On this date, one year ago, two friends died in a terrible car crash. This week, I learned that one of the assistant directors for the opera company I worked with in the summer lost her husband in a terrible car crash that happened while they were on their honeymoon. They had been married for three days. And last year, right around this same time period, I lost my job and almost lost my own life within a week’s timespan.
All this has gotten me thinking about death and life and about the power of imagination, of the power of story, and of the power of words to create the reality we both live in and live without. Much of my research seems to deal with the notion of boundaries and crossings and with “technologies of interface” that help mediate between worlds- the seen and the unseen, the mundane and the sacred, the living and the dead. Perhaps the “work of the imagination”, as anthropologist Arjun Appadurai terms it, is to do just this, creating new spaces and new ways of experiencing that which we might think of as discreet and bounded.
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