Just finished reading, relishing, and re-reading the Jennifer Moxley interview in Jacket 37. You can read her poem The State, from last year’s collection The Line, here, which is where I’m lifting it from too: The State However much we wish it so, everything does not change in a moment. The sedative present, tugging, sucking, and many-voiced, timelessly freights the mind. There...
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Speak not to a woman about her rival, nor to a coward about war, to a merchant...– Sirach, Chapter 37
My poetic impulse is dichotomous. It organizes sensory experience into two frames – the first, of subjective experience: money, memory, physicality, sexuality, interest rates, psychology, employment, and so forth; and the second, of ‘world events’: the immense, mediated other. This other frame of reference is articulated almost entirely through representations of experience rather than...
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