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You've stumbled onto the personal website of Case Duckworth, soon-to-be-household-name poet, bookmobile driver, computer enthusiast, casual cartoonist, and hobbyist cook living in Louisiana. I also read a lot, mostly to procrastinate at work; regardless, I write about that stuff too. The most recent things I read about included hometowns, shame, coffee, whiteness.

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Ars

2019-03-12

The sound of my hand sliding back
across the paper like a breath.
The slow exhale of thoughts on the page.
The pauses, like the swallowing
between pants. The nature of it all.
The way one thing means another —
the thing is never the thing, as they
say, as it is said. Breathing as the foundation
of health. Health as the foundation
of life. Life as the foundation — turtles
all the way down. Is there any way
to speak anymore without falling
into the stagnant pool of cliché?
I read the cliché is vastly important
to the memorization of Homer’s epics
and so is foundational to the work of poetry
in general. Is this an ars poetica?
Is any poem? Alternatively, is every one?

Pebbles worn down by water

2019-03-11

When god first stuck his tongue down
the throats of adam and eve he left
a jagged shard of rock to screech
and yowl and make a fuss over paradise
From that day to this none of us has ever
shut up
            We’ve developed a complex too from
the rough fatherly frenching a compulsion
to invent new forms of it continually without
even trying or thinking how they might be
received by those so unfortunate
as to share the rock with us
Which was first do you reckon
A laugh from a joke or from someone busting their ass
A hoarse whisper cain confiding to his brother’s
body just why he killed him
                                A song or even
a prayer offered up to a god who’d forsaken us
so early gone out to grab some smokes
as our house burned down around us
Whatever the order the laughs all came down
like lemmings to the sea in a wave
We sit here now
children with our toys strewn around us like bodies
wailing that we don’t have more

Contessa collection I

2019-03-09

I took a whole bunch of pictures last year on an old Contessa camera I inherited from my grandfather. I still need a lot of practice with analog photography, especially in the don’t move when taking a picture and the get the lighting right skillsets. Hopefully, putting my photos up here will light a fire under me to take more photos.

A blurry photo of my legs in pajamas, draped over the couch
A blurry photo of my legs in pajamas, draped over the couch
The view from our living room
The view from our living room
A mop standing against the wall, through a glass door
A mop standing against the wall, through a glass door
Our dog Stormy taking a break
Our dog Stormy taking a break
A jar filled with dirty water
A jar filled with dirty water
The trees behind our back yard
The trees behind our back yard
A chair
A chair
Stella looking for something or maybe just running around
Stella looking for something or maybe just running around
The top of my chest of drawers, featuring a keepsake box and Max
The top of my chest of drawers, featuring a keepsake box and Max
An ant’s eye view from the living room
An ant’s eye view from the living room
A dead bird
A dead bird
Another view of the dead bird, blurrily
Another view of the dead bird, blurrily
A blurry Stormy smile
A blurry Stormy smile
The beam keeping the fence up in the back
The beam keeping the fence up in the back
A poorly-composed picture featuring Stormy
A poorly-composed picture featuring Stormy
A door against the wall
A door against the wall
Still life with crumpled cup and bone
Still life with crumpled cup and bone
Interior crumbling ceiling with fan
Interior crumbling ceiling with fan
Our aloe plant, which tragically died that winter when we failed to bring it in
Our aloe plant, which tragically died that winter when we failed to bring it in
A blurry photo of a piano
A blurry photo of a piano
A less blurry photo of the same piano, with better lighting
A less blurry photo of the same piano, with better lighting
An extremely blurry photo of an extremely scratched-up desk
An extremely blurry photo of an extremely scratched-up desk
A blurry photo of our girl Stormy, featuring her rope
A blurry photo of our girl Stormy, featuring her rope
An empty plate with fork, lit harshly from above (I honestly don’t know what I was thinking with this one)
An empty plate with fork, lit harshly from above (I honestly don’t know what I was thinking with this one)