The media of poetry animate the poetic impulse, and they remind us of an ancient word: poiesis, or making. Poetry happens only in its making, in its becoming. This blog is about that becoming. 
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Poetry has never been poetry for the same reason that we have never been modern: because it was always something else. Never immediate, never an essence, never the raw being that once linked words inextricably to things, it comes to life only in the vehicle that carries it. The page, the screen, the wall, the stage and the grain of the voice… The media of poetry animate the poetic impulse, and they remind us of an ancient word: poiesis, or making. Poetry happens only in its making, in its becoming. This blog is about that becoming.
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Mutations
Networks (on Elective Affinities)
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The Rabbit Hole: Thoughts on Sidebrow
Mutations
Posts by Craig Epplin
We, lots of us, like the idea of mutation. Sign of the times, symptom of the allures of narcissism, mutations fascinate and govern us. What does Gilles Deleuze say? That the coils of a serpent are more complex than the burrows of a molehill. “More complex” and, again, more fascinating, not least because those coils are more than just the forking paths of late capitalism: they’re also our own bodies in a state of flux, “self-deforming casts that continuously change from one moment to the other.” Such are our bodies today, destruction and creation in the flesh…
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