Margaret Tait's sonnet to Humanity:
TO ANYBODY AT ALL
I didn't want you cosy and neat and limited.
I didn't want you to be understandable,
Understood.
I wanted you to stay mad and limitless,
Neither bound to me nor bound to anyone else's or
your own preconceived idea of yourself.
My memories of Aerial:
Air and nature plummet onto concrete. Magnolia petals hit the hard surface prior to a dead finch. Worms escape and fires burn. Live blackbirds eat from the window ledge and the camera pans into the edge of night as a huge aeroplane can be heard droning across the deathly sky.
Her films transmit a fragile love. These films live within self-expression. She is dead, but she comes back to life in beautiful presence when you watch her films. The subject is her spirit.
