Saturday, November 07, 2020
Monday, November 02, 2020
Calaveras 2020 (“No Country for Codgers” edition)
Others feared it could be the bullet.
But, one morning, they found him there
Midst-Twittling: “Witch hunt! Very unfai…”
Donald John, dead on the toilet.
Did it surprise you how he went?
Two scoops of vanilla
But the cone was the killer
So, choking, to the hereafter, he was sent.
Apologist for whateveryoulike.
Never actually alive, can he die?
This manure-wheelbarrow bedecked by a fly,
So closed the lid on them both, buried alike.
(Nevermore.)
Sunday, November 01, 2020
Mitla 2016
Saturday, October 31, 2020
mascarillas
"They were days fording that cauterized terrain. The boy had found some crayons and painted his facemask with fangs and he trudged on uncomplaining."
Cormac McCarthy's The Road (2006)
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Azacuanes
“There were days of thousands of Broad-winged Hawks (Buteo platypterus), great ‘kettles’ made up of hundreds. But these hawk flights were insignificant compared with the azacuanes—enormous flights of great streams of birds at mountaintop height in El Salvador. The azacuanes are an amalgam of several species—Turkey Vultures (Cathartes aura), Swainson’s Hawks (Buteo swainsonii), Broad-winged Hawks, and a few other species tagging along. The flights of azacuanes are fairly predictable. For generations, rural Salvadorans governed their activities by the azacuanes; northbound azacuanes heralded the onset of rains and the time to plant, while southbound azacuanes meant that the dry season and harvest time were at hand.
“Autumn flights of azacuanes are spectacular. For hour after hour, day after day, flocks of these birds pass along the peaks and ridges of El Salvador. In 1971 I saw azacuanes daily at Cerro Verde between October 10 and 24. They came in flocks of 100-1,000 birds, with stragglers from one group almost overtaken by the next. Between 8 am and 4 pm there was almost never a moment when at least one flock was not visible.
“Between October 12 and November 4, 1925, A. J. Van Rossem saw flocks of 200 to 1,000 birds at Divisadero. He identified Turkey Vultures, Broad-winged Hawks, Swainson’s Hawks, and some Red-tailed and a few Marsh hawks (Buteo jamaicensis and Circus cyaneus). ‘The hawk migration reached its peak on October 21 in an enormous flight, or rather series of flights, which occupied the greater part of the day. It was not possible to make any estimate of the number that passed, but it must have been in the tens of thousands,’ he wrote.”
“Birds in El Salvador, 1966-1980,” Walter Thurber
Friday, May 01, 2020
Luis Sepúlveda, 1949-2020
October 4, 1949 (Ovalle, Chile)—
April 16, 2020 (Oviedo, Spain)
“That was why he had to go away from time to time: as they [the Shuar] explained to him, it was good for him not to be one of them. They wanted to see him, have him with them, but also wanted to feel his absence, the sadness of being unable to talk to him, and the joy in their hearts when they saw him again.”
“Por esa razón debía marcharse cada cierto tiempo, porque--le explicaban--era bueno que no fuera uno de ellos. Deseaban verlo, tenerlo, y también deseaban sentir su ausencia, la tristeza de no poder hablarle, y el vuelco jubiloso en el corazón al verle aparecer de nuevo.”
The Old Man who Read Love Stories /
Un viejo que leía novelas de amor (1989)
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Dickinsonday 4: (591)
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -
The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -
also: "A lesson in self-isolation from 'the queen of quarantine'"
Friday, April 24, 2020
The Plague Ravages the City / La peste azota a los mexicas
“While the Spaniards were in Tlaxcala, a great plague broke out here in Tenochtitlan. It began to spread during the thirteenth month and lasted for seventy days, striking every where in the city and killing a vast number of our people. Sores erupted on our faces, our breasts, our bellies; we were covered with agonizing sores from head to foot.
“The illness was so dreadful that no one could walk or move. The sick were so utterly helpless that they could only lie on their beds like corpses, unable to move their limbs or even their heads. They could not lie face down or roll from one side to the other. If they did move their bodies, they screamed with pain.
“A great many died from this plague, and many others died of hunger. They could not get up to search for food, and everyone else was too sick to care for them, so they starved to death in their beds.
“Some people came down with a milder form of the disease; they suffered less than the others and made a good recovery. But they could not escape entirely. Their looks were ravaged, for wherever a sore broke out, it gouged an ugly pockmark in the skin. And a few of the survivors were left completely blind.
“The first cases were reported in Cuatlan. By the time the danger was recognized, the plague was so well established that nothing could halt it, and eventually it spread all the way to Chalco. Then its virulence diminished considerably, though there were isolated cases for many months after. The first victims were stricken during the fiesta of Teotlecco and the faces of our warriors were not clean and free of sores until the fiesta of Panquetzaliztli.”
