On looking into Lummis’s Radical Democracy

by Gord Sellar

You all dream of America only because
night becomes, and tiding inside you are
limbic oceans, democracies of wanting
and the blisters may yet give the
way to what is not inevitable but instead
we can only make, over and over at
the root, the before of it, the ideal
of what is made without fire, without
bullet or megaphone because the roar
of human voices together is much louder
anyway. The thing is not what we call it, but
is always the striving, the hand outstretched.

–Montreal, 2000

February 8, 2012

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