The front-page story by Patrick Kingsley in today’s print edition of the NY Times, “Rescued Migrants, at Sea for Weeks, Struggle to Reach a New Life,” calls from the depths. “We are crying,” said one of the migrants in an interview on the boat this week. “We can see Malta with our own eyes, but we are still stuck on this ship.” Their depths are not the same as the tale of despair that Géricault pictured, but they might as well be.
Impossible to read this poem without feeling guilt. As if reading words does this no more.
That’s how I felt writing it. Glad to know you got it. Thnx for saying.
It is very dangerous to write the truth in war and the truth is also very dangerous to come by … Hem, Carnegie Hall 1937.