Irony allows us to grasp the nebulae of death or time or memory and examine them as things, briefly, because irony is a posture toward existence that grants the bizarre possibility that things like flowers could stand in the place of gigantic death.
We had nothing to do but break onto the golf course at night and know nothing about the constellations. When I saw you, high in the supermarket, two summers after moving away, we had nothing to say. I was so young
Seamus Haney + Kanye West
A poem by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco
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