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Where and who do I go with without myself? The long widths of you across a year of myself near you…I am in need of me.

From “Second Sonnet” by Tawanda Mulalu

The Paris Review 239 (Spring 2022)

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I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of inflections

Or the beauty of innuendoes,

The blackbird whistling

Or just after.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by WALLACE STEVENS (Poetry Foundation)

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Some of us are born a little mournful, and we spend our lives discovering new traditions for housing those ghosts we’ve long considered companions. Framing, I’d venture, is central to this urge. It gives memories a physique.

Durga Chew-Bose: Letter of Recommendation: Framing in NYT

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IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF ACCELERATION NOW by Binyavanga Wainaina in Chimurenga Chronic

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Body, you’re so thin I think you’re fleeing

yourself. I see from the room’s centre the rest

of the house looms, tightening into a fist

around you—curved foetal, as if hungering

for rebirth, for paradise, beside my cruciform.

Poem: #JKAnowe’s An Outpatient’s Night at the Psyche Ward (The Shore)

Art: #FionaStruengmann

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& without

my summoning, nonetheless, here

it is, invoked : the question

of asking. who gets to. who answers.

who is free—and where —to speak.

Poem: Raena Shirali ‘God Of New Beginnings, I celebrate You Poorly’ in The Rumpus

Art: Frida Orupabo from Medicine for a Nightmare

#fridaorupabo #art #therumpus

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Each hour becomes a door

To the interior, as if to say Open,

Just open & let mercy have

Its way...

Yes, nothing

Was silent. Nothing

Astonished you.

Poem: Safwan Khatib ‘Empire With A Harp Inside It’ (The Adroit Journal)

Photo: Liliana Porter ‘Untitled (Triangle)’ from Other Situations

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And I,

who only wished to keep looking out,

must now keep looking in.

From ‘A Letter in October’ by Ted Kooser in Poetry Foundation

Photo: #RoyDeCarava

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‪”The great congregation meets daily, and you are someone’s angel today.‬”

#travel #nigeria #outhouseinthewild

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...it’s a form of exploration—I don’t have a fixed idea about what I want to say with my work. Art for me is a way of sorting things out. Getting to places that you hadn’t imagined when you started out. Sorting chaos. Staying sane. Finding pleasure. Transforming anger. Sharing eyes. Race and gender (among other things) are felt.

Sorting Things Out: A Conversation with Artist Frida Orupabo by EFE IGOR on ConversationX

#art #fridaorupabo #blackbodies

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My favorite thing? All those houses we said we’d visit each other in.

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News From Home 1977, dir. Chantal Akerman.