“Like the refugee, poetry’s margin, its zero yield, its nothing, will have an essential role to play in what comes next. It is a “yes” to existence in the time of disaster, an affirmation of possibility when all else seems lost.”–Robert Fernandez
Make art about refugees.
13 January 2018
Thinking a lot about the ancestors, about how my DNA report reads like a mini United Nations, about the courage and desperation and desire they must have felt, possessed, to leave their homelands, from eleven different regions of the globe, leaving all they knew, for all kinds of reasons, some forced and others willing, escaping starvation, violence, but all without any idea of what lay before them.
Did they all know they would never go home again? What will it must have taken to survive. Do I carry that same strength of will? Do I honor what it took, what they went through. with my own life? A life I owe them?
Make art about who dances in your blood.