thirty days of poetry
prompt: how do i feel at the moment
little failing housewife, hunger hurts. these are not poems but
day 1, day 2, day 3. in her latest novel sally rooney writes elegies for
“beauty” in the end days of a civilization; she, as a marxist, views its death as
being tied to the capitalistic system. but what economic system
did produce beauty — when looms in each cottage allowed for
the ownership of the means of production, when each cottage had a little
garden? red worms and seasonal flowers and herbs in the ceiling? with what
she would also consider the oppression of women? and that was
early capitalism. do we think of beauty as the pretty guild of aristocratic
balls, because that was true, but it was also elite. the common people
had to content with the soft rise of the earth against the mouth of the
sky. and the soft chains to the spring, summer, fall of the seasons.
there is not enough beauty to go around. little housewife, i am supposed
to make this with my two hands. today i woke up late but i will
organize the shelves, i sit with my own dread and play with
vestiges of order, the earth blinks
flat and hopeful against the window.
the last pavilion 