I always loved the names of rivers.
Don, Nile, Donau, Volga, Ganges, Mississippi... Amansimtoti.
River names make me long for travelling, for dreaming, for swimming in water that is always a new river, always ignoring borders, always running towards the sea.
I always loved the names of cities.
Rome, Orleans, Casablanca. São Paulo, Surabaya, Stockholm.
City names bloom inside me with each its own special, concentrated flavour of human existence – of art, atrocities, ashes and age old rubbish.
I always loved the name of Minneapolis.
It sounds like circus and speakeasies. It sounds new.
I see colours and carousels, red, blue and white. I see the wild, young Mississippi river, and hectic people founding a city, building it. A scholar throws in "POLIS" at the end of the name. There has to be some showbiz Greeks in meander lined tunics. Fashion demands it. No time for slowly letting a name evolve, no ol' man river in these parts. It has to be invented, so things can be on track for the future.
That glorious, dynamic future.
In the end the name of Minneapolis grew old like American exceptionalism.
I see TV-images of atrocities, ashes and age old rubbish. The scent of the concentrated flavour of human existence fills the air as does the scent of car exhaust and burning cars; of that glorious, dynamic future; of hopelessness, anger, grief, love, hope.
Dedicated to tarotbyfergus in South Minneapolis and all the other Hive people from Minneapolis with the most sincere wishes for a peaceful and just future for you and your city.
Please write in the comments if there’s wrong spelling, ugly English etc. I am not a native English speaker and I'm only glad if I can improve things. I am not a poet either, not at all, but sometimes I try anyway.
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