I’ve always been shades of fat. As a child, I was taught that fatness and beauty were mutually exclusive. By fourteen, I was ready to punish my body and earn thinness so I could be valuable. With the so-called help of medical professionals—and my mother—I embarked on my first diet. It’s still hard to accept that my worth isn’t tied to my appearance. Reclaiming ownership of my own mind is the eternal task.
Rennie Ament on "Hungry Poem" |
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Conversation with Patrycja Humienik & Sarah Ghazal Ali
"Perhaps poetry itself is an argument for attentiveness to the minutiae of the world, for reading the world. Perhaps we live in an argument with death. To attend to details, to be so permeable to beauty and ache, can be enlivening, exhausting, and dangerous. And the absurd demands of a poem are such that you can take months considering a single comma, many seasons contemplating a single word. One could say, What a waste of time. And then we have to scrutinize how it is we pass the hours. Doesn’t language shape our world? Is language not one of the essential materials of our lives?"
via BOMB MAGAZINE |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Kristin Dykstra on Other Arts
"Dissonance dwells around a dirt road. Dirt roads appear stable, but with time you perceive that they exist in flux. Dissonance became a book of time. Time turns various and nervy–a click marking a photographic moment, a slow burn of interior pain. Photographs interrupt time, invite you into its astonishment. They propose other dimensions, reminding us that even our thoughts enter the past as they travel through the mind." |
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