
“Something touched his imagination for a moment” JB
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“Something touched his imagination for a moment” JB

“life is very long, unless it is not.” – Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
“It was far-reaching: this much she knew. It had layers and strata, like a landscape.
[…]
trying to live as best they can in the presence of such enormous, distracting absences
[…]
then he will step out, into the light, to inhabit the form of another” – Maggie O’Farrell, Hamnet

At the still point of mottled formations and a scruple of compassion.
“I should wish to live many years, free from hates,
and make my verses, as the rivers
that moisten the earth, fresh and pure.
Lord, give me a path with trees and birds.”
-Alfonso Guillén Zelaya, translated from the Spanish by William George Williams.

A reworked element from the installation, Untitled (Sistrunk–in medias res. Unfurling the presence of Black life), 2020, shown in African-American Research Library and Cultural Center, 2650 Sistrunk Boulevard, Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
And there was no voice in her head,
no whispered intelligence lurking
in the leaves—just an ache that grew
until she knew she’d already lost everything
except desire, the red heft of it
warming her outstretched palm.
Rita Dove, I Have Been a Stranger in a Strange Land