#jackie wang

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Dead inside

Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘Confessional II’", published c. 2017//Hold the girl, Rina Sawayama//Fernando Pessoa//Last words of a shooting star, Mitski//Cold Cold Cold, Cage the Elephant//Holly Warburton//The Idiot, Fyodor Dostoevsky//Too sad to cry, Sasha Sloan//Jackie Wang, from the sunflower cast a spell to save us from the void//Andrea Serio

#emptiness #void #dead inside #web weaving #mine #quotes #words #poetry #sasha sloan #too sad to cry #mitski #last words of a shooting star #cold cold cold #cage the elephant #holly warburton #andrea serio #fydor dostoevsky #frank bidart #fernando pessoa #jackie wang #rina sawayama #hold the girl #abyss #blue #green #cold #dark #darkness #nonexistent #non existence

[loneberry]

I have a poem that was recently published in The New York Times Magazine here.

Since it’s paywalled, I’m pasting Anne Boyer’s beautiful introduction below.

Jackie Wang’s poem draws its title, in part, from Djuna Barnes’s 1936 novel of queer love, “Nightwood”: “ladies of the haute sewer taking their last stroll, sauntering on their last Rotten Row.” The poem’s rhythm echoes the rhythm of the life the poem describes. Some readers will already know this life. For them — for us — the poem is a recognition, one I don’t often see in contemporary poetry. Poets, however, were once experts on the ecstasy of the gutter. As Francois Villon or Charles Baudelaire did before her, Wang writes poetry that reminds us that life is more than the grim fatalism of to-do lists and bank accounts. The poem rushes forward, headed toward the edge. Then the lover-thieves get caught. The bill comes due. The poem slows. The heart breaks. This was, after all, an elegy. Despite the living thrill of its cadence, “those days,” those lovers, are gone now. What’s left is poetry. Selected by Anne Boyer

Ladies of the Sarasota Sewer

By Jackie Wang

in those days

we ate garbage for every meal

i dove in the dumpsters with

the atlanta boys

got chubby on a bucket

of expired breakfast bars

fine dining was stealing

continental breakfast

at all the nearby hotels

filching lukewarm dannon

yogurts and bananas

from the mediocre spread

only once we were caught

they gave us a bill

we had no money

i said i would go home

to try to get some money

and when i left

they let you go without paying

thinking i had left you in the lurch

all the love i see is gone

we lived on fumes

the adrenalin of our

breaking bones

#poetry #literature #anne boyer #jackie wang #new york times #djuna barnes #nightwood #queer poetry #lesbianism #elegy

[jacobwren]

“Sometimes, sitting before a blank page, I get a rush just thinking, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. Why is it that everything I write fails to capture the range of what is possible? I think, We could write anything and yet we don’t. Whenever I am at poetry readings I think the same thing: We could do anything and yet we dutifully perform this boring ritual. Why is it that we piously adhere to these stale forms? Why, when you encouraged me to submit to your anthology, did I draft two other essays that were dreadfully boring?” – Jackie Wang, Alien Daughters Walk Into the Sun

#jackie wang

[florine-grassenhopper]

Over the last week I've been reading Jackie Wang's Alien Daughters Walk Into the Sun. It reminds me of the girl I was in 2012, 2013. It makes me nostalgic for the Tumblr that was, all the brilliant writing that used to be on this platform that's now lost to the old internet. We used to believe this place was forever. That the archives we were building were more permanent than anything else. Now, I notice how much of it was more fragile than ever. & maybe I can recollect the artifacts and essays and photos, but I can turn back to this platform. It may only last a little. It will not last forever. These photos are from the Ginger Root concert last night at Warsaw in Brooklyn. One of the best concerts I've ever seen. One of the few concerts that I think was about things: advertising, the artist as commodity, making music. A rare beauty.

#ginger root #nyc #Jackie Wang #Warsaw #Brooklyn #NYC #nostalgiacore

[smokefalls]

I am living in your ghost and we are living in the bodies of our memories.

