"unsolved, but not insoluble questions of humanity"

May your day contain the seeds of freedom.
May you find a treasure to hold in your hands.
May pleasure uncurl like a fern.

The Fishing Tackle   
  by Bertolt Brecht

In my room, on the whitewashed wall
Hangs a short bamboo stick bound with cord
With an iron hook designed
To snag fishing nets from the water. The stick
Came from a second-hand store downtown. My son
Gave it to me for my birthday. It is worn.
In salt water the hook’s rust has eaten through the binding.
These traces of use and of work
Lend great dignity to the stick. I
like to think that this fishing-tackle
Was left behind by those Japanese fisherman
Whom they have now driven from the West Coast into camps
As suspect aliens; that it came into my hands
To keep me in mind of so many
Unsolved but not insoluble
Questions of humanity.

(trans. Lee Baxendall)

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American Maiden-hair Fern Fronds, Karl Blossfeldt, 1928

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Creative Invitation

1
If you could dissolve one of humanity’s unsolved problems, which would it be? How would it look or sound when dissolving?

2
Curl your body like a fern frond and slowly uncurl. Tell yourself I love you.