My Body of Work Is Very Similar to My Corporeal Body

• There ▲ my first self-portrait since required in elementary school.
• An article on poaching of African animals. I haven't read it - I clicked, averted eyes, copied the link, pasted it here. I won't read it, can't read it. Nothing - nothing - triggers Dark, rageful Dark, murderous Dark despairing Dark in me, I..... I haven't read it but I know what it says, what images I might see. I daydream of....  Just from thinking about what I won't read I daydream I wouldn't actually torture the poachers, would just shoot them in the head and leave them for the vultures. Which Darks me.
• Bees are dying. Motherfucking humans.
• The failure of the white modern Liberal.
• Choosing violence.
• How Hillary Clinton became a hawk.
• The duh on a person's ability to simultaneously disagree with elite consensus and not support Donald Trump.
• A broken leaf/independence day.
• Violence in Blue: on Police Homicides in America.
• Policing class. On policing in general, on Baltimore in particular.
• What does Black Life Matters want?
• Jim has another post on his series on POTUS 16.
• Elizabeth Bishop and reticence.
• RIP Bobby Hutcherson. I don't know jazz as much as I want. I've only two ears, so much time.
• Lots of Hutcherson on Irene's show last night.
• Colin Moulding is 61 +1 day today.

ARTISTIC STATEMENT

Denise Duhamel

My body of work is very similar to my corporal body. I often employ traditional forms (Spanx/dieting) but just as often revert to a more copious mode (cake/lazy afternoons). In that I wear little makeup (sensitive skin/feminist stance) I use few purely poetic flourishes except for rhyme—both internal and end line (lipstick/nail polish) conceding to self-conscious artifice. Perhaps because I grew up Catholic, I am drawn to acrostics (crosses) and punitive syllable counting (the rosary). I am interested in bodies seen and not seen (bikinis, muumuus, the dead and not-yet-born), poems written and yet-to-be-written. Holy ghost poems that cannot be read but only felt.