the raven dreams of life. on a post
where the words drip like hurricanes.
dancing on the wind as a blade slivers my shiver-
ing spine-trance. (where there is a pain, a slight discomfort).
wringing hands well wrought with iron castings.
i drench myself in your behavior.
mixing my metaphors i’m stumbling towards you and slip as you catch my stance.
stop trying to drain my rhythm. you wouldn’t understand it anyway.
for all that we can understand betwixt, there is also a gulf between.
river runs. stills. silences. gets behind underneath and up in.
i like it.
twisting mind cages fold you up and i unfold you. but then
you run again, into those same twists, creases, and corners. you are cornered,
and i can’t unravel you.
do you know your name? sometimes i think i do. but then a dark pitched wind hollow blows so loudly the name flits off, dissolves, diffuses.
train me in your desire. and i’ll school you in my lightness.
trip drop lightly on my stair. you can climb up. it’s nice here.
For a long time now we have understood ourselves as traveling toward some sort of industrial paradise, some new Eden conceived and constructed entirely by human ingenuity. And we have thought ourselves free to use and abuse nature in any way that might further this enterprise. Now we face overwhelming evidence that we are not smart enough to recover Eden by assault, and that nature does not tolerate or excuse our abuses. If, in spite of the evidence against us, we are finding it hard to relinquish our old ambition, we are also seeing more clearly every day how that ambition has reduced and enslaved us. We see how everything – the whole world – is belittled by the idea that all creating is moving or ought to move toward an end that some body, some human body, has thought up. To be free of that end and that ambition would be a delightful and precious thing. Once free of it, we might again go about our work and our lives with a seriousness and pleasure denied to us when we merely submit to a fate already determined by gigantic politics, economics, and technology.
– Wendell Barry from Bringing It To The TableEnd Your Dependence on Single Use Plastics
It all started for me with Chris Jordan’s images from Midway: http://www.chrisjordan.com/gallery/midway/#CF000313%2018x24 and then hearing him and someone from the Plastic Pollution Coalition in this Amazing interview from the Visionary Activist Radio Show. Listen to it here: http://aud1.kpfa.org/data/20100812-Thu1400.mp3
I thought I was being conscious about plastic. But then I opened my eyes to just how much plastic I was using at the grocery store. I was blind to it because it was part of MY FOOD! I had grown numb, as we all have, to the colossal amount of plastic I was taking home from the grocery store in every trip. I made a vow to myself to end this madness. I now make a point to not buy anything if plastic is involved. With some very minor exceptions, I have been able to do this 99% of the time, and have not had to take out my garbage for 4 weeks.
For some great tips - check out this web site: http://fakeplasticfish.com/plasticfreeguide/?awesm=fbshare.me_AR9Tq. And Visit the Plastic Pollution Coalition and take the pledge to stop your own waste of single use plastic.
With this single act, we could all have a HUGE impact on the oil industry. I now see that 90% of our grocery store products are packaged in the blood of war, and the death and suffering of innocent animals who are poisoned and killed by our waste. Your plastic water bottle “for convenience” just isn’t worth it. Take the pledge.
It’s up to us. One by one. City by city. We can do this.
About me
I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make it ordinary but it is not. Outside, we trip over slabs of sunshine the size of towns. The sun is like a crowd of people, it is a party, it is music. The sun blares through the walls of houses and beats down steps. The sun drums time into stone, rhythming the day.
Nature measures nothing. Nobody needs this much sunlight. Nobody needs droughts, volcanoes, monsoons, tornadoes either, but we get them, because our world is extravagant as a world can be. We are the ones obsessed by measurement. The world just pours it out.
-Jeanette Winterson, excerpts from Lighthousekeeping
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