Thursday, June 14, 2007
These things happen...b'yvaet, as the Russians have it. Loping herd, seen from above--across the face of the Sudan. Mothers, fathers, children, all that same packy form, loose folds of skin, floppy ears, but lithe as well, in some ancient unnamable way. History of the race--unacceptable speech, to so characterize the past. "Something Korean..." They didn't like it when I'd say that. Wanted me to be Mr. Neutral--like a 7-eleven, or Miramax. But there WAS something Korean--like Hojin, yesterday--on her first visit--bowing at the threshhold of my studio. I asked her about it later--"My mother taught me..." A recognition.
Words following seeing following feeling...