
Lisa Marie Basile
poet, author, journalist | @lunalunamag | books https://t.co/KPJtAByaXO | words @nytimes @incastellated @bax_series @newschoolwrites #fosteryouth #chronicillness
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lisamariebasile.substack.com | May Swenson |Lisa Marie Basile
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBody my housemy horse my houndwhat will I dowhen you are fallen— "Question" by May SwensonI’ve been breaking for years, but I finally came apart last summer—my summer of rupture. It all started with inflammatory arthritis—axial spondyloarthritis—which I’ve had for over a decade. I was diagnosed by experts at NYU and the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York City after years of eye inflammation, fatigue, and spinal pain.
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2 months ago |
lisamariebasile.substack.com | Lisa Marie Basile
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2 months ago |
lisamariebasile.substack.com | Lisa Marie Basile
Discover more from I Remember EternityThis is I Remember Eternity (the name comes from a Marosa di Giorgio poem), a container for thoughts on a life of poetics & updates on me, Lisa Marie Basile. By subscribing, I agree to Substack's Terms of Use, and acknowledge its Information Collection Notice and Privacy Policy. I am suffused within the honeyed light of the Mediterranean; I’m woozy with it.
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lisamariebasile.substack.com | Lisa Marie Basile
I am suffused within the honeyed light of the Mediterranean; I’m woozy with it. I’m on a Palermo balcony at dusk overlooking a silent, empty back alley that, by night, becomes a living, breathing womb of bodies. As if out of nowhere, there will soon be folding chairs and tables. And then the music. And then the voices will bounce between moss-covered buildings, which loom over the alleys and cobbled streets like crooked, darkened teeth. Over the night markets of pleasure.
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ankylosingspondylitisnews.com | Alexandra Fendrich |Lisa Marie Basile |Jemma Newman |Margarida Maia
One evening in December, I scrolled through photos on my phone, looking back at each moment in time.
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You can watch me read some new poems by clicking the link below <3

https://t.co/EOkPqkxO5l 💡

This was a fun reading last night! Thanks to all the readers, and to @nightlightpoems for letting me read some sad-erotic-obsession poems from Saint Of for you all. xo

the recording of last night’s excellent reading with @sweatylamarr, @lisamariebasile, @louielibrary, & @hipcandelori is now up on YouTube!! if you couldn’t be there with us in the Zoom last night I hope you might check it out, there was magic in the air (🔗 in the 🧵 just below) https://t.co/cNnO8V1t5u

Thank you for the SAINT OF love, @crystalclearjt! I appreciate you!

Just read this too by @lisamariebasile It's strange, visionary & emotionally incisive poetry, "plagued with dreams of elseness." There is pain, certainly, but there is also hope & beauty: "I have let poetry and flowers sustain me / in my ruin." Wonderful. https://t.co/L8iIBFLDHs https://t.co/t5Hq6O5cTK