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[roughghosts]

Imagining the exotic: A Luminous History of the Palm by Jessica Sequeira

Imagining the exotic: A Luminous History of Palms by Jessica Sequeira @jess_sequeira @sublunaryeds

As a child of the temperate zone, there is no way that the palm tree can ever be redefined as ordinary. Raised and nurtured amid aspen, spruce and pine, the palm was that magical backdrop to postcard perfect white sands and crashing waves, the defining feature of the gawdy Hawaiian shirt, the label of Malibu Rum. When I was growing up, the closest I ever came to the real thing was the handful of…

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[alwaysalreadyangry]

The head has traditionally been thought to contain the mind, the consciousness, such that its removal suggests removal of thought, logical cognition and organized deliberation. Descriptions from the ‘outside’, however, decadent as they may be, do not represent the lived experience of being without a head. Where are the descriptions of headlessness from within, from the perspective of someone missing this part of the body? There is, of course, a paradox in this — how can one think and describe if one is headless? — but where some see impossibility, others see opportunity.

On Headlessness — Jessica Sequeira – minor literature[s]

[snitnation]

In other hands, Kit Robinson’s Leaves of Class might have been a tirade on the social inequalities present in the United States, a poetic album of personal experiences based on wealth and occupation. While not strident in this way — the mood of the book lies somewhere on the scale of chill between “kick back” and “take ten” — Robinson’s book of poems does grapple with these questions, in its way. What are “leaves of class”? All the texts and objects that mark our reality, that repeat in our daily lives, that go about constructing who we are. Robinson collects throwaway phrases on everything from pop to athletics and casually arranges them into poems, organized around his “I”. He also notes objects, such as the 17 Reasons billboard on Mission and 17th in San Francisco, which he likely passes everyday, and to which he insistently returns.

Jessica Sequeira, Chill and Critique – Anomaly – Medium

[themissingslate]

Following Tsvetaeva, it’s not that each age has its corresponding poet, but that the great poets surpass their age, go beyond their age. It’s not that yesterday we had great poets, but that we’ve had them ever since then and will have them forever. A great poet lasts forever.

Emma Villazón, tr. Jessica Sequeira, published in The Missing Slate

[themissingslate]

An essay occurred to us, or the theme for an essay: ideas about things that were happening. An idea of love that was intense but joyful, a pleasant form of liberty. A homage to colonized countries and their cultural enterprises. The relationship between the concept of art and its industry, a relationship that while necessary improves with porosity. We returned hungry. We wanted to bathe, wanted to drink rum. We wanted to write or smoke on the balcony. The horizon appeared to expand as the sun went down.

Claudio Iglesias, “Postscript- Cochabamba”. Tr. Jessica Sequeira.

[themissingslate]

...the only possible answer is to cultivate the ethic of solitude, and learn how to be elegant in hell: 'I read feeling my way forward, like a blind man / a painting that looks exactly like / what you wanted to express: / my home has always been bleakness. / We are such strange people / corroded by the memory of beauty.'

Liliana Colanzi, How To Be Elegant In Hell. Tr. Jessica Sequeira, published in The Missing Slate.