Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tide-Line
Sometimes I feel like the woman in the sea-cottage who holds the tide-line tight in her hands. Then I don't drift in and out like the moon-pulled sea; then I remain, present.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Mist
Wild Man
Yet you are a wild man.
When you strip your clothes, the frenzy begins. How can such passion hide under a veneer smooth as the pin stripes in a suit?
I remember, and am awakening. Erotic energy rises like smoldering bush fire. In your absence.
For you are not here, only there.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Constructions
Do I hallucinate you? Who are you?
My hallucination of nature doesn't agree with your hallucination, that's all. Or to you it's not a hallucination, but reality, and you strengthen your position with references to nature writers and by being in a group who believe similarly.
Except it isn't. Reality, I mean. You're taking a position on reality, writing your own essay of it, complete with a thesis statement. Only it's all your thoughts on it, a master narrative, if you will, that continually runs through your mind shaping what you see according to the story you carry.
Which is fine, is good. We'd go mad without our stories. They cohere us, put us in social and historical context; they organize reality for us.
Reality probably needs organizing! For all I know about it.
Everything we can say about Nature, the original substratum, the wilderness is constructed.
Sure, bring the sun in. We don't know what 'sun' is anyway. It's just a word!
Whatever that is in what we call sky is not sun, light, right, might, sol invictus, or illumina...
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Culture creates the overlay.
The overlay enables us to all live together, but it isn't true.
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Can I burn under the artificial sun
in the Turbine Hall of the Tate Museum in London?
Will the fog
of the weather project
hide me?
light glancing
The waves of the ocean that I watch from the window move like imagination across the dreamscape.
Close your eyes, dream the world.
"...That summer all the world
was soul and water, light glancing off peaks."Michael Sims
Friday, November 24, 2006
Wilderness
"I don't find anything out there. I find my own relation to the spaces. We see nature with our cultivated eyes. Again, there is no true nature, there is only your and my construct."Olufur Eliason
You say the wilderness you walk in every day exists.
But you have named every tree, shrub, bird, insect. You move through a wilderness of labels, of theories of ecosystems, of words and images that describe it. You cohere this experience of wilderness; without you, it wouldn't exist.
How can we see but through our own perceptions? A trained and honed perceptual apparatus with its own caring, ethic and aesthetic.
Could we stumble blindly through the bush --- what would we see?
What of the feral child's experience of the wilderness --- raised by wolves, who move by scent and on all fours, who tear at the beating body of fur and blood with bared teeth?
There is only the subjective, the relational. How can there be an objective universe?
We create the world we live in.
It's emptiness.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Hallucination
Within the film of my life I create the story I am living.
That story also shapes outer events. The world coheres to my version of it.
Do you understand that
the world
is a mass hallucination?
That we have agreed
to hallucinate it this way
and we teach our children.
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