"…the institutionalized worship of poetry, which produces a programmatic absence of the poem."
-“A Rhythm Party Manifesto,” Henri Meschonnic, trans. by Ava Spector and Lisa Robertson
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"There is no room in my heart for important men who surround themselves with flowers. Take the garland of wives and daughters from around your neck. That you feel safe they would not choke you makes me sick."
"The first poets I met when I went to graduate school for fiction claimed they were prophets, mystics, deranged seers, opium takers, orchestrators of orgies, the messengers and progeny of Bacchus, Lupercalian ogres, disgraced deities, bratty bards, and drunken augurs. I said I was a materialist. Occasional sensualist, because my poet boyfriend used that word and I wanted to be his twin more than I wanted to be his lover. I was unable to look past what was right there. Unable to hear anything except what was audible. Unable to imagine touching anything that did not already have a name, a defined form. I repeated the same ideas in every poem. I had only one thing to say. I was so terrified of saying it because once I said it, would I still have anything left to say? To have so little to say. To insist on speaking. To create a silence every time we speak. To know all this and do it anyway. This is as close as I can get to saying what I mean."
— Jenny Zhang, Hags (via aimeelouisewall)