Ghost Trees dis/placed at Pronghorn Resort and Golf Club & its Hotel/Spa known as Juniper Preserve, a few miles east of Bend.
31 December 2022
Ghost Trees
24 November 2022
Listening
Listening with the animals the silences hunted hearing this waking the animals enter myth-time do their magic emerge changed a whimper a lawnmower whirr a laugh gift and forgift animal appearance in profile in disappearance outlining the shadow dance and the heart of who you are — viewer of this world becoming.
ABOVE
Details above of four new outdoor murals. These expansive artworks unfold through time — please do visit, rest in place, listen.
— Mural by Esteban Camacho Steffensen. Willamette at 27th, north wall of Arriving By Bike, sponsored by 350Eugene.
— Mural by Susan Applegate and associates including Kalapuya elder and consultant Esther Stutzman. Westmoreland Park, east wall of the Dr. Edwin Coleman, Jr. Community Center.
— Mural by Kari Johnson. Lane Community College, east wall of the Center Building. (Also, detail below.)
— Mural by Ila Rose. College Hill, Eugene, south wall of a private residence.
We are all here to serve each other. At some point, we have to understand that we do not need to carry a story that is unbearable. We can observe the story, which is mental; feel the story, which is physical; let the story go, which is emotional; then forgive the story, which is spiritual, after which we use the materials of it to build a house of knowledge.
— Joy Harjo, in Poet Warrior: A Memoir (2021)
Bears are amused by the concept of reality. They sit around imagining they are real, and they laugh.
— N. Scott Momaday, The dark amusement of bears, a poem in Dream Drawings: Configurations of a Timeless Kind (2022)
12 November 2022
Future is Now (And Then)
And what have you to say about these flowers
late in the season, so desperate and calm.
The whine of hope perishes
in time, just in time, for the jackhammers
to build an emblem science, and the small figures
to move in its midst, like so many futures.
-- Ann Lauterbach, from her poem Lines of Flight in Or To Begin Again (2009)
30 October 2022
VEXICON: In A Word
VEXICON 5: MAY DAY. May 1 2022
https://tobecomevisible.blogspot.com/2022/05/vexicon-2022-may-day.html
VEXICON 4: Desire Anyway. December 31 2021
https://rockartoregon.blogspot.com/2021/12/vexicon-4-desire-anyway.html
VEXICON 3: Loves & Forebodings. July 2 2021
https://rockartoregon.blogspot.com/2021/07/vexicon-2021-loves-forebodings.html
VEXICON 2: Signs as signs as signals. January 25, 2021
https://rockartoregon.blogspot.com/2021/01/vexicon-2-signs-as-signs-as-signals.html
VEXICON: Signs of the Times 2020. October 9, 2020
https://rockartoregon.blogspot.com/2020/10/vexicon-signs-of-times.html
WORDS WITHOUT BORDERS Productions. Open Source 24/7.
18 October 2022
QUATRAIN
In my solitude
I have seen very clearly
things that are not true.
— Antonio Machado
Full zero rising beginning end every thing in between
True gravity bathing pink contained gray yielding
Origin of the known universe unknown unborn the other
10 October 2022
Then and Then and Gone
On the banks of the Amazon, a tributary flowing from the south hills of Eugene to its confluence -- not as one would expect with the Willamette (Whilamut) River -- with the Long Tom River and Coyote Creek. The original marshlands, now dammed by Army Corps of Engineers as Fern Ridge Reservoir. Then, flow pulled by gravity, turning and finding the way north to an eventual mating with the Willamette, then north to the Columbia, then to the sea -- the maternal Pacific -- where all is embraced, dissolved, reincarnated as bright-turquoised insistent beings, swimming upstream to spawn.
Further... Feature story about Suspish in Eugene Weekly, July 2022
15 September 2022
Silencing shadows
you withdraw from the names
that spin the silence of things
—Alejandra Pizarnik
now
at this innocent hour
I and the one I was sit together
at the threshold of my gaze
NOTES
—Two poems by Argentine poet Alejandra Pizarnik (1936-1972); poems XXVIII and XI in Diana’s Tree (Árbol de Diana) (1962), trans. Anna Deeny
—Photos and captions, an hour downtown driftwalk, Douglas Beauchamp