Apparently you can fuck up your brain by using it wrong
whwn you are still learning how to use it
…, argues that the poet’s work reminds us that poetry can only overcome a capitalistically-imposed division between truth and beauty by not overcoming it, but rather by writhing inside it: “Only a poetry recalcitrant to exile from cognition, and a thought which admits its own artifice of articulation, can remain awake to the damage done and the capacities set loose by these formally free divisions of labour” (“Soteriology,” 37).
I like it when the DJ turns the mix around
