I could have told him no, that sometimes even I didn’t eat in the morning, and that I knew many people who didn’t eat more than once a day, and that all over the world it was the same, etcetera, but I couldn’t speak ill to him of an American where I had never been and that, after all, wasn’t even American, was nothing real, concrete, but his idea of the reign of heaven on earth. I couldn’t do it; it wouldn’t have been right.
“I think so,” I answered. “One way or another…”
“And at miday?” he asked then. “Does everyone eat in the evening, in America?”
“I think so,” I said. “Well or poorly…”
“Bread?” he asked. “Bread and cheese?” Bread and vegetables and cheese? Bread and meat?”
He was talking to me so hopefully I could no longer say no to him.
“Yes,” I said. “Bread and other things.”
In this lambent collaboration, Marina Adams echoes the spareness of Norma Cole’s language with delicate lines that contour muscular negative spaces, sometimes stark and densely foreboding, sometimes luxuriant with color. Norma Cole dialogues with Marina Adams with syncopated poems concerned with fragmentation, transformation, love, precarity, and the tenuousness of kinship between places, things, and being. In Actualities, poet and artist meditate in tandem, moving between anxiety and reconciliation, in a call and response with one another, and with a cosmos that continuously thwarts knowing, refusing to sit still.