life is poetry. we are the poets

[dovewatcher]

[havingapoemwithyou]

I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame by Franny Choi

[acertainknot]

The paradox that language can evoke experience that transcends words is perhaps the highest tribute to the power of language. But those are words in poetic use.

Stern, D. N. (1985) The Interpersonal World of the Infant: A View from Psychoanalysis and Developmental Psychology. New York: Basic Books. pp. 176–177.

[acertainknot]

Language forces a space between interpersonal experience as lived and as represented. And it is exactly across this space that the connections and associations that constitute neurotic behavior may form. But also with language, infants for the first time can share their personal experience of the world with others, including “being with” others in intimacy, isolation, loneliness, fear, awe, and love.

Stern, D. N. (1985) The Interpersonal World of the Infant: A View from Psychoanalysis and Developmental Psychology. New York: Basic Books. p. 182.

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[havingapoemwithyou]

Not This by Olena Kalytiak Davis

[havingapoemwithyou]

Dinosaur by Richard Siken

[havingapoemwithyou]

Elegy to the time it takes to realize the futility of elegies by Bob Hicok

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth."

~ Walt Whitman, poet (31 May 1819-1892

[improvisedliturgy]

totality as a flood of convergences

They say that history repeats itself but history is only his-story. You haven't heard my story yet. My story is different from his story. My story is not part of history because history repeats itself. But my story is endless, it never repeats itself. Why should it? The sunset does not repeat itself. Neither does a sunrise. Nature never repeats itself. My story is close to mystery.

Sun Ra, quoted in John Szwed, Space is the Place p. 317

One of the most disturbing consequences of colonization could well be this notion of a single History, and therefore of power, which has been imposed on others by the West. […] The struggle against a single History for the cross-fertilization of histories means repossessing both a true sense of one’s time and identity: proposing in an unprecedented way a revaluation of power.

Edouard Glissant, Caribbean Discourse p. 93

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[borderepisteme-deactivated20260]

“I am what I am, but never simply directly. One always becomes what one is, and this is to be taken quite literally. It does not mean that at the end of some long and painstaking formative process we finally become what we are: it means that even our most ‘immediate’ identity already involves a becoming in the sense of what one could call with Kant a ‘transcendental decision’ or transcendental choice of character.”

Alenka Zupančič, On Sex Without Identity