“Beneath a tattoo of stars the gate open, so silent so like a tomb.
This is the city you most loved, an empty stairwell
where the next rain lifts invisibly from the Seine.
With solitude, your coat open, you walk
steadily as if the railings were there and your hands weren’t passing
through them.”—Carolyn Forche, Elegy (via lydianea)
“Poetry is an art of words but also the energy that moves through them—what comes from spirit or noumena, the impulse, the spark, and this is what makes the poem unparaphrasable.”—1967 Scholastic Awards alum Carolyn Forché, from “Reading the Living Archives: The Witness of Literary Art” (Poetry magazine, May 2011)
Starting April 1, we’ll be asking all of you to contribute a line of poetry of no more than 140 characters based on our word of the day. You can send us your line on Facebook or Twitter. At the end of the month, we’ll combine every single line submitted into one piece of poetry. The poem will be published on our blog, and we’ll also list all of our participants!
“Producing artwork is very much like playing a musical instrument. You have to do it everyday or you’ll simply become disconnected. You have to be willing to chug ahead no matter what happens.”—Philip Pearlstein (1941 & 1942 Scholastic Art & Writing Awards winner)