MOON PIT

Half-Sister the shining one wondering
For her wounded Mother the enduring one.

Glittering abandonment and glacial abundance
Pleistocene gravitating into an ocular Holocene

Melting dust-lust and landscraped devotion
Cry angels of Anthropocentric lacūna.

Moon Pit a shadowy quarry in vague terrain
Receiving disposed residue deeply deposited
Darkly haptic congealing desiring a glimmering
Selenocene she who reflects endless space
Wrapping time in ephemeral weight of memory.

re Solid Waste:
Deschutes County’s Solid Waste Advisory Committee is unanimously recommending “Moon Pit” for the new Solid Waste Management Facility. The site, east of Bend near Highway 20 and adjacent to Badlands Wilderness and Dry River, is currently an aggregate surface mine.

re Unwanted Materials:
After approval June 2024, the process “to take a number of years.” The new solid waste facility will “provide sustainable solutions for unwanted materials. The site will be closed to the public but will receive waste from five transfer stations located countywide.”

Consider:
— Where does sustainable begin and end?
— Follow the dots: "unwanted materials" (aka post-consumer "waste") picked up curbside, trucked to a transfer station, extracted? compacted? then trucked once more asphalted highways to MOON PIT.
— In a century when MOON PIT covered-up "at capacity" imagine 2124 on this one Earth, this living Gaia.
— LANDFILL. What then ... when Land is Full?
— Victoria Chang's poem Threshold:

When a country dies,
a small bell tolls on the hill,
the earth gets lighter.
Someone weighs the earth each year,
decides what to toss over.

NOTES
— Opening poem by DB in Toward a Geo-logic Poetic (Present Tense Press, forthcoming) [Selene:Moon Goddess, hence Selenocene; DB speculating: a shining-cycle following darkling-carboned Anthropocene.]

— Photos: Moon Pit country; above, animal trail in Dry River near Moon Pit; below: rock in bed of Dry River.
—Link: Solid-waste-management-facility-location-proposal includes web link to: SWMF Final Site Evaluation Report 2024.05.22. aka MOON PIT.
— Victoria Chang’s poem THRESHOLD in The Trees Witness Everything. 2022, Copper Canyon Press.

If is the diamond at the center of every life.
— Laura Kasischke from the poem “Almost There” in Space, in Chains (2011)

Conspiracy of Visibilities

I want to exist beyond myself: with the embodied ones.
I want to exist as what I am: as a fixed idea. I want to bark, instead of praising the silence of the space you're born into. — Alejandra Pizarnik

Collection of random and evolving artworks painted on, painted over, painted again, both sides of a small free-standing FREEWALL placed two years ago in a Eugene city park south of the Riverwalk and east of the I-105 bridge. Click to enlarge

Let's begin by saying that Shadow has died.

 — Alejandra Pizarnik

Which mask will I wear when I emerge from the shadows?

— Alejandra Pizarnik

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— Alejandra Pizarnik (Argentina 1936-1972) from Extracting the Stone of Sadness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans from Spanish by Yvette Siegert, 2016 New Directions)

Painting/drawing on utility box near the FREEWALL, echoing the resonant resilience of street art.