A Plate of Pandemic
Creativity in Times of Crisis
after Eduardo C. Corral and Diane Seuss Anxiety is a funnel, a black hole. Rock, paper, scissors, anxiety. Handle anxiety with gloves or forceps. Anxiety is a scalene triangle; it has no equal sides.
Balatonfüred, Hungary The Ferencsik János Music School is housed in a 17th century villa built by a statesmen and inhabited, in succession, by an aristorcrat/ poet, a revolutionary who lost it in the uprising against the Hapsburgs in 1848,
(“I can hear it but I can’t play it.”—John Coltrane) How to find words for a child swept from the arms of his mother in a flood fueled by poison flooded into the atmosphere by a system beyond compassion
this is a day without much meaning. i am feeling peace for the first time in a lifetime and march is on the horizon and nothing could possibly hurt me now – not when i have already been
We sit with solemn faces in front of the peaked, three-tiered cupboard that houses framed pictures and brass statuettes of goddesses and gods, and we start praying at the stroke of the hour, not wavering until sixty minutes are over.
It was always so little to ask ourselves to wait in separate places for the world to end, to wear one small accessory to save someone else, meanwhile everyone eagerly chose a side, some to wait in separate places
–after Weldon Kees Crumpled between dumpster and fire door, whites of her eyes stippled red, scream stiff in a tin-gray face. No surprises anymore I overhear the forensic guy sigh. All the usual, plus we got the
inspired by Erica Hunt I was oblivious, optimistic even, when the pandemic arrived and my youth grabbed the first train out, one way ticketed. I took the pause gladly, a minute to listen to the clock’s tocks, close my