Critics Page
They Don’t Want Us to Feel
The mind’s wet paint. Your ears tingle with knowing. Your scalp—it comes alive. The transfer is complete.
It is safe to be seen. I feel you. They don’t want us to feel. I feel seen.
QUIZ:
Where you goin’ with all that [delete overused word]?
What have we made?
Who do you make with?
Why? Why do you make?
Have you made a country? Or its absence?
What has made you? Not who.
I once told a friend: Allow yourself to be homesick and to grieve for all your other selves. I keep trying to be artful about saying: TELL PEOPLE WHAT THEY NEED NOT WANT TO HEAR
I am not yelling.
Draw something here:
Feel free.
A sensation. Another transfer is complete. You are degenerating.
The best criticism is a question.
It asks you to return to the universe of yourself.