Even Beglarian’s I am lost by streams II (2020)
At the beginning of the current presidency here in the United States, I had the idea to make a long piece (music and video) inspired by Psalm 137 (“By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept”) that traces the stream that flows through my land all the way out to Lake Champlain, an alternate parallel journey through these four years.
. . . here’s a moment from that larger project turned into a small piece of its own, inspired by a text I found in Elizabeth Smart’s incredible novel/poem/memoir By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, which I re-read yesterday for the first time in twenty years.
Here is the text Beglarian chose to accompany this piece:
Like Antaeus, when I am thrust
against this earth, I bounce back
recharged with hope. Every yellow or
scarlet leaf hangs like a flag waving
me on. The brown ones lie on the
ground like a thousand thousand
witnesses to the simplicity of truth.
I took the photographs of Innisfree Garden on October 7, 2020.