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Dickinsonday 3: (844)
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Dickinsonday 2: (202)
“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
Thursday, April 09, 2020
"God is a virus."
. . .
"I was boggled by the array of creatures equipped to take root upon a human body. I'm boggled still, but with a finer appreciation for the partnership. Back then I was still a bit appalled that God would set down his barefoot boy and girl dollies into an Eden where, presumably, He had just turned loose elephantiasis and microbes that eat the human cornea. Now I understand, God is not just rooting for the dollies. We and our vermin all blossomed together.
. . .
"Five million years is a long partnership. If you could for a moment rise up out of your own beloved skin and appraise ant, human, and virus as equally resourceful beings, you might admire the accord they have all struck.
. . .
"Back in your skin, of course, you'll shriek for a cure. But remember: air travel, roads, cities, prostitution, the congregation of people for efficient commerce-these are gifts of godspeed to the virus."
--Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible (1998)
Sunday, April 05, 2020
Dickinsonday 1: (236)
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
I, just wear my Wings –
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.
--Emily Dickinson, 1864
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
ciphers in the snirt
84662: transhumance and transcendence, Canal Canyon
84058: little boxes all the same
84627: salamander
84635, 84624: Topaz concentration camp, remains (1942-1945)
This moon colony
Patrolled by stars and armed guards
Ten thousand people
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Werner, Hanksville
Werner, Hanksville from Vimeo.
By now, we have forgotten what we thought we came for
But here, in the high desert, what we find is a boneyard, of sorts
A museum of curiosities. A wunderkammern, so to speak.
Articulated and frozen in arc-welded postures
Lovingly, painstakingly static.
Who has made all this?
Lo and behold, here, just as in our own, fleshy menagerie,
We find God, as it were, away on business
Having left us with the proverbial watch on the heath.
In her place, quasi-religious aphorisms
Ranging from word salads of self-actualization slogans, to scriptural runes, mystical cosmovisions
And laminated against the ravages of weather and time
They dangle, as though to say
“this is the thing, implacably silent
but this is what it would speak to you
were it on a cosmic book tour
or propped up in front of a cannabis dispensary.”
All these Devonian lizards, crocodilians, avian reptiles, coelacanths
Some of our first vertebrate ancestors.
Across the street, their descendants now, we congregate
Sunburned and squinting
At Stan’s Burger Shack
We unrack hoses and refill the tanks
Of extended-cab pickup trucks
Harnessed to these are the pleasure boats, glittering with pearlescent finishes
Like that of bowling balls, or flame decals in mother-of-toiletseat resin inlay.
Standing in the afternoon daylight, pump running
With the very essence of ancient forests and sea beds
Distilled and decanted over millions of years
We pause in these fumes of petroculture oblivion.
Hose still running, the dials counting up, and higher up
We order, for the road, a pistachio malted milkshake.
But, something whispers, not entirely forgotten:
These grimacing specters of primer and rust
Reclaimed wreckage and the detritus of our road-world.
This road that now calls us onward to some place
We don’t know, we have never seen.
Monday, December 23, 2019
Connect the Christmas Dots (fa-la-la-la): Menageries, Mangers, Revelation, Land’s End
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“And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind. And the first beast was like a lion, and the second beast like a calf, and the third beast had a face as a man, and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle. And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.
— Revelation 4:6-8; 5:13
“My daughter’s world, like the world of most American four-year-olds, has overflowed with wild animals since it first came into focus: lionesses, puffins, hippos, bison, sparrows, rabbits, narwhals, and wolves. They are plush and whittled. Knitted, batik, and bean-stuffed. Appliquéd on onesies and embroidered into the ankles of her socks.
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“It is pretty staggering. In wildlife films, we see flocks of birds, of every kind, in vast amounts, and then when we did the analysis we found there are far more domesticated birds. It is definitely striking, our disproportionate place on Earth. When I do a puzzle with my daughters, there is usually an elephant next to a giraffe next to a rhino. But if I was trying to give them a more realistic sense of the world, it would be a cow next to a cow next to a cow and then a chicken.”
In addition to the 50% loss of wildlife we’ve seen globally in the past 40 years, earlier this year IPBES reported that extinction rates are currently accelerating to a thousand times higher than prehuman (“background”) levels, and that we’re now poised to lose a million more species in the coming decades. (In other words, we’re eliminating our fellow creatures, literally driving them out, over the threshold of creation.)
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“Steep declines among birds that people regularly see at bird feeders can be insidious. The flocks of birds are still there, so most people don’t detect a loss of abundance. ‘There’s a shifting baseline phenomenon,’ said Adam Smith, the study coauthor and biostatistician.
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related:
Christmas Freud I, II, III
ciphers in the snow
imagine the new world
eating and being animals
into the mystic
mineral spirits
witness
nochebuena
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