In the vein of Sianne Ngai's exploration of "unprestigious negative affects," I have long been interested in the poetics of boredom, irritation, negative self-talk -- unglamorous emotions that rarely make it into poetry or art and yet fundamentally inform more of my day-to-day experience than I wish. I want to think there is space for redemption, even here and everywhere, by paying very close attention to the thing.
Tracy Fuad on "Considering the Unit of the Day" |
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"Queer Black Grxl Survival in the Thick of it all: Aurielle Marie's Gumbo Ya Ya"
"In many places throughout the book, but especially in Gumbo Ya Ya, the title piece, I was trying to anticipate where non-Black people would try to land with some of the work and how they would try to make it applicable to themselves, and trying to call them out on that landing spot, because what I was also trying to do in the book was create a safe space for Black femme folks at the expense of other people's comfort."
via SCALAWAG |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Douglas Luman on bpNichol's "First Screening"
"The poems are active; they literally reveal themselves. Even on what must be my hundredth viewing, the works are clever and moving solutions of poetic and technical 'problems.' Letters flutter, travel, disappear. Linguistic invention gives way to parallel, co-present visual-spatial metaphor. A romance occurs off screen in the code even if the viewer/user doesn't execute the author-provided code to see it happen ('Off-Screen Romance')." |
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