
And all that’s best of dark and bright/
Meet in her aspect and her eyes

You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?


Zora Neale Hurston said, “Like the dead-seeming cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me.” These “memories within” are the subsoil of my work. But memories and recollections won’t give me total access to the unwritten interior life of these people. Only the act of the imagination can help me.
The Site of Memory, Toni Morrison


Place marked with an impulse, found to be held within the fold (ii-iv).
… the impasse is a stretch of time in which one moves around with a sense that the world is at once intensely present and enigmatic, such that the activity of living demands both a wandering absorptive awareness and a hypervigilance that collects material that might help to clarify things, maintain one’s sea legs, and coordinate the standard melodramatic crises with those processes that have not yet found their genre of event.
Lauren Berlant, Cruel Optimism.
a return to what is noblest, which means most natural, in us. – Popova
Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the changes of seasons — the sun by day and the stars of heaven by night. – Walt Whitman
nature calls to something very deep in us. – Oliver Sacks
Brain Pickings

here on this bridge between
starshine and clay, […]
come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
Lucille Clifton