Clouds out of control decoct anticipation. What use can any of us have for two moons? The miracle of order has run out and I am left in an unmiraculous city where anything may happen.
Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren
you might notice that i haven’t been adding to this blog as much – it’s because i’ve started a new project in critical writing, a substack mailer called the second moon letters.
so far, i’ve written about texts by Nuar Alsadir, Hoa Nguyen, Nat Raha, Renée Gladman, Erica Hunt, jayy dodd, Samantha Walton, Jackqueline Frost, Tom Betteridge and more.
it’s free to subscribe and i aim to update at least once a month! comments, and suggestions for poems to write about, are welcome.
