Her words kept me company, gave me inspiration, and prodded me to think more deeply, unpacking platitudes that we unquestionably accept.
At the time, I was thinking about the idea of art as witness, or poetry as witness.
From a young age, I was always aware that racial trauma is aestheticized and celebrated.
And when I first started writing poetry, there was this pressure to write about my family history.
Because throughout her whole oeuvre, Sontag was always wrestling with the moral question of what it means to see.