I must begin with first the illusion of an intention. The poem begins to form from the first intention. But the intention is already breaking into another. The first intention begins me but of course continually shatters itself and is replaced by the child of the new collision…The poem is more than the poet’s intention. The poet does not write what he knows but what he does not know.

W S Graham
Notes on a Poetry of Release

let you touch me

October 30, 2019

I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.

Azra T

whims and loyalties

October 6, 2018

The photographer’s intentions do not determine the meaning of the photograph, which will have its own career, blown by the whims and loyalties of the diverse communities that have use for it.

Susan Sontag
Regarding the Pain of Others