Nothing is the force / that renovates the world.
Please read the following conversation between poets Christine Hume and Rosmarie Waldrop (pp.76-88, click on image for text)
Waldrop has always been a heroine of mine, and I’ve been struggling again with “Who am I?” “What do I do?” “How am I?” – questions of identity and difference that come up in times where we are suffused in roles – students, parents, spouses, artists, employees, gendered, and so on…In insular places where I feel safe I am able to theoretically conjure a kind of flow, that these aren’t choices but movements, that things and actions do not exist, only ‘occasions”, “relations,” but under stress I quickly find myself wishing I knew who/what/where/when/how I am. Today I received this book through inter-library loan, and kept opening to the Waldrop chapter… apparently for good reason. I share many of her points of view, and would like to share them with whomever finds themselves interested.
I think of the ‘between’ more in terms of both, and of extending the gray zone between the black/white in the direction of multivalence. ‘The yes and no in everything.’