🌬️ Poem: [Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up By Bernadette Mayer

[Sonnet] You jerk you didn’t call me up
By Bernadette Mayer

You jerk you didn’t call me up
I haven’t seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You’re drinking your parents to the airport
I’m through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but

Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time

Wake up! It’s the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander


To make love, turn to page 121.
To die, turn to page 172.

📖 Thoughts on On Photography by Susan Sontag

Finished reading: On Photography by Susan Sontag 📚

What a brutal criticism on photography.

I don’t think Susan Sontag would have had an Instagram, to say the least.

I agreed with a lot of her diagnosis of society’s relationship to the photograph and the camera: the way images can turn the world into something to be collected and consumed, how they push us toward spectatorship instead of action, and how easily they plug into surveillance, control, and commodified experience. But my problem starts when she absolutizes those insights.

Sontag’s moral positioning against photographers, sentimentality, art movements, and pretty much anyone who has ever been interested in taking a photo feels at points insufferable and, ironically, distant from reality. To morally reject all photography, surrealism (yep, that means Picasso), and Joseph Cornell (who doesn’t like Cornell boxes?!) on the grounds of their supposed lack of realism, which she seems to treat as the pinnacle, is a bold move. She fights hard for that stance with sharp articulation, extensive research, and genuinely lovely prose, but it still reads as an overreach.

However, some of the theories she puts forward really do shade in the non‑reality internet world we find ourselves in now, where so much of life is filtered through screens and feeds. Still, I’m not persuaded that her critique moves me enough to give up my film camera, or to treat every vacation snapshot—or every new parent taking another photo of their baby—as a moral or societal failure. Those photos can also simply be about care, memory, and connection, not just appropriation.

I’ve noticed recently (and share) a growing hostility toward the photograph, driven by privacy concerns around AI and the fallout of living in a social‑media and ad‑saturated culture. That’s where Sontag’s idea of an “image world” that hollows out experience feels newly useful. I will certainly be thinking about this book for awhile.

Some 💬 thoughtful quotes:

“Photographs are a way of imprisoning reality, understood as recalcitrant, inaccessible; of making it stand still.”

“Whatever the moral claims made on behalf of photography, it’s main effect is to convert the world into a department store or museum-without -walls in which every subject is depreciated into an article of consumption, promoted into an item for aesthetic appreciation.”

“Life is not about significant details, illuminated a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are. The lure of photographs, their hold on us, is that they offer at one and the same time a connoisseur’s relation to the world and a promiscuous acceptance of the world.”

“Today everything exists to end in a photograph.”

“As photographs give people an imaginary possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people to take possession of a space in which they are insecure. Thus, photograph develops in tandem with one of the most characteristic of modern activities: tourism.”

“To photograph is to appropriate the thing photographed. It means putting oneself into certain relation to the world that feels like knowledge–and therefore, like power.”

🎵 Music:

Songs I have been listening to today:

◾️Turiya & Ramakrishna by Alice Coltrane
Spotify
Apple Music

◾️I’ll Change for You by Mitski
Spotify
Apple Music

◾️WHO TF IZ U by J. Cole
Spotify
Apple Music

◾️High Hopes by The S.O.S. Band
Spotify
Apple Music

🌬️ Poem: I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again By Vievee Francis

I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again
By Vievee Francis

Those who live to have it and
those who live to give it.

Of course there are those for whom both are true,
but never in the same measure.

Those who have it to give are
like cardinals in the snow. So easy
and beautifully lit. Some
are rabbits. Hard to see
except for those who would prey upon them:
all that softness and quaking and blood.

Those who want it
cannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and such talons,
any furred thing will do. So easy
to rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard.

I wander out into the winter.
I know what I am.

💬 Quote:

Poetry gets as close as possible to the unsayable and then fails—that failure is poetry. - Elizabeth Metzger

🌬️ Poem: I Love by Jacques-Bernard Brunius

It’s the week of Valentine’s Day, and I’m having my undergraduate students write sonnets and explore the magical love poem (or anti-love poem).

I often look to surrealist poets when it comes to passion, eroticism, and love poems because love is often a resistance to logic and sense-making. Surrealism in poetry does have sense if you read with all your senses.

Here is a surreal love poem from the French Surrealist poet Jacques-Bernard Brunius:

I Love

I love sliding I love upsetting everything
I love coming in I love sighing
I love taming the furtive manes of hair
I love hot I love tenuous
I love supple I love infernal
I love sugared but elastic the curtain of springs turning to glass
I love pearl I love skin
I love tempest I love pupil
I love benevolent seal long-distance swimmer
I love oval I love struggling
I love shining I love breaking
I love the smoking spark silk vanilla mouth to mouth
I love blue I love known—knowing
I love lazy I love spherical
I love liquid beating drum sun if it wavers
I love to the left I love in the fire
I love because I love at the edges
I love forever many times just one
I love freely I love especially
I love separately I love scandalously
I love similarly obscurely uniquely

hopingly

I love I shall love

Translated by Mary Ann Caws