Plough

Contributor.

Samples of Work

Scraps and Ruins

“Bourriaud emphasizes that there is nothing natural or permanent about this social design, which he calls ‘nothing but a pure construction – an ideological arrangement.’ The world has changed before and it can change again. We just need to build a new world, tell a new story, that includes those now on the margins. Our world “stands as the theater for a struggle” between these different stories.”

The Edge of Justice

“Given our history, maybe the fantasy here is that there’s a world in which humanity on the margins is recognized and protected. But the way to save future lives and present souls is to make that fantasy a reality. In my heart, I have never truly believed that the arc of the moral universe does bend towards justice, but I do know that we are each obligated to keep pulling in that direction. Either we’re all liberated, or we’re all condemned.”

You Can’t Go Home Again

“That I can’t hold on to the people and places I cherish feels as if I am losing who I am. Worse, if I can’t remember them, I cannot testify to my love for them. In Adam Bede, George Eliot wrote: ‘Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.’”

The Elemental Strangeness of Foxes

“The thrill of the encounter was part of enjoying the trickster, of not knowing its intentions. Would it come to me or betray me? Is betrayal even possible for a creature who was never meant to be grasped? The delight is in the horror of being lured into a trap, and the gratitude in being chosen to be part of its plans. The pain of being bitten and the joy of possibly knowing what it feels like to be bitten by a fox. Not only to see one, but to be marked by one.”