Support Hyperallergic’s independent arts journalism.
Our poetry editor, Joe Pan, has selected a poem by Wendy Xu for his series that brings original poetry to the screens of Hyperallergic readers. For those interested in submitting work for possible publication, email 3–5 poems, with a cover letter, in a single Word document or PDF to poetry [at] hyperallergic [dot] com.
* * *
Thinking to see them there, captains
morning sun, I crack the egg’s tender
Love comes to me un-
repentant, toward it all vectors
converge repeating, like
moments of necessary form
I pluck a feather from your neck
On the page one alights without permission, or
beginning each day identical, palpable
remarks of, is it that music or need edits
two people leave a shopping mall
with goods, death squad hovering high
Call your mother, stay up late
to watch the neighborhood
undressing light, like
multiple phone calls
hung up, get the family together soon, watch
American bison overtake the field
filling a vehicle lane in early snow
obstructed I paused
To see it, their dark furs shaking enormous
out of trees they descended from the line of sky
respond to a much deeper instinct
we were then back on our way
input later to the search bar
I love keywords, like
I imagine you sleeping, then a pyramid or
chandelier throwing sunlight
An absence emerges, sharp, I regard the whole
practice of it
* * *
Wendy Xu is the author of You Are Not Dead (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2013), and two chapbooks. Recent poems have appeared (or will appear) in The Best American Poetry, POETRY, Denver Quarterly, Guernica, The Volta, and elsewhere. She is the co-editor and publisher of iO: A Journal of New American Poetry / iO Books, and teaches writing at CUNY.
This week, LA’s new Academy Museum, the intersections of anti-Blackness and anti-fatness, a largely unknown 19th century Black theater in NYC, sign language interpreters, and more.
Titian’s paintings are masterpieces, with all the complications of the term.
Through “Historic Site,” an 8-foot-tall plaque and Historic Sight, a year-long rotating exhibition in Pittsburgh, the Black Cube Fellows investigate how history is constructed, remembered, and retold.
Lawson’s images, and the ways that she has discussed her process, seem to be actively reproducing the kind of big-dick energy power dynamics of White male artists who also claim mastery over their subject matter.
Jenkins’s new short film, the centerpiece of a MoMI exhibit on The Underground Railroad, uses his signature techniques to confront the viewer.
Romanticism to Ruin: Two Lost Works of Sullivan and Wright memorializes Chicago’s Garrick Theatre and Buffalo’s Larkin Building, which were razed to build a parking lot and a truck stop.