I’m just saying this: Yes, I’m locked up, and it is hard. I don’t want to be here. I do not know what this sentence means. But I also hold joy. I am in love. I have fears. I have insecurities. I’m capable of violence. I’ve hurt people. I’ve helped people. And I am more than my struggles.
Poems contain information, but they’re not about information. A poem is not about an event; it is an event.
Futurists like Mayakovsky were never merely utopian or fanciful in their views. Instead, they believed in the power of art to revolutionize everyday life by transforming people’s perception of, and engagement with, the spaces and objects around them. Their world-making was playful, but it was far from just a game.
We name our children before we know them, and our names express our hopes for them. In doing so, we are not unlike flight attendants welcoming the child to a place we haven’t yet arrived in. But what happens when one’s child is—as Winston Churchill said of Russia—“a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an …
