On a Name

I want this to be a space where seemingly discrete ideas and perspectives can meet, interweave and collide. I have tried to reflect this in my choice for the name of this blog, which comes from Valerie Mejer’s poem Hotel Inglaterra, Havana. In her work, Mejer explores and enacts multiple ways vulnerability can be an essential element of our engagement with ourselves and our environment. In doing so, she subverts barriers, rebuking our efforts to contain and control complex life-material. The poem goes:

I walk the city with an electric heart. I burn through that elusive city retreating in my dreams. Return to the side of the Malacon and cross Obispo Street. In an empty pharmacy I buy a remedy with play money. I know that I am a prisoner of the surf. Little Havana, stern girl, float back chameleon-like towards the black tree: until you wake, until we waken.

On a Name