Tumble me down, and I will sit/ Upon my ruines (smiling yet :)
—If you thought the English language went downhill when the emoticon was introduced, you can blame a 17th-century poet. Editor Levi Stahl found that English poet Robert Herrick used the first emoticon in his 1648 poem “To Fortune.” For more on the potential ruin of language, read Fiona Maazel’s piece on commercial grammar. (via millionsmillions)
The poems in Absent Mindr musically loop and knot through themes of love, family, pop divas, the body, and the voice itself—articulating a terrain of contemporary American Indian queer identity that extends from Pico’s roots on the Viejas Indian Reservation of the Kumeyaay Nation, into the hipster haven of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and out into cyberspace.
BY LESLIE JAMISON
The wounded woman gets called a stereotype, and sometimes she is. But sometimes she’s just true. I think the possibility of fetishizing pain is no reason to stop representing it. Pain that gets performed is still pain. Pain turned trite is still pain. I think the charges of cliché and performance offer our closed hearts too many alibis, and I want our hearts to be open. I just wrote that. I want our hearts to be open. I mean it.
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