Scope of Knowing: Marysol Finkenberg

May 1, 2020, Kate Belew With Marysol Finkenberg (South Harlem, New York City)

When the song is over, what happens then?

Does sound trail placidly to stillness, or

trace itself out of our scope of knowing and 

alight on someone else's tree? And if

that's true. Than maybe that's where magnolia

grows like dancers following the wind. I wouldn't know.

I don't know hardly anything except these palms.

Sometimes even they are strange as

anything else. I waited for

the end and now I wait for

the subway still in my dreams. What strange

and fleeting sounds are these? Will you wait with me?