Park-born Sequencing
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.
“Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind receives a myriad impressions — trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all sides they come, an incessant shower of innumerable atoms; and as they fall, as they shape themselves into the life of Monday or Tuesday, the accent falls differently from of old (…). Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall, let us trace the pattern, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident scores upon the consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.”
Photos: Hannes Hellström, 2016
Park-born Sequencing
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.
Hover —
bird and I, sweet sweet bird and my
crucifixion. Only one two natives in interspace.