Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, August 17, 2025

Sunday Snippets: DC

He doesn't just get to turn the American military against its own citizens. And now he wants to come for Oakland, Baltimore, Chicago. You think he's going to stop with those cities? You think he's going to stop if people keep rolling over for him? We have to stop him.

Epstein and Oedipus

The Mamdani effect: how his win spurred more than 10,000 progressives to consider run for office

"How Can I Write At A Time Like This?"

Trump administration asks judge to end policy on protections for immigrant children in custody

Trump wants a new U.S. census to exclude people here illegally. It'd be unprecedented

Former acting FBI director involved in Jan. 6 investigations fired

Scientists decry Trump energy chief’s plan to ‘update’ climate reports: ‘Exactly what Stalin did’

Accelerated brain ageing during the COVID-19 pandemic

'Link in Bio' Ruined All Our Brains

       It’s more a metaphor for the current state of our collective psyche that Instagram has spent the last decade-plus shaping: smoother, less literate brains are just better for business. (Absolutely sad but true!)

Poetic murals, haiku recordings among laureate's plans for Detroit

Twenty Years After the Storm

‘Self-termination is most likely’: the history and future of societal collapse

The antisociality of the trad wife

3 Businesses Transforming Food Waste into Profit



Wednesday, June 1, 2022

Book Review: The Hurting Kind

 

The Hurting Kind is Ada Limón's latest collection of poetry and to say it's timely would almost be a cliché at this point.

In the poem, "Not the Saddest Thing in the World", she writes

"Once it has been witnessed/and buried, I go about my day, which isn't/ordinary, exactly, because nothing is ordinary/now even when it is ordinary. Now something's/breaking always on the skyline"

The pandemic that is still gripping most of the world runs as an undercurrent throughout nearly every poem in the book. As does war and pain. It's a weary, a knowing weary, collection of poems. But there is hope in the weariness. In another poem: 

"I trust the world to come back./Return like a word, long forgotten and maligned"

The title poem, which is six parts, hits like a well timed shock to the system. The book builds to it and the line "I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof" is so beautifully put.

A worthy and deserved addition to anyone's bookshelves and an even more amazing book from the author!