The Phoenix Has Risen (2021) — Self-portrait By Stephanie C. Nnamani

“One touch wasn’t enough.”

— Dave Smith, from “Looking Up,” Looking Up: Poems 2010-2022 (Louisiana State University Press, 2022)

“A capitalist society requires a culture based on images. It needs to furnish vast amounts of entertainment in order to stimulate buying and anesthetize the injuries of class, race, and sex. And it needs to gather unlimited amounts of information, the better to exploit natural resources, increase productivity, keep order, make war, give jobs to bureaucrats. The camera’s twin capacities, to subjectivize reality and to objectify it, ideally serve these needs and strengthen them. Cameras define reality in the two ways essential to the workings of an advanced industrial society: as a spectacle (for masses) and as an object of surveillance (for rulers). The production of images also furnishes a ruling ideology. Social change is replaced by a change in images. The freedom to consume a plurality of images and goods is equated with freedom itself. The narrowing of free political choice to free economic consumption requires the unlimited production and consumption of images.”

— Susan Sontag, On Photography

I remembered the capabilities I possess and everything is gonna be okay

being compassionate to yourself involves making it a discipline to do the things that you love, no matter how many times you attempt to convince yourself that it’s no use. being compassionate with yourself involves sitting down and writing, even when you feel insecure about the work you’re producing. being compassionate with yourself involves taking a walk outside because you haven’t had any fresh air the whole day. being compassionate with yourself involves committing yourself to learning something new even if it hasn’t gone well many times before. being compassionate with yourself is about committing to the discipline of self-betterment and healing.

Yet I am in love with words. They are doves falling out of the ceiling.

“Be careful of words, even the miraculous ones. For the miraculous we do our best, sometimes they swarm like insects and leave not a sting but a kiss. They can be as good as fingers. They can be as trusty as the rock you stick your bottom on. But they can be both daisies and bruises. Yet I am in love with words. They are doves falling out of the ceiling. They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap. They are the trees, the legs of summer, and the sun, its passionate face…” — Anne Sexton, a fragment from “Words”, from the book “The Awful Rowing Toward God” (Houghton Mifflin Co; March 1, 1975) (via Alive on all Channels)

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Samanid, underglazed, slip-painted pottery bowls.

10th century, Iran

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I used to be a human then i was godlike and perfect for a while and then I got tired and now im an beast. you know how it is

“To forget how you tasted those leggy afternoons when our bodies spilled like wine across the floor, is to admit a hawk into the house. Is to wring a rag of water. When I’m in the thicket with my smaller hungers, I don’t need to know every cave and what it stores, cool and damp, for you. I don’t need to know how many nests are lined with your hair. There’s nothing tame about twilight, this old song shaking the sweetgum leaves— when I thirst I dream like a violin waiting the bow.”

— Amie Whittemore, from “Nocturne,” Birmingham Poetry Review (no. 49, Spring 2022)