They Say Poetry is Dead...

They Say Poetry is Dead...

The Indestructible Observer

with guest writer Amie Whittemore

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Joan Kwon Glass
Jun 20, 2025
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How would a petunia consider a spoon? How would your future self consider plastic bags? How might an alien consider dried roses? Or melting snow?

This week’s guest writer is Amie Whittemore—Amie Whittemore (she/her) is the author of three poetry collections, most recently Nest of Matches (Autumn House Press), and the chapbook Hesitation Waltz (Midwest Writing Center). She was the 2020-2021 Poet Laureate of Murfreesboro, Tennessee, and an Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellow. Her poems have won multiple awards, including a Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Prize, and her writing has appeared in Blackbird, Colorado Review, Terrain.org, Pleiades, and elsewhere. She teaches creative writing at Eastern Illinois University.

Amie writes: My speculative poetry collection, Star-Tent: A Triptych, features poems from three different personae: a woman reflecting on her abduction by aliens, an indestructible observer caught in a black hole for eternity, and the collective voice of an alien species who encounter the Voyager Golden Record. While any of these personae could spur a writing prompt, I’d like to focus on one of the Indestructible Observer Poems, “The Indestructible Observer Remembers Summer.”

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In this poem, the Observer recalls summer, a birthday party, his beloved whom he refers to as Someone, and examines the memory through the lens of his current state, trapped in a black hole.

This current (non)existence, casts a new light on memories: What makes a self? What can we know about ourselves through the act of remembering? How does where we are during the act of remembering influence our understanding of that memory?

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