Prologue: General Information
and Guide to Exhibitions

Dear William James, I’d like to smell your hair.
It’s not that there’s less of you than there should be,
but you draw a good picture of yourself back
when you weren’t in the Civil War.
I heard South America wasn’t an archipelago,
still I’d like to hear you talk about finches.
I’d like you to do your best impersonation
of a chemist. Sometimes, when everything
is sometimes, you can advocate another person’s theory
about randomness. I’d like, Dear William James,
for you to explain why more than other fruits
you like blueberries (even when they’re not there).
Can you draw your two-year depression? —
because I think I might recognize it.

Dawn Tefft | Mudlark No. 29
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