The inextricability of place [Because home]
The first time I heard the first line of this poem (in the trailer, before the documentary was even out) it stopped me in my tracks.
It spoke directly to the hours and tears and arguments and PowerPoints and conferences and keynotes and panels and polos and group chats and public meetings and Google docs and receptions and press conferences and 1:1s and credentials and conference rooms and family bbqs and cardboard floor coverings and corner stores and cleared blocks and flashpoints and lessons and overlapping timelines and patterns.
It seamlessly connected the May 16 tornado and everything intertwined with it to the fabric of St. Louis in all the ways.
It gave words and vibes and sound and volume and cadence to an inarticulatable sense of what it means to experience inextricability from a place.
It created a language that feels like a big deep breath that you take when you know that while you may not be safe, you are not alone, you don't have to explain, you are among those who know. Like, know know. And together, y'all are on moving mountains.
Documentary trailer:
