
I. 3 Poems by Raven Golston, Present Absence Poet
II. Site Visibility Questions
III. New Mural Prototypes by Owens Daniels
IV. Conversation
I. Poetry by Raven Golston
Narrative
It’s oral narratives, it’s framing pictures, it’s fragment pieces that collectively express its science, its humanities, it’s arts, it’s mathematics, it’s symphonies---
It’s justice in words and illustration that ring like the bass in a cello despite the softness of an aging voice as the stringing notes release the caged birds,
It’s thriving cities, and the song doesn’t come free though in unison as it connects and remembers, the narratives of an expansive community are non monolithic in location
Though each sounding song is familiar,
as ones’ Jefferson street is another’s East and 5th built up essentially like water to quench the missing, hemming the cracks of the soils through creation, through driven dedication, outseeks and groupings, gathering the community, proud to be warriors for seeds that harvest full,
There is a clinging to the bosom of knowledge never to be full---
as it’s oral narratives, it’s framing pictures, it’s fragment pieces that collectively express: it’s science, it’s humanities, it’s arts, it’s mathematics, it’s symphonies, are repeated rhythm and cadence;
It’s justice that rings like the bass of a cello despite the softness of an aging voice and the stringing notes then release the caged birds.
-Raven Golston
Fertility
When: 1930 to the growth of 1940.
Many faces with white teeth and plum skin wearing hats of prestige under the name dedication, the integration before integration was with Katie B,
To be excellent in the name of life, fighting for what was right against the inhumanities, because there was the sugary sweetness in some elements of human nature
There was nature from the headdress to the feet of each person's story
And how it is unique to the individual
How it is unique is indivisible
But how it is unique is what makes it worthy of being reliable
The plum skin from the cropper, to the laundry owner, to the doctor, to the nurse, to you
Deeper, and deeper, and deeper the root
Smiling plum skin faces, smiling peach tones, smiling because something was finally worthy of being known,
An integration before integration was with Katie B,
Plum on peach healing, black on black healing, and cream hands to create a fertility tree of everlasting youth
Development is the product of Katie B’s root
Smiling the truest genuinity as not one step was mynute.
As not one step was singular guidance to the temporary reliefs of laboring groups but infinite,
Infinite as a plum could heal another plum, as a reciprocity of a bee to its nectar milking out honey could produce a honey
And this is ever sweet
Because this excellence is ever so unique
Forget me not
Dedicated to Kate Bitting Reynolds
This is a forget me not,
I am worthy of being remembered in the many forms I came.
So remember the mark I left and draw another, and one more after that.
Frame my picture because my children and my children’s children’s children need to know
To remember the soils that which the flower blooms
The hands that sculpt the clay,
Play the rhythm of time and you’ll find exactly what I say,
See the notes?
I leave those as bread crumbs
To show you your people made a way.
Do not fold the corners of the pieces that shape you,
Uncrease the corners to discover the different shapes the same. A same that similarly makes you.
This is a forget me not,
Life carries on through you,
And one day you will say your forget me nots too.
To say, I am worthy of being remembered in the many forms I came.
So remember the mark I left and draw another, and one more after that.
II. Mural Visibility
approach from east |
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| from Malloy Jordan Heritage Center |
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| view from on-street parking |
II. Mural Mockups!
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| Owens Daniels, Jackie Howell proto 2021 |
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| Owens Daniels draft of Photos on Table, re-shoot scheduled with members of Katie B. Reunion Committee March 17, 2021 |
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| Owens Daniels, Jesse Watson, 2021 |








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