Is it possible that everything that can be done is being done to numb you to the essential and infinitely subtle suffering and joy of being alive?
Is it possible that poetry wants to awaken your awareness of the essential and infinitely subtle suffering and joy of being alive?
Is it possible that poetry can awaken you without telling you exactly how?
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To understand how we got to this point, we need to scratch away at our collective psychology. Put a mirror up to the horrors we harbour and continue to perpetuate. When I fast forward through ethnic cleansing, internal displacement, the White Australia Policy, and the continuous discomfort we have when someone dares articulate these tensions, I realise that we still harbour a darkness—one that without continued resistance, will always rear its ugly head. Continue reading Read this week
Art, too, is a system. It is a network of interdependent relationships: firstly of the artists with themselves and the world in which they live, and then with the artwork they create; next, with those who encounter the art and who then create relationships between the art, the world and themselves. Art is made and received in a dynamic structure of exchange in which order and disorder are in constant tension and flux. Its potential excess of sensory and emotional stimuli makes art particularly subject – just as the body is – to forces of control. Art both expresses modes of control and exceeds them, and art always, for better or worse, overflows its intentions. Continue reading Read this week
Everywhere one turns or cares to look, the signs of a collapsing world are evident; at the centre, at its extremities, the systems of western power are fragmenting. Thus the British empire at the beginning of the twentieth century, the German empire in the middle years of this century, and the American empire today are simultaneously forewarnings, witnesses and the history of this dissolution; and the development of each testified to the characteristic tendency of capitalist societies to amass violence for domination and exploitation and a diminishing return, a dialectic, in its use. “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold…” Continue reading Read this week
“I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me…” writes Ralph Ellison. “When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.”
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and also, a stretching of the word’s meaning
artists who experiment with process, work that emerges out of a dedication to craft and all the attendant mistakes, tests and discoveries
work that is in a state of becoming, process as transcendental, a commitment to the things you can’t win.
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‘control language and you control the society.’ …By some kind of inverted Shakespearian logic whereby a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, it doesn’t matter what we call the putrid things that emanate from within our culture, provided that we call them something, and talk about them. Continue reading Read this week