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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Peter Solarz

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Kiana Khansmith

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Not today Justin

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Xuebing Du
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trying on a metaphor
Cosimo Galluzzi
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@pipaberystwyth
Morphic resonance taken from Rupert Sheldrake - 'the human person and the system to which humans belong are much more than what can be measured by standard imperical procedures. We are not merely personalities contained in a defined body, like water carried in a bucket. Rather, the human person is a field of energy and information rooted in the body but extended out from the body, interacting with the energy and the information of others. None of us is a discrete, separate unit, but an integrated system of interactions and relationships connected to all.'
Judy Connato, Field of Compassion, p.7
To find a speech,
a tongue
to fit interstices
of this land worn close as skin .
To climb among blackthorn, cold
cupping of bud white
on black twigs; a scent
is there, thin and shining
as cowslips in floodwater, under
skies of dark geese, deep eddies
of cloud. Here, the high bank
crumbles; fragile roots are prinked
with gobbets of red earth.
What is this sound the land makes
at the far reach of March,
with lengthening sun, a cleanness
of fresh sap? The speech
of the shaman is locked up in the water web
where rivers meet; slowdeep
valley wanderer of the wide meander,
still chuckling mountain freshnet,
spate river, riding on pebbles,
not mud, blending watery selves,
distinct as people, below Rhydyddauddwr.
Incompatible, are they; sluggish
dark flow, quick moody swift
young sprinter to the sea? It was
lile this a millenium earlier,
at the crossing place. Hear heavy wains,
the whinny of horses, the voices in the dusk -
chill calls, that Norman french nasality,
Tegeingl mingling mercian; vowels, broadening,
lengthening, but never merging with the plaited water
nor interweaving on a loom of moisture.
The threads remain; sharp, several, sure.
Shaman. Glenda Beagan
For our ancestors water appearing naturally, unaided from hard rock, from out of the earths belly, had a magical significance as a place where spirits resided and where a dialogue with other realities might become possible.
Saint David, patron saint of Wales drank only water. it is said that springs of water appeared before him throughout his life. The Romans called him Aquaticus in welsh Dewi Ddyfrwr ( The Water Drinker)
Abram claims that many anthropologists have overlooked the ecological dimension of the Shaman's rapport, 'We can attribute much of this oversight to the modern, civilised assumption that the natural world is largely determinate and mechanical, and that that which is regarded as mysterious, powerful, and beyond the human ken must therefore be of some other nonphysical realm above nature, 'supernatural'.' (Abram, 1996, 8)
Experiments with water on lettering left out in the rain and old maps
'A vital materialist theory of democracy seeks to transform the divide between speaking subjects and mute objects into a set of differential tendencies and variable capacities.' (Bennett, 2010, 108)
Crickhowell
Crickhowells most noted famous born was in fact Colonel Sir George Everest. Famous welsh surveyor. His name was given to the mountain (same name Everest), following his tireless work on the great trigonometric survey of India.
'How can humans learn to hear or enhance our receptivity for "propositions" not expressed in words?' (Bennett, 2010, 104)
‘there was never a time when human agency was anything other than an interfolding of humanity and nonhumanity; today this mingling has become harder to ignore’ Jane Bennett, Vibrant Matter, p.31
'propelling [...] awareness laterally outward into the depths of a landscape at once both sensuous and psychological, the living dream that we share with the soaring hawk, the spider and the stone silently sprouting lichens on its coarse surface.' (Abran, 1996, 10)
'All things can hear and understand our speaking, for all things are capable of speech. Even the crackling sounds made by the new ice on the lakes are a kind of earthly utterance, laden with meaning.'
The Spell of the Sensuous, David Abram, p.153
Water has been the great architect and sculptor of the earth's crust, entering the cracks of rocks and splitting them apart as it freezes and expands; wearing away the mountains by erosion and rolling the fragments in its torrents to make gravel, sand, and clay; carving out valleys and filling them with rich soil; forming the rivers which are the veins of the earth's circulation; washing soluble minerals from the ground and carrying them downstream until the sea contains not only salt but also samples of most of the other earth materials, including even silver and gold.
For early water distribution systems, hollow or bored tree trunks were used. At one time the company which supplied water for London had 400 miles of wooden-pipe water mains. The use of iron pipes became general at the beginning of the 19th century.