Movements across Grief and Vulnerability, with Phillip B. Williams’ “Final Poem for the Deer”
Poetry’s landscape is carpeted with moons, and beneath each poet’s moon is the poet’s deer, dipping its head into silver waters. Some people roll their eyes and take both moon and deer as hopelessly expended images or a juvenile rite of passage before the real artist settles on more mature imagery. But in my view,…
Quick November Update + Now on Tumblr
It’s quite funny that my last post begins by talking about how it was already September. Well, here we are all the way in November! Quite frankly, I’ve had some of the most intensely stressful and dreadful months lately. Chalking October up to a total loss.Another aspect of my own inability to write here is…
In the Works
Somehow, it is September already. I spent nearly all of August suspended–waiting for the appearance of anything that would orient me in time and space. As are many periods of ostensible inactivity, I think I spent the last month latently processing ideas and projects yet to be. A month in the works. As such, I…
Cursory Thoughts on “BIRTH OF A NATION” by Jameka Williams
For the last few weeks, I have been thinking about Jameka Williams’ poem “BIRTH OF A NATION.” It so vividly ranges from eroticism to histories of violence, from the vitals of the “erotic self begun” to the slavery and extinction brought to bear by the nation. These elements are not merely juxtaposed but intercalated through…
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Extimate Others 