The following Virginia Woolf quotation recently crashed into my core. Wanting to digest the sublime word constellations both visually and in verse, I reached out to the photographer Hannes Hellström. He kindly allowed me to curate the following six analogue photographs from his body of work — they were all taken in Stockholm in 2016. Resembling a game of collaboration ping-pong, I then composed my poetic response Park-born Sequencing.
Photos: Hannes Hellström, 2016
Wander the cells, man-made or buoyant in sage green
water air earth (moment is time capsule container membrane)
so that wonders awaken within.
Soaring helicopters slice medium rare dreams leaving certain
c-section strings quartered, but oh: the liquid music of birth
plus breath. Soon porcelain cat kill endeavour.
bird and I, sweet sweet bird and my
crucifixion. Only one two natives in interspace.