1. the poem "
more windows" by fred moten, which i saw yesterday on the instagram of
tom snarsky, a poet who posts a lot of great poetry all the time. i love the use of "pie" as almost like an amulet, a charm, in the flow of the poem, and the cherry sweet casualness of the diction and lineation and spacing, especially the ending
we'll be alrightremember that
time you and me
yeah all the time
tonight i'll see
you tonight pie
i love you bye
2. the poem "
high windows" by phillip larkin, which has a very different vibe but which i've loved since the first time i read it, especially the ending—there is something that always really gets me (the most beautiful image of oblivion, the atheist sublime)
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
3. the song "
laid" by james, especially the ending of each of the paragraphs of the song with
the rapid fire snare fill that i can't help but air drum (literally or metaphorically). that when i was just playing the song and it ended spotify next played "
first of the gang to die" by morrissey, who is a racist terf and can go fuck himself but also i will always love this song and the memory of deborah playing it for me for the first time on a summer car ride through bloomington on our way home with the windows open and the breeze coming in and i'm thankful for the beauty of the song wait for it especially the ending and the way that the word "away" gets stretched out into a dance.
He stole all hearts away, away
He stole all hearts away, away
He stole all hearts away, away
He stole all hearts away, away