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  Poetry Log - 7/6/23 “Gorgeous Concubine” Do I love you? Do I hate you? O, need! A need is the sensation that has festered against my skull, Flipping under my eyelids when I blink slow, At rates inefficient for my growth! Groaning: I groan for your heart. I groan for your chest, I groan for your eyes, Had you sincerely looked upon me, you would have seen my cries; Untouched wanton. Unsightly irony. I should tear your flank from your baseless sides, If not for my own nails cracking at the sight. As I look upon you, I love you; Supple corner after supple corner, boyish age, love-like song, A direct rove, stumbling dance, though off my world. As I look upon you, I hate you; Standing between feet, breathing between lungs Stepping into ‘trite’ trinkets and praise and gold. No air shall flow through my nose As I sleep inside silver lined barns And eat amongst yet to be wombed men. To tear you limb from limb, Knowing your villainous deeds, I grin at the overblown, dastardly concept, But ...

Acting as Exercise Nonyi Usua     I got my first instant film camera as a birthday present over the summer of 2023; a Polaroid Sx-70 because I saw Andy Warhol's polaroid portraits and I thought they looked cool. The photos are technically... poor, but the collection is more of an attempt to explore space, composition, and physical expression as a way to process and understand (and express) my relationship to other people and how that manifests in my internal state of mind than a technical display. Which sounds like a bunch of nonsense, but it's the best way I can put it.     I attempted to create an candid, but personally exposed feeling. As in the viewer feels, looked upon. There was one photo I attempted to take with everyone in the program looking at the camera, which I feel would've been affecting to a certain level, of course, I had just run out of film and the photo I had taken before that turned out to be an all white bust, which ...