
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

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
… there is humility in grief – Gilbert via Popova.

I hear in this ballad the embrace of a thing-a position much larger than us–responsibility, radical practice of equality, a place always in regard of our “constitutive interdependency”, the place we can stare at and interrogate.
nplusone magazine published an excerpt of Elias Rodrigues’s novel, All the Water I’ve Seen Is Running .

Untitled (Reflected in the envelope of here) i accompanies the excerpt.
Beauty, […] a sense of pleasure-making hidden, but now and again emerging…
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
Related:
How to read a book. Morgan on Woolf and Solnit. A house of one’s own.