30 December 2024

HEAT

Does a leaf note change, sense acceleration, feel heat?
Before they fall. Aftermath?
To soak, bristle, crumble.
Homing on gravity.
Theory is easy for some.


2024: The hottest year on planet Earth in the last 125,000 years.

2024: The Universe is expanding faster than “previously” thought.
What were we thinking? The speed of light more or less?
Perhaps The Universe knows something we do not.

We the 8.2 Billion: Gesturing in an Abstract Reality.

In an hour-glass life-span how can one know?

8.2 Billion we humans, this blue-green tide-pool Earth.
Verbs run amok: Tackle, combat, battle. Nouns to fight abstract reality: Drought, Climate, Heat. Wildfire, Flood, Eruption.

Honing response to a savior edge.

Task: Image possibility within disjunction.
Between don't gaze ahead admonishment.
Among don't zero-in close astonishment.

While riding acceleration in don't look back obedience.

Task: Grasp tangentials. Occupy interstices. Qualify conclusions. Image when our wavering invention — the ancient soundings known as Words — betray.


Task: Image the global situation, temporal duration, a scale of immediate now-time. Then, how to imagine 8.2 Billion desiring humans in their each and every moment?

As gesture. As phantom. As fragment. As ambiguity. As absence. 

As leaf.

That's how.

 

A wider range of words exist to describe effects of cold than heat.

— Karen Solie from her poem Orion, London Review of Books, Dec2024


04 December 2024

Life Is Enormous

Life is enormous, you only have
to drill a tunnel through one of the hemispheres
to discover freedom in the other.
But never forget - there's taiga all around.
    —Anzhelina Polonskaya

Photos by DB, as encountered during walkabouts, Eugene OR 2024.  Outside of these isolated, framed moments, each person moved in their individual befores-and-afters with intent or by circumstance, with hope and longing. As did the photographer.  This "outside" ever larger than the picture.  Life is Enormous.


Poem by Anzhelina Polonskaya, in To The Ashes (2019 trans Russian by Andrew Wachtel. Polonskaya was born near Moscow, lives in Germany, her poetry is banned in Russia.)


Taiga


The sea darkens outside

and gradually becomes the taiga,

irrational, trackless.

Having run the impassible gauntlet

you shrug your shoulders, like a prisoner,

holding your bundle to your chest with one hand,

still smiling innocently at the sun.

Life is enormous, you only have

to drill a tunnel through one of the hemispheres

to discover freedom in the other.

But never forget - there's taiga all around.