Perhaps our deepest desires float blindly along
Perhaps from time to time these desires merge
And rise to the surface like lava, taking ashen shape
These images may appear as the product of this artist or that.
But we might rightly consider such visions as nothing less
Our own hopes, wishes, fantasies, unknown even to ourselves,
It is a mark of this world that the expectation of justice
Justice becomes a clever joke among clever people,
Still the longing lingers.
And the hidden hope, once exposed, seems awfully…
Book ’em, Danno.
And get them out of my sight.
[All these mug shots are from Nora Ligorano and Marshall Reese’s “Line Up,” currently displayed at the New York Public Library as part of its “Multiple Interpretations” exhibition. Check out these links for more information. Lastly,