What is Real: Birds in Art. Avian Mundi!
Earth Day -- this even-numbered 4-22-2022 -- we wonder, Really?! Whose Earth, and How so goes the Earth? And the millions of remaining birds.
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The Science is out there. The News is not promising. Extinctions hover.
Avian Mundi bows to her guides: Axis Mundi and Anima Mundi. The tripartite imaginary of being and becoming. Still center residing.
Eerily Avian Mundi -- Bird-Earth-Sky-Water -- will endure as future residue on urban walls. Reminder/remainder of the dilemma dear.
Rolf Jacobsen:
I am the bird that flutters against your window in the morning,
and your closest friend, whom you can never know,
blossoms that light up for the blind.
...
I am the one you have loved for many years.
I walk beside you all day and look intently at you
and put my mouth against your heart
though you're not aware of it.
--Murals/Street Art/Wall Art/Eugene/Springfield. As artists are identified, this post will be updated. These photos present details out-of-context of the dynamic urban scene within which they appear, arise. Some no longer exist, a form of erasure-extinction. Contact me if curious. Photos Douglas Beauchamp. (Click to enlarge)
--ABOVE: Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994), two stanzas from the poem Guardian Angel, trans Robert Bly from Norwegian.
--BELOW: Bird, a poem by the English poet Frances Horovitz (1938-1983) in Collected Poems, 1985, Bloodaxe Books.
--Recent article in The Guardian by Zoe Williams: ‘The lunacy is getting more intense’: how Birds Aren’t Real took on the conspiracy theorists.
Bird
leave the bright voices on the edge of the wood
follow the bird quick
arrow — messenger —
into the still shadow of the waiting trees
light falls from leaf to leaf
spattering gold is leaf is light
and bird
shadow swift
falls - follows
the air - speeds
in shafts of green
vanishing invisible
as echoing song ahead
trails silence in the choir of trees
brown moss quiet underfoot
sunlight glitters in the empty glade
