Poem of the day

The Universe: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
 
The first track still almost swings. High hat and snare, even
A few bars of sax the stratosphere will singe-out soon enough.

Synthesized strings. Then something like cellophane
Breaking in as if snagged to a shoe. Crinkle and drag. White noise,

Black noise. What must be voices bob up, then drop, like metal shavings
In molasses. So much for us. So much for the flags we bored

Into planets dry as chalk, for the tin cans we filled with fire
And rode like cowboys into all we tried to tame. Listen:

The dark we've only ever imagined now audible, thrumming,
Marbled with static like gristly meat. A chorus of engines churns.

Silence taunts: a dare. Everything that disappears
Disappears as if returning somewhere.
Tracy K. Smith 

 

Upcoming events in Penn Book Center's

Random Name Poetry Series 

(Readings are on Saturdays at 2pm)


 

May 3: Lillian Dunn, Alina Pleskova, and Jackee Sadicario

May 31: Emily Abendroth and Stacy Szymaszek

June 28: Amelia Bentley and Ron Silliman

July 19: Dianna Dragonetti and Jacob Russell

August 2: Mark Johnson and Steve McLaughlin

 

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