“A nothing
we were, are now, and ever
shall be, blooming:
the nothing-,
the No-One’s- Rose.

With
our pistil soul-bright,
our stamen heaven-waste,
our corona red
from the purpleword we sang
over, oh over
the thorn.” from Paul Celan, ‘Psalm’, 1961

“No one kneads us again out of earth and clay
no-One summons our dust.
No one.
Blessed art thou, No One.
In thy sight would
we bloom.
In thy spite.”

Paul Celan, ‘Psalm’, 1961

Sourced and constructed by hand in Uganda and Nigeria.