DEAD RECKONING

DEAD RECKONING 2018

All oil, acrylic and Galkyd on three panels

These three inflatable boats may be purchased online for sport and recreation. Their model and brand names refer to the blue sea, a bird of prey and a distant planet.

Their quoted selling features describe their benign uses, economic advantages and physical attributes along with ways to extend their lifespan.

These snippets of advertising take on new meaning (or become meaningless) when we think of such boats being used for desperate measures, taking on human cargo far above capacity—inadequate and ill-equipped for journeys longer than a leisurely day on the water.

Their black bottoms face us—bottomless voids.

Can we reckon with our own reflection?

AZZURRO MARE AM330

“Now comes with FREE boat tubes cover to protect boat from damaging UV rays and to extend boat lifespan. Is great as a ship-to-shore dinghy or tender for main ship.”

SATURN SD500G-05

“Largest vessel in our budget price.”

SEA EAGLE 126SR

“Best suited for those wishing to have more roomy space.”

Dead Reckoning, 2018

AZZURRO MARE AM330

84 x 48 inches

“Now comes with FREE boat tubes cover to protect boat from damaging UV rays and to extend boat lifespan. Is great as a ship-to-shore dinghy or tender for main ship.”

Detail of AZZURRO MARE AM330

SATURN SD500G-05

96 x 48 inches

“Largest vessel in our budget price.”

SEA EAGLE 126SR

84 x 48 inches

“Best suited for those wishing to have more roomy space.”

Installed at the McDonough Museum fo Art, Youngstown, Ohio

Home

By Warsan Shire

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied

no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough

the
go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here