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"This was predictable."

"ALCHEMICAL

Silence cooked like gold, in
charred
hands.

Great, gray
sisterly shape
near like all that is lost:

All the names, all those
names
burnt with the rest. So much
ash to be blessed. So much
land won
above
the weightless, so weightless
rings
of souls.

Great, gray one. Cinder-
less.

You, then.
You with the pale
bit-open bud,
you in the wine-flood.

(Us too, don't you think,
this clock dismissed?
Good,
good, how your word died past us here.)

Silence, cooked like gold, in
charred, charred
hands.
Fingers, insubstantial as smoke. Like crests, crest of air
around— —

Great, gray one. Wake-
less.
Re-
gal one."

—Hamburger's Celan

My linocut portrait of Barbara Hepworth. (short video)

“𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐤, he thinks. An evocative Turkish word, with Arabic roots. It means jewelry, but only jewelry adorning a woman between her lower neck and the top of her breasts. Gerdanlouk. He looks away.”

—Jenny White, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑙 (via thequotesearch.com)

Project 2026.