photography, notes

one solution to consciousness

the problem of consciousness

the halo effect

when we put our mouths to words it is like the body putting its bones to sunlight

later the bones will be in an old rusty pot and used for stirring, or being stirred
and after that the bones will be indistinguishable from the earth

so for now we put our mouths to words and speak our presence, a kind of inverse eating

an extravagant gesture

“At the time of Lewis and Clark, setting the prairies on fire was a well-known signal that meant, ‘Come down to the water.’ It was an extravagant gesture, but we can’t do less. If the landscape reveals one certainty, it is that the extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation. After the extravagant gesture of creation in the first place, the universe has continued to deal exclusively in extravagances, flinging intricacies and colossi down aeons of emptiness, heaping profusions on profligacies with ever fresh vigor. The whole show has been on fire from the word go.











I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look, I see fire: that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.”

Annie Dillard,  Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

blessed be the fruit of march

winter apples

paradise (through a window)

relief as: windows, birds, fish and stuff

and then remembering the world forgotten

forgetting one world and remembering another

 
People And A Heron by Robinson Jeffers 

A desert of weed and water-
darkened stone under my western
     windows
The ebb lasted all afternoon,
And many pieces of humanity, men, women, and children, gath-
     ering shellfish,
Swarmed with voices of gulls the sea-breach.
At twilight they went off together, the verge was left vacant, an
     evening heron
Bent broad wings over the black ebb,
And left me wondering why a lone bird was dearer to me than
     many people.
Well: rare is dear: but also I suppose
Well reconciled with the world but not with our own natures
     we grudge to see them
Reflected on the world for a mirror.

the crow speaks again

how does it feel in your mouth, the sentence that speaks here, now, but rises?

this wind

This wind this
screaming parrot
this springing
wolf this down
fall this ab
solute extinc
tion this deton
ating godhead
this wind this.

from "North Winter" by Hayden Carruth

where two boots labored

Where two boots labored yesterday across the
     snowdrifted pasture
today each boothole is an offertory of
      bright seeds
bittersweet yellowbirch hemlock pine thistle
     burning unconsumed.

from "North Winter" by Hayden Carruth

things move between poles

and then move again

movement near the edge of winter