Rapunzel reads the news

by mwolodarski / January 20th, 2013 / Posted in: Artists in Residence, CounterPULSE, Miriam Wolodarski.

Sitting at the window, I repeat to myself: the project is to grapple with my inability to comprehend or speak about my world.

From my castle, my ivory tower, my highest, whitest horse, I can read all about it — 87 are dead in Aleppo, 26 in Connecticut— all safely within view, and unreachable.  Next to me, a book about a genocide my very own family survived. Somewhere on the horizon, my very own death, at a considered and clinical distance.  Far.

It’s far to the ground from this place. I want to call out, but what would I say?

Hey there! down there! Um. How are you, ground? How are you feeling today, Mr. Death? What do you think? —Should I jump?

Let my long hair down and let someone climb up to safety?

I’ve been having strange pains and inexplicable aches. Come to think of it,

AM I SAFE HERE, OR IS THIS WHOLE GODDAMN PLACE ABOUT TO CRUMBLE?

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