JA Porter

Every so often I get that elegant story-feeling out of life instead of the reverse, or instead of a ricochet, a one-way making that I witness (consider that sentence in progress).  When I look at old pictures that the sister spit kids took of each other in the late 90’s, how consciously they seemed to be of creating an aesthetic record of the legend they were fantasizing they were making (and the were!  it’s kind of the same thing!) — or when I look at this other mode of literary-history construction by my teacher Joe Porter– what I mean is that it feels really exciting to see the gears of history making itself– to look at people I know representing themselves and each other in relation to each other– I mean how elegantly my teacher writes about days I lived unselfconsciously– how he makes them into something networked into things I used to feel invisible within.

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