Now let's all take a deep breath and start over. Hello, my name is mostly water. My name is I have never known a world other than this one. You too? Maybe you are also dismayed by our inability to quickly travel into space and were hoping by the time you grew up there would be something resembling a bullet train to the moon or even Mars. In the Fifties, they seemed so sure of the future's brightness, which may have been a side effect of having stared directly at the blast of the atomic bomb and believing perhaps foolishly but understandably that things could not get worse and so had to get better. It never works that way, does it? My parents are hunkered down in Florida waiting for the latest hurricane to do whatever it is going to do and there's another hurricane queued up behind it. You can believe that because you're alive and living is a procession of letdowns punctuated hopefully by pinnacles of good feeling. It never works that way, does it? Still, the water in your hands is the water in my hands is the water saw-blading its way up the coast. Give me a hand with this thing we call the future.
Jude Nutter has won the €10,000 Moth Poetry Prize for her poem "Dead Drift" at a special event at Poetry Ireland in Dublin, as part of the Poetry Day Ireland celebrations. Read Nutter's winning poem in the article.
"Rilke’s unpublished missive to a distant beloved became an archetype for much of my sense of the poetic: an epistle (in)to the unknown fueled by a compassion that comprehends radical otherness as an aspect of the self exceeding the self."
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