More on: Claire Bateman

1. Doesn’t everybody get a strange life? Don’t we all get to walk around inside ourselves all day long and sleep there through the whole night? Don’t we all have permanent access to the magnum and the minimum opus, the rising up and the sinking down? Aren’t we granted the right to refrain from occupying…

Orphan or heir-apparent, did it plummet from heaven or work its way up through the fissures of the earth? Was it chipped from a dollhouse window or a diamond fjord? If the deepest bass virtuoso intones the nethermost D, will this sliver fly off to reunite with its source, setting off a flood of healing…