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Diane Seuss escribe en Letras Libres

Oct 20, 2024 | letraslibres.com | Diane Seuss
“I Nearly Died from the Socratic Method”

Sep 23, 2024 | newyorker.com | Diane Seuss

of dying, from hemlock unbeknownstto me in my garden. Unbeknownst, I picked a prettyhemlock bouquet,mistaking it for wildcarrot, inhalingenough of its noxious powdersto drop a donkey but not a god,and not a philosopher,who must drink it as a potion from a cup. A poet? Who knows. Who can claim to be a poet? My Socrates told me to nevermake that claim, it paints you as a hotdog, a peabrain. Nonetheless,I sickened from the bouquet,my legs heavy, my lungs flimsy and sad.
Modern Poetry: Poems

May 27, 2024 | libraryjournal.com | Diane Seuss

. Mar. 2024. 112p. ISBN 9781644452752. $26. POETRY COPY ISBN In her follow-up to the Pulitzer Prize–winning frank: sonnets, Seuss assesses the nature and value of poetry by purveying beautifully hard-edged plainspokenness to capture aspects of her life. She recalls her upbringing in a “desolate town,” her working-class background (“My class.
The Best I Can Do Is to Be Concrete

May 22, 2024 | harpers.org | Diane Seuss

From a manuscript in progress. The best I can do is to be concrete,by which I mean cementedin place. Bywhich I mean beingthe mean witchI concretely have become. A pointy blackfactual hat. A nonfictional wand. My husky boyfeet cemented into the concreteveranda. A veranda I call a verandabecause it is not a veranda. Read me my Miranda rights on that one;it’s a class thing. Like calling a soda cracker a Tombstonepizza.
Better than to receive a treat, I would like to know the taste of a treat in someone else’s mouth

May 12, 2024 | cordite.org.au | Diane Seuss

or in something else’s mouth. The muskof a shrew in a snake’s jaw. The scalesof a snake under the bobcat’s fangs. The polio vaccine-saturated sugarcube melting awayin a kid’s mouth. What glee, to receive,on a six-faced, twelve-edgedconvex polyhedron, sweetness,not a needle in the ass. A fatlie on the lips of the skinny minister. Candy on CandyDarling’s tongue. The stickof a Blow Pop wedged in the gapbetween her teeth as she walked in her tallheels into the DeVern School of Cosmetology.
Nature Which Cannot Be Driven To

Mar 20, 2024 | theatlantic.com | Diane Seuss

To drive to it is to drive through it. Like a stalker, it is in the back seat of the car. It’s in the passenger seat, and the wires of the radio. You want to think of it as a destination, a two-week break from purchase power. Though you have purchased much to get there. Certain shoes, with certain soles. Like an exile in a self-made skiff in the middle of a tortured sea, nature is what you have done to it.
Modern Poetry | Poetry Foundation

Mar 4, 2024 | poetryfoundation.org | Diane Seuss |Virginia Konchan

By Diane Seuss A post-Romantic lyric autobiography, Diane Seuss’s Modern Poetry, in reinventing the 19th- and 20th-century poetic canons, deconstructs how poems and poets are made, and what poems mean. I was beginning to understand, but barely. To ask a pertinent question now and then, like where the hell was Langston Hughes in Modern Poetry? Dickinson, in Nineteenth Century American Lit?
Diane Seuss: "F. Scott"

Feb 28, 2024 | yalereview.org | Diane Seuss

Diane Seuss I hate watching men on TV chase women in order to kill them. The women all seem to be marathonrunners but still the men catch themand kill them. Neverdo these women have meaton their bones. They’re designedlike axe handles. The mencan be allergists, animal trainers, armoredtruck drivers, aromatherapists, I couldgo through the whole alphabet;they can be otters or bodybuilders, teenagers, octogenarians, brothers, husbands, or strangers, they could be F.
Cowpunk by Diane Seuss

Dec 2, 2023 | poetryfoundation.org | Diane Seuss

Do you think your suffering is exceptional? Maybe. Maybe not. The times are strange, no doubt. In the heat of it, what I believed was the heat of it, I shouted like a dockworker that I was unafraid. Come at me, I hollered, you can only kill me once. There is nothing left to take. I’ve said that before. I still hear the echo from when the flames licked my feet, my fearlessness a cabaret. Of course, there is more to take. I’m copious and so are you. My pipe. My roses. My stubborn mule.
Juke by Diane Seuss

Dec 1, 2023 | poetryfoundation.org | Diane Seuss

What kind of juke do you prefer? For me, it’s the kind with three songs and thirty-seven blank title strips. Three songs, and two are “Luckenbach, Texas.” The third is beautiful and arcane, but the patrons hate it, and the record skips. I prefer the three-song juke and the three-toothed human smile. I found the juke of my dreams in a bar called “Chums,” no clue the origin or meaning of the quotation marks. It was a prime number of a bar, and now it’s dead.