Lately I have been thinking about love. After the passing of cultural theorist Lauren Berlant, I was reading a dialogue she participated in regarding love as a political force. I was struck by her notion of love as a way of intentionally disrupting our notions of autonomy, of independence, of sovereignty. Love is a way in which we brazenly complicate who we are and how we move through the world, always in relation to others. This was all stewing in my head (and heart and pores) when I met with Brother Sid yesterday, though I didn’t mention it at first. I asked him how he was feeling and he wrote, “I’m inspired to hotten up poetry.” As a writer who has chronicled his “volcanic mind,” Sid was poised to go molten once more.
I Love You, Tin Man
I Love You, Tin Man
I Love You, Tin Man
Lately I have been thinking about love. After the passing of cultural theorist Lauren Berlant, I was reading a dialogue she participated in regarding love as a political force. I was struck by her notion of love as a way of intentionally disrupting our notions of autonomy, of independence, of sovereignty. Love is a way in which we brazenly complicate who we are and how we move through the world, always in relation to others. This was all stewing in my head (and heart and pores) when I met with Brother Sid yesterday, though I didn’t mention it at first. I asked him how he was feeling and he wrote, “I’m inspired to hotten up poetry.” As a writer who has chronicled his “volcanic mind,” Sid was poised to go molten once more.