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Rebellious Joy
How do we claim the kind of joy that creates a rupture for passage through all the horror and despair?
When did you realize there was no “going back,” that your “normal” no longer exists, and that it was a privilege to have even had one? How has the scaffolding of your daily life or notion of free time, your sense of home or identity, your relationship to work and purpose, or your experience of joy changed since COVID-19 arrived? What have you recorded during this time, and what are you trying to forget? What was it — a perception, an interaction, a behavior, or a moment — that led you to uncover difficult truths? We must hold space for this time of existential introspection.
Who are we when we are just with ourselves? And what new version of community are we forming? When we scrape away the excess of our personal and professional relationships, our roles and our obligations, what is at the core of who we are and what we value? Our current systems — education, family, religion, and white supremacy — base themselves around and refine themselves toward a predetermined goal, but what do we do if we realize that our goals have changed? And what of joy, something that we have to be utterly aggressive in claiming these days? What does it mean to prize joy, to make it a personal discipline? How do we claim the kind of joy that creates a rupture for passage through all the horror and despair?
Our responsibility to ourselves and to others grows increasingly consequential each day, but what happens when our values create realities that are at odds with one another? Perhaps hypocrisy is not just unavoidable, but necessary, to progress. Maybe we have to feel the guilt of our consumption in order to find motivation toward moderation and new ways of being. These systems are not broken — they are working exactly how they were designed to — and they rely on you staying silent. These systems are also not inevitable. The struggle is our legacy. For this issue, we are demanding questions, and invite you to ask alongside us: What does your existence in this changing world ask of you? And what do the questions you ask yourself, in turn, demand of those around you?
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- 13: Rebellious Joy
![An Essay on Processing](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/MegSykes-q2do5n2v0r8y77gg2fr9tgcuhpr3huglbhc82l2ccg.jpg?x50507)
TSW Art Director, Meg Sykes, on creating the featured image for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy
![Three Poems](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/SwastikaJajoo-q1z54vujsa3mar9xs3qzrbpscsao72lplsfw8wne9s.png?x50507)
on this shore, there is a body with an arm cut. / i fumble with the forsythia, that nudge of…
![Matrilineage [Recovered]](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/SarahGhazalAli-q1z54kkhi9o6ffqblyvgxek985u9mpcxk8m2hl44cg.png?x50507)
![Little House in the Big Pandemic](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/GraceHwangLynch-q1z53u906wo5ecsjvnhwzl7cldfzn6gg4mch1u756o.png?x50507)
At night, when Laura lay awake on her memory foam mattress, she listened and could not hear anything at all.
![Caring](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/SaraYinlingPost-q1z54obu9ltbpvkv00hz7dm3lpbqhhruwr80eoyjnk.png?x50507)
Despite my history of garden neglect, each year I delight in the sensation of newly turned soil.
![The Long Slow Suck, the Murk and Ooze](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/LaurenMallett-q1z541rppkyfz8hmnqqxjjb1cgexcraatnkcw1vzsw.png?x50507)
Everything I need to hear / the slug churns out / in its stream of glitter
![Three Poems](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/RachelEdelman-q1z54gt4qxj14zvs7x8ynfieumcsrwy07q04kh9p1c.png?x50507)
Do you get jealous? / Here, I walk / sweatless in the sunlight / and no one tries / to…
![Related to Rhythm: Three Poems](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/NatachiMez-q1z54c3xsrcliy2lzd7tsyp3vozypffcj2qp63gnwg.png?x50507)
what power is in my hands / my hands be power, be power, / my power is in what hands,…
![Reliable Supply](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/AprilYee-q1z53qhnfkj03wy0hlvepm5i7tyise1is3qj4qcpvk.png?x50507)
My fifteen dozen eggs––compulsive purchase of inherited scarcity––are delivered in blue cardboard honeycomb.
![If I Had Known Then That Casey and Rhian Were Both Terrible Pieces of Shit, Puberty Would Have Been Way More Fun](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/SheenaD-q1z54s370xyh0bfee24hhcnxz8t7ca6s99tybssyyo.png?x50507)
We’re all on the grassy patch of land east of Christ the King, our school, with our uniform plaid skirts…
![Rebellious Joy Resource Guide](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/ResourceGuide-q89pnmnynfxh3gfc3u67m4bzyu0i356pmu7umnhips.jpg?x50507)
A companion guide of supplemental materials for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy
![Products of a Revolution](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/AaliyahDaniels-q1z53i13q27f7faav07rl6acvd47v43xqxv5t8p9fk.png?x50507)
In 1973 a black boy / was murdered on / my Mother’s birthday
![Three Poems](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/JenniferPerrine-q1z53y0cy8taosn39p4f9k96ywxghyvdh4yeyy1khs.png?x50507)
I am quick to enter when you’re gone, freeze at your alarm. I gave up knocking long ago.
![Family House](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/AlysiaGonzales-q1z53mqao8duth3h3k8wfn3nuah1xlmlfl4l7miakg.png?x50507)
When Mom called to tell me the news that Memito had died, I went to go fish out that old…
![Three Poems](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/MiguelBarrettoGarcia-q1z545j2gx3l9oc61sdfticvpzwe7jp8666at5qf40.png?x50507)
and vomit all / my happy-hour alcohol / inside that earwaxed / manhole
![Rest Begets Rest: Community Postcards](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/BiancaNg_rest-q7wwg2p2jkwy2k0k7cywagwjzwtkx383uvgainqqkg.jpg?x50507)
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, on creating the featured art for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy
![Rest Begets Rest: An Essay](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/BiancaNg_essay-q2dox05pz4pg6jpka9kaejrx1ivrkn3aex130khr7k.jpg?x50507)
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, writes a meditative inquiry into rest
![Night Birds](https://www.theseventhwave.org/wp-content/uploads/elementor/thumbs/NanyaJhingran-q1z549af898qk46pftzy3heq3jdv2c45ios8q9kuf4.png?x50507)
Sirens wail all night on these streets / blanketed / (as in, humiliated) / by day’s hurried departure.