Jul 6, 2024
LITTLE DIALOGUE WITH THE MUSE - Marlyn Nelson
Out of its context, does the Self exist? Or are we merely products of our time, history, culture: born to pantomime stock roles as minor members of the cast of someone else's drama? Are we dressed in uniqueness, or are we all the same, each of us tricked out in a meaningless name? Once we're erased, how long will we be missed? How long remembered? You resemble clouds drifting across the pale blue atmosphere. Does what we've done survive, in a half-life of infinite decrease, perfect or flawed? Your work writes on the wind, "Kilroy was here." The signature of a November leaf. 🍂