You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
There were no photos of them, but they were there in the pictures of trees behind their houses, the fields where they worked, the river they fished, the church where they testified, the joints where they drank. (TM)
The beauty of what we do is its secrecy, its smallness. (TM)
For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing time
being lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when
burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied, and shackled
and tangled among ourselves by the unseen creatures
who tower over us omnisciently and laugh;
[…]
For my people standing staring trying to fashion a better way
from confusion, from hypocrisy and misunderstanding,
trying to fashion a world that will hold all the people,
all the faces, all the adams and eves and their countless generations;
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born.
Margaret Walker, “For My People”
The subjunctive is a lovely mood (Joshua Clover)
Yahdon Israel on The Critic and Her Publics. (Aaliyah Bilal’s Temple Folk. Merchants of Culture by John B. Thompson)
space, too, is a temporal concept. Paul Klee, Creative Confession and Other Writings
lose himself in the mechanics of the ordinary (CK)
