“We did not have the experience to be making this film.”
- Robert Eggers
A still from Coco Fusco’s video “Your Eyes Will Be an Empty Word,” 2021
Denyse Thomasos’s “Jail,” 1993, acrylic on canvas. Her black-and-white overlapping grids create a feeling of claustrophobia and captivity.
A Charles Ray sculpture on the rooftop of the Whitney
A knight plays chess with death in Ingmar Bergman’s Seventh Seal
Aging, at all. I want that. And to fall
perhaps most honestly in love
beside the ocean, in a home I’ve paid
for by doing as I like: drinking good
wine, dusting sugar over a croissant, or
the stage play I’m writing myself into.
Aging Black woman in neutral summer
turtleneck. Known. And jogging. Lonesome
enough. Eating homemade lavender
ice cream, the moon blooming
through the kitchen window. The distant
sound of waves. Learning
French as a second language.
Votre pâte merveilleux, I smile back.
And then, just like that! Falling, cautiously,
for my busy, middle-aged lover,
who needs me, but has never truly seen me
until now. Our Black friends, celebrating
with hors d’oeuvres. Our Black children
growing older.