I forgive you

For putting forth only revisions of yourself, with punctuation worked over, instead of the disordered truth, I forgive you.The stories are here, but [where] are we?Perhaps we’re slated to ascend to some kind of intelligence that doesn’t need bodies, or clean water, or even air.Each word becomes a scream.It’s why I carry matches.

Links above (in red) are quoted text.

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

Sentences are powerful. Brian Dillon wrote a whole book about them. Put enough sentences together and you’ll have your own book. Writers tend to collect other people’s sentences. I do. This week’s combistory juxtaposes five I encountered online this week. Nudging you to read the pieces I found them in is the point of this combinatory play. The authors of the sentences, in order of placement, are:

Dilruba Ahmed from her poem “Phase One,” read by Pádraig Ó Tuama on On Being

Martin Shaw in Small Gods

Ellen Bass from her poem “The Big Picture,” read by Amanda Palmer on brainpickings

Christina Tudor-Sideri reviewed by Joseph Schreiber on roughghosts

Carin Makuz at Matilda Magtree, in Details

All five sentences caught my attention, but it’s the first I keep returning to, and the whole of Dilruba Ahmed’s remarkable poem. I’m working on my own list of things I hold against myself. When I’m ready, I intend to set the list on fire. It’s why I carry matches.

Match photo on the commatology homepage is by Gift Habeshaw on Unsplash

2 Responses to “I forgive you”

  1. carin

    Leslie, I absolutely love what you’re doing. The combistories are gorgeous (this one, a fave) and the links you provide (I agree, the first line is brilliant… I will get comfy and listen to podcast with pleasure). Thank you so much for all of this!

    And I would have never guessed the ‘matches’ line. You make magic out of foundness.

  2. commatologist

    Thanks, Carin! I’m having lots of fun with them. I was so excited when I saw your “matches” sentence – I knew it was just the spark the other sentences needed!

    Hope you enjoy(ed) the podcast. It’s a preview of season 2 of Poetry Unbound. Season 1 was being aired (are podcasts “aired”?) when I was with Mom, and I would have been lost without it.


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