Saturday we tried Pax River State Park, such as it is, public land used primarily by hunters, half a dozen deer carcasses in the trailhead parking lot on Brown Church Road north of 80 on 27, hunters dress the deer on site, leave what they don't harvest for the winged corpse-eaters. The trail down to the Patuxent completely iced for bob-sledding, obstacled with fallen trees, I took 27 to 108 to 650 (past Griffith Road) to Howard Chapel Road right to Sundown (you better take care) right to Zion left to Rachel Carson Conservancy and one of our favorite hikes
Hiked Little Bennett yesterday, icy, should have thought of sticks, Little Bennett has more of my installations than all other Moco hikes combined (it has many different hikes, we rotate them a lot). Most are destroyed by wind and rain or squirrels or chipmunks and interior tree rot which contract I signed upon installation, I often find the plastic animals in the leaves and new mulch beneath the trees, but a few I build for more permanence, see the superglue print on the stone, all four feet were superglued to the stone, there was a friend's bulldog altared there by request, a chipmunk didn't do this, fine metaphors abound that I need to work past
THE ARISTOCRACY
Sandra Simonds
I like when the form is kind of stuck-up
even though I’ve got a Southern accent and my place
looks like a graduate student’s. 1. I enjoy
high art but realism swamps me.
2. The material world swamps me.
3. I came to understand
the forms of realism,
the aesthetic phenomenon.
4. You take a random person
from daily life.
5. You take their dependence
on their historical circumstances.
6. You make them
the subject.
7. You see, they operate
the modern.
Things happen ... minutes, hours, days.
The order of life
coming from life itself.
Back to life /
Back to reality (like Soul II Soul).
It is sublime
and grotesque.
8. They make rich forms.
Something steady.
Less manic.
Something real
like a bell
inside the Golden Seahorse Gift Shop.
Don’t take me
on that ride.
I don’t want
to go down.
9. To what degree
are the subjects
taken seriously?
They naturally swim
beneath the icy sheets
and find breathing holes.
They may remember
their arctic homes.
They are one of the park’s
most sociable creatures. I said
enter the water with them.
Graceful imitation of strange
palms and seaflowers. A seaflower
of a thousand colors, aquarium
pigmented. It is my violent
passion for seaflowers, Molly.
I want the entire
underwater palace
built of roaring seaflowers!
Beluga! Beluga! Wither and mow.
The child’s song.
Emerald kayak
and the femme fatale
who sleeps in it, Victorian,
long, frothy hair
and the death drive,
flesh like the statement, “I lost a friend
in the sea garden.”
The notes, staccato, vortex,
paradisiacal, gold bell in a coffin
just in case I wake up. And the way
darkness tunnels
inside a car on its way
to its pinpoint destination.
No one tells you
the moon’s going
to end up like this.
No one. So you just move towards it.
That’s all the moon
ever was. Ding. Ding.
in the interfluidity essay you linked to with the phrase dreams and kindness are all we have i liked
ReplyDeleteNothing is broken in the world without something else being born. Any creature’s death at the very least yields a corpse, which yields succor for some other’s hungry mouth, or soil upon which new life may grow. If we do slip the chain of our outworn institutions, perhaps it triggers civil war, famine, holocaust, or autocracy. But it is also possible that we jump to something hopeful, a revision of our constitutional order that is more capable, more democratic, both.