...who we choose to love and, by extension, invest in is political.
Investing in people is also investing bodies and this does not exist outside out of historical priorities and possibilities.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
∆ Louise Glück, from “Nostos” in Meadowlands
“Whereas the beautiful is limited, the sublime is limitless, so that the mind in the presence of the sublime, attempting to imagine what it cannot, has pain in the failure but pleasure in contemplating the immensity of the attempt.”
∆ Immanuel Kant, Critique of Pure Reason
“Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was.”
∆ Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)
draw a floor plan of the first place we ever remember living. now add significant details.
no ideas but in things.
choose from the white hot places of experience and write not in sentences but in bursts of feelings, phrases, words. objects.
now isolate them, write a poem.