Darren Bader, #I am just living to be dying by your side

Clarice Lispector* says:

Anyone who lives, knows, even without knowing, that he or she knows

I know words; I know the world. That’s pretty much all I know as far as I know (well, I also know me (which is different than I of course)).
I know (that I know) that other people seem to know too and this usually helps out a lot. But as we idiomize in English, “you never know”.

“People” was my first title for this exhibition. It seemed to have a good tenor to it, but then I realized it had other tenors as well. Hmmm: the world in so many words: perhaps a journey, because journey[s] have a certain tenor too. And then how to name the less known. Why? I don’t know (you know what I mean).

There’s a song named “Don’t Know What You Got (Till It’s Gone)” by a band named Cinderella with words that always speak to me:

All things [sic] come and go; all that’s left are the words

The singer, Tom Kiefer, then lets out a touching/touched whimper-plea:

I can’t let go

In other words, the Grateful Dead begin:

If my words did glow, with the cold [sic] of sunshine

Their plaintive-cum-exultant minstrelsy ending in:

If I knew the way, I would take you home

Followed by words that are not quite words

*Well, Giovanni Pontiero says that she says