
This selection, chosen by Guest Curator Kirsten Kowalewski, is from The Light We Cannot See by Anne Casey, released by Salmon Poetry in 2021.
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i i id ide idea ideate ideology ideologueidealii in my native tongue, i is topless: it’s lost its head—a lopped chıcken or dog -matıc, runnıng mındless, wıld iii in my native tongue, i is sometimes topped with a fada [i.e. ‘long’] soundíng a sílent scr[eee]am—as ín bean sí [banshee: ‘woman spírít’] emíttíng hígh pítched shríeks iv is what i think is needed in our [sk]in-deep society—a transfusion of truth wouldn’t go amiss in place of this iphone ipad ipod iwatch itv in[s]ane existence where the i:eyes have it... blïnking döts ïn the sky, ïn the walls, on the ceïlïng, vïa satellïte & sïrï or alex[ï] & strangers can link to conversations you’ve had in the [quasi¿] privacy of your very own mani[in]fested ïclouded home ic [sic] is what i’d intimate is missing in this in[v]erted semi-[un]conscious, icecap-melting, species-oblit[era]ting p[last]ic-proliferating, media-misap[prop]riating, ideate-[in]filtrating p[rot]ectïonïst state where independent id is ımpaıred, gaia’s spirit is shríekíng & ic: to care intensively is the impasse between i-centric conservation & an[nıhıl]ation


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