At Thought Catalog

Yesterday, I wrote an essay called “I Am A Toilet”: Channel Orange, Tyler, the Creator, and the Fate of Frank Ocean. It’s an essay that I’ve been wanting to write, as I had been thinking about the subject for a while. Finally, I figured out what I wanted to say, and sent it off to Thought Catalog, where it now appears:

This is not an essay about sexuality or identity. It is not about music, or lyrics, or even art. Not really. Instead, it is a place for questions: Does controversy start with two people or one? Where are we going compared to where we have been?  What does it mean to accept? And yes: What happens next?

 

Tarantism

With grace and wit, The Project Twins have illustrated what they call “unusual words.” Above is a representation of tarantism, “a disorder characterized by an uncontrollable urge to dance.” If anything, these are reminders that what is rendered is what’s already known. That, as Robert Hass says, “A word is elegy to what it signifies words.” And, of course, that words are also images, those bright and shiny escorts of thought and movement, allowing the beat to keep its own pulse.

Best Wishes for a Bright Future

In a used bookstore I picked up a book called Blues. Written by John Hersey, the book is a series of entries about fishing for bluefish off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard. By habit, I opened to the title page. Then, somehow, I wasn’t surprised when I found this blue-inked note, drawn in cursive and waiting to be read:

Dear A,

This is one of those books that ties all things together. I read it last summer and found that it renewed my spirit and made me hopeful once again. I hope that it has the same effect on you.

Also, if you do read it, you’ll seem like a local to the Cape Codders. 

Best wishes for a bright future. I am confident that you’ll do well.

Sincerely,

M