Jackie Wang, “The Vernacular of Our Bodies” from The Sunflower Cast a Spell to Save Us from the Void

#Jackie Wang #The Sunflower Cast a Spell to Save Us from the Void #quote #poetry #queerlit #2022 reads #Sealey Challenge

[holyvirgilscriptures]

— Jackie Wang, excerpt from Masochism of the Knees

#poetry #poem #writing #words #literature #quotes #jackie wang #virgil's favorite poems

[moonbeam-murmurs]

jackie wang's "phallic-titty manifesto" speaking to me deeply. the possibility of an erotics beyond the binary somatic fictions.

#jackie wang #judith butler #eroticism #trans

[lazyydaisyyy]

I have always been adrift on this planet, unmoored from any particular place.

Jackie Wang, Alien Daughters Walk Into the Sun

#jackie wang #Alien Daughters Walk Into the Sun #words #lit #quote #quoteoftheday

[invaive]

DEATH AS A SURVIVAL TECHNIQUE – jackie wang // A GREYHOUND CATCHING A YOUNG WILD BOAR – frans snyders

#jackie wang #frans snyders #collage #words #poetry #parallels #mine

[dk-thrive]

we lived on fumes / the adrenalin of our breaking bones

in those days we ate garbage for every meal i dove in the dumpsters with the atlanta boys got chubby on a bucket of expired breakfast bars fine dining was stealing continental breakfast at all the nearby hotels filching lukewarm dannon yogurts and bananas from the mediocre spread only once we were caught they gave us a bill we had no money i said i would go home to try to get some money and when i left they let you go without paying thinking i had left you in the lurch all the love i see is gone we lived on fumes the adrenalin of our breaking bones

— Jackie Wang, Ladies of the Sarasota Sewer (NY Times, May 25, 2013)

#poverty #poor #hungry #Jackie Wang

[genpurple]

I had the idea to draw China using Jackie Chan as inspiration as he is my fav Chinese actor I just thought it be perfect to draw China more 

#hetalia #hetalia fanart #fanart #hetalia china #aph china #wang yao #art #jackie chan

[loneberry]

March 11-13: I will be delivering the Mandel Lectures at Brandeis University. The three oceanic-themed lectures will focus on political economy, poetry, and mysticism (yeah, I'm hitting all my fancies here). The lectures will eventually be published as a book. More info here:

https://www.brandeis.edu/mandel-center-humanities/mandel-lectures.html

#event #events #jackie wang #water #oceanic feeling #deep sea #deep sea mining #poetry #literature #caribbean poetry #ecology #ocean #political economy #mysticism

[jacobwren]

“In the past I could start writing without knowing what I was going to say But now… “I haven’t got anything to say” has become a reason to never begin I’ve stopped taking that leap of faith” – Jackie Wang, Alien Daughters Walk Into the Sun

#jackie wang

[yunmengshuangjie]

Jiang Cheng | Episode 19

#theuntameddaily #jiang cheng #theuntamededit #cdramedit #the untamed #cqledit #asiancentral #cdrama #wang zhuocheng #mdzs #* #by jackie

[smokefalls]

Instead of opening doors and walking through them, I smash windows and glass walls. Everything is always locked so it has to be this way. I carry a giant ax around with me, which I stole from a fire emergency box. I worry the ax will give me away and I will be caught, but I’m not trying to be malicious… I simply am impatient. This mode of entering buildings goes viral. Now there are many of us who carry axes and never wait to be let in.

Jackie Wang, “The Resurrection of Angela” from The Sunflower Cast a Spell to Save Us from the Void

#Jackie Wang #The Sunflower Cast a Spell to Save Us from the Void #quote #poetry #queerlit #2022 reads #Sealey Challenge

[teamwangph]

#jackson wang #wang jia er #jacksonwang852g7 #wang ka yee #team wang #jackson #wang jiaer #jacky #got7 jackson #got7 #igot7 #elle magazine #elle china #january 2024