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)

Future is Now (And Then)

And We Are (Prepared)

An Aspect of Desire (Sky's Limit) 

The Bed Of Rest (Thermal Blanket)

The Hope of Leaves (The Grasp)

Waiting In The Wings (The Red Dress)

Whistling Down The Tracks (Vanishing Lines) 

Earth Spirit Rising (The Embrace)

Every Journey Begins (One Step)

Concrete Lust of Rebar (The Yearning)

Shelter in Place (Now Leasing)

Like, There Is No Tomorrow (What's Not To Like)

Occupying Sacred Ground (The Thinker)

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)

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