spending my last day in my twenties at work

Friend’s son (8) informs me that if being a professional baseball player doesn’t work out, he is considering a career in poetry.

One of my favorite short lectures by Anne Carson.

LLMs have convincingly demonstrated that coding is the easiest activity, maths is medium hard, and having taste is the hardest

"Can I read you some of my poetry?"

The way this @toddedillard poem lives in my brain every goddamn day.

Matthew Rohrer 💙

Rilke’s Book of Hours translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

We've looked at an eclipse from both sides now... While @NASAGlenn was looking up to see last night's Blood Moon, @Firefly_Space's Blue Ghost lunar lander was looking back at the "diamond ring" of a solar eclipse. A reminder that what you see often depends on your point of view.

https://t.co/6iImJ0WP2V

Maggie Smith:

I love this so much ❤️📚

for a few weeks I've had a tab open to these lines from Macbeth

Saying goodbye to The city’s last public pay phone booth 50th and 7th. Times square @1010WINS

Oscar predictions: Gyre: widening The centre cannot: hold Mere anarchy: loosed upon world The ceremony of innocence: drowned The best lack: all conviction Rough beast: slouches towards Bethlehem Best Picture: CODA

That's it. Poem about life.

25 years ago I tore this Richard Wilbur poem out of the New Yorker because I loved it so much. I still think its final stanza is one of the most beautiful descriptions of love I know: “Like a good fiddle, like the rose’s scent, / Like a rose window, or the firmament.”

Happy "Lana Turner" poem day to all who celebrate! On this day in 1962, Frank O'Hara wrote this poem on the Staten Island ferry (on his way to give a reading with Robert Lowell) after seeing a tabloid headline. More here on what actually happened to Lana: https://t.co/C7tJAUhIA4

William Stafford.

This O’Hara poem, one of my all-time faves.

I walk half a block before realizing I’ve forgotten my mask. —Harryette Mullen #PoemADay https://t.co/QmbpuzxbAP