
“Wet Dream,” by D. English.
It’s said worrying about the future is paying interest on a debt not owed. Yet, who worries about the past? The essence of worry is that it targets the unhappened.
Do not worry about Bahamians in Dorian’s path. Their flesh is being scraped from the shambles of huts. Worry about the pain when Nature eats your gizzard.
Do not worry about the Amazon burning. The environment is over. Worry about how your grandkids will fare in the competition for water and oxygen.
Do not worry about the Confederate flag. It flew. Worry about how it may fly in the hearts of the unborn.
Do not worry about disgracing yourself last night. It’s done. Worry about where the commas should go in something you haven’t written yet:
Here, here, and sometimes, here,…
(c) 2019 JMN









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Artwork by Amy Sherald in her solo exhibition at Hauser & Wirth, clockwise from top left: “A single man in possession of a good fortune,” 2019; “The girl next door,” 2019; “When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be (Self-imagined atlas),” 2018; and “There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart,” 2019. Credit Artwork via Amy Sherald and Hauser & Wirth.
Roberta Smith situates artist Amy Sherald within a group of youngish painters
Smith describes Sherald’s paintings as
And yet for all that they are grayed, Sherald’s subjects are unmistakably African-American. And that seems to be an essential aspect of her art, the part she professes to take out.
(c) 2019 JMN