“Something touched his imagination for a moment” JB
AG2021_2070670a or far-reaching and very long
“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
AG2023_1056060a or you could make this
“… shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children
This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.”
AG2022_2100414a or whatever foolishness
“didn’t care for crowds—being in them, or whatever foolishness they tended to enjoy en masse”
AG2022_2100070a or free from hates
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.
AG2023_1140967a or rung upon rung laddering across
“rung upon rung laddering
across the unspeakable world
[…]while in the midst of horror
we fed on beauty—and that,
my love, is what sustained us.”
-Rita Dove, Transit.
AG2023_1056070a or whispered intelligence lurking in the leaves
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