
‘Forever is one thing born from another; life is given to none to own, but to all to use.’ Lucretius
via Dead and Alive: Essays, Zadie Smith

‘Forever is one thing born from another; life is given to none to own, but to all to use.’ Lucretius
via Dead and Alive: Essays, Zadie Smith
Charlayne Hunter-Gault interviewed Toni Morrison, 1987.
Being on the surface of a spherical planet, we find flatness conflates scale, distance, and time. Our relations to what is just beyond are illusionary, continually unfolding, and expansive. The horizon holds the counterpart to our here–real, ongoing, and seemingly determined. From there will emerge all utopian promises for justice, imaginaries for the enrichment of humanity, fully formed structures in the support a life, good fortune, and knowledge, and futures to be written. As we belong there, in equal parts to the here we find ourselves; we move about and maneuver in ways to reach for the enchanted from the complement realm.
A Journey around my Room (Voyage autour de ma chambre) by Xavier de Maistre. via
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Public Domain Review (2017).

Vittorio Fortunati, “Du haut de leurs mansardes : le motif de l’isolement chez Baudelaire et Xavier de Maistre”, Revue italienne d’études françaises [Online], 14 | 2024, Online since 15 November 2024, connection on 17 February 2026. URL: http://journals.openedition.org/rief/13188; DOI: https://doi.org/10.4000/12oyy
Jacques Rancière, Courts Voyages au pays du peuple, 1990.

I seek and desire,
Even as the wind
That travels the plain
And stirs in the bloom
Of the apple-tree.
I wander through life,
With the searching mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover’s door.
[I seek and desire], Sappho, translated from the ancient Greek by Bliss Carman

In company
we spoke in code,
in inklings
without ink.
Our eyes alone
let slip the ache—
like phantom scribbles on
the heart’s blank page.
[In company], Ulayya bint al-Mahdi, translated from the Arabic by Yasmine Seale
I keep his name
from everyone, but to my soul
I babble on and on
about this crazy passion.
How I long
for some deserted place
where I could shout his name!
[I keep his name], Ulayya bint al-Mahdi, translated from the Arabic by Yasmine Seale

Howard Erker, Bobby Seale Checks Food Bags, March 31, 1972. Oakland Museum of California.
Black Community Survival Conference Rally at Greenman Field, March 28-31, 1972. KPIX Eyewitness News.
“To serve the people”, Philly Partisan, 2017.
We were dancing—it must have
been a foxtrot or a waltz,
something romantic but
requiring restraint,
rise and fall, precise
execution as we moved
American Smooth, Rita Dove