We were received and treated
with every kind of civility and attention
by the principals of this habitation
who made us most hospitable offers,
but our difference in taste
and idea of what is good and palatable
would not permit us to avail ourselves
of this part of their kindness.
However, we were very social.
says sociable Charles Clerke, having
left behind him in the house of his hosts
a deposit of tuberculosis bacilli,
an invisible but telling memento of this
first wave of European culture on this coast.
What is your name?
What is his name?
What is the name of that?
Aka chatlu ha
What is this?
What does he say or what does he call it?
And what has this to do with poetry and eating and crying in the
silence of our lonely night and making love and dying much against our wills?
If these words of mine become words in your head and so connect our lives for
a moment, this will be meaning.
Correspondence is what we seek, shreds of similarity, understanding, compassion.
From John Webber sketch.