 at 12:54 PM
At the Door
People, words, people.
I hesitated:
up there the moon, alone.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
People, words, people.
I hesitated:
up there the moon, alone.
-Octavio Paz,
from “Riprap”
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
Po Chü-i
(tr. Arthur Waley)
(tr. Arthur Waley)
November 23, 2025 at 10:09 AM
Po Chü-i
(tr. Arthur Waley)
(tr. Arthur Waley)
Biography
Not what he might have been:
but what he was.
And what he was is dead.
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
Not what he might have been:
but what he was.
And what he was is dead.
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
November 23, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Biography
Not what he might have been:
but what he was.
And what he was is dead.
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
Not what he might have been:
but what he was.
And what he was is dead.
-Octavio Paz
(tr. Muriel Rukeyser)
Po Chü-i
(tr. Arthur Waley)
(tr. Arthur Waley)
November 23, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Po Chü-i
(tr. Arthur Waley)
(tr. Arthur Waley)