". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Sunday, September 5, 2010

The End of Tomato Season Draws Nigh, So, What to Do ....

According to the NY Times, " ... here is the start of the poem “Roma,” by the Oregon poet Matthew Dickman ..."

It is splendid, what tomatoes have the ability to inspire!

Last night my neighbor was looking a little enlightened,

you know, the way bodies do
after spending the afternoon having sex
on an old couch while responsible people are suffering
with their clothes on in cubicles and libraries.
He had that look vegetables get
in really nice grocery stores where the tomatoes aren’t just red
they’re goddamn red!

What to do with the tomatoes can be found here.

The bursting bruised purple red of these tomatoes are such a contrast with this morning's sparkling blue sky, which carries not a hint of bruising from history or humanity, er, rather, perhaps, inhumanity?


K. said...

No more cubicles and libraries for me!

So, has V found a club where he can sit in?

T. Clear said...

It's getting a little warm here at Fox Home. Just sayin' ;)

Foxessa said...

No such thing as a club in C'town. It is deader than doornails here on weekends, particularly at night.

Love, C.

Foxessa said...

T -- But in the best way! :)

Love, C.