In a recent meeting at Yale Union, artist Aaron Flint Jamison said, “It is not woke to be cryptic”.
Once another friend said something about how being “poetic” is a cop-out for making sense or effectively communicating.
Being a poet/artist sometimes feels embarrassing. But what outweighs the embarrassment of writing poetry, is how concerning the presumption is that there are ultimate forms of communication, and the expressions which veer from standard are dismissed as not useful.
What function does nuance serve in these times? Can poetry and the like exist deliberately as antidotes to the prevalent systems of profiling that impose standardized definition upon us?
Here is an extensive sweep of critiques, reflections, transmissions, and feelings, all relevant and held together by the shape of our time.