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Today is Juneteenth.  It’s a day to celebrate the end of slavery. I’d almost forgotten about it, which shows how removed I am from the news while on vacation.  If I had been paying attention I would have heard it is being given special attention in Charleston, South Carolina, as a response to the killing of members of an African American church that happened there a few days ago.

Juneteenth honors the day when a ship arriving in Galveston, Texas, brought the news that the Civil War was over and the Emancipation Proclamation signed by Lincoln two years earlier was now the law everywhere.  It’s not as widely celebrated as it should be.

Two days from now, June 21, is both World Humanist Day and the solstice.  Apparently the Humanists, after disagreeing about the day, settled on the solstice because (in the northern hemisphere) this is the day with the most light – an allusion to the enlightened mind that Humanists are trying to encourage in all of us.

The solstice, in contrast, is a day which has been honored since people figured out the cycle of the sun.

I think we should celebrate them all: the end of slavery as a legal institution in the U.S., the opportunity to think for ourselves, free of dogma, and the old, old cycle of the earth’s movement around the sun.

Wildflowers

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These photos were all taken one sunny afternoon as I walked home from doing the tour of gallery openings in town. wildflowers1wildflowers2

All colors of lupines are out.  A few days ago I saw only blue ones.  I had not noticed before that the blue ones come first.wildflowers3Here’s a view of lupines on a bluff above a low tide. wildflowers4

No, that is not a dark sky, its shore and water. The picture is a little dark, however.  It turned out the battery was running low on my camera.  But I got one more nice photo before it quit.  wildflowers5With so much natural color in the world, why should anyone bother to make ugly art?

Remixing Kenneth Goldsmith

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Kenneth Goldsmith has an essay in a recent issue of Poetry called “I Look to Theory Only When I Realize That Somebody Has Dedicated Their Entire Life to a Question I Have Only Fleetingly Considered.”    It is in the form of one and two line comments, with an occasional paragraph thrown in.  The topic is art, particularly poetry, and modern internet culture.  I should say the topics are, among other things, poetry and the internet.  The statements vary widely.  The essay is 14 ½ pages long.  Among the one liners are these:

”Sampling and citation are but boutique forms of appropriation.”

“Remixing is often mistaken for appropriation.”

So I’m calling this “remixing” because he makes it sound better.  But I’m really picking a few statements to comment on.

He writes, ”If you’re not making art with the intention of having it copied, you’re not really making art for the twenty-first century.”

So I think he would approve of this copying of his words.  Though this is not copying.  True copying would be reblogging, a favorite way of circulating material on the internet.

In a similar vein, many pages later, he writes: “When the art world can produce something as compelling as Twitter, we’ll start paying attention to it again.”  Who is this “we”?  He’s already paying attention to what he says isn’t working, is he not?

“All language presenting itself as new is recycled.  No word is virginal; no word is innocent.”  Well, duh!  If words didn’t have histories how could we (my “we”  is myself and you, the reader, here) use them to communicate.  Consider the failure of created languages.  When did you last read about Esperanto?

“Poetry as we know it―the penning of sonnets or free verse on a printed page― feels more akin to the practice of throwing pottery or weaving [sic] quilts, artisanal activities that continue in spite of their marginality and cultural irrelevance.”  I guess there’s no way to know how many bloggers are drinking artisanal coffee in hand-crafted mugs while they write their posts.  These are certainly not separate sets.  And as for piecing quilts, this activity seems continually to fold up and spread out again, like fabric over a bed.

He’s made a very gender-biased statement.  More women than men quilt.  Do more women than men care what mugs they drink from?  Has anyone figured out the ratio of men to women in the blogosphere?  Do more men or more women spend time putting their ideas out in cyberspace?

Enough.  I cut this essay from the magazine hoping to find poems out of playing with his 14 ½ pages of language about language and art.  Maybe not: too much theory.

Another Spring

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Through a combination of an early arrival and a late spring, we arrived in Maine to find the forsythia in bloom. forsythiaI realized that I haven’t seen this in ten years, since we moved to the desert.  But, probably because it was not part of my childhood, I wasn’t really missing it.  It’s a wonderful announcement that winter is past.P1000545Now the forsythia has all gone green and the lilacs have burst out all over.P1000548I’ve been told that lilacs tell us when it is safe to plant tender crops.  Today I went out to buy annuals, flowers and herbs for the bits of garden around our cottage.  A lot of others had the same idea; the garden center was crowded.  So I guess I’m not too far behind schedule on this.

Happy spring to those who have waited a long time for it this year.

Hiatus

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Hi-ā-tus.  Comes from the Latin hiare, to gape.  I wonder if that is connected to the fact that the “ah” sound is when the mouth opens widest.  The “a” turned long in hiatus, a word which first appeared in 1563, according to the OED.

I’ve had a number of gaps in my blogging in the past year, because other things got in the way.  Unscheduled interruptions.  I am now taking an intentional break.  I’m heading east and attending my college reunion.  I won’t have my laptop there.

My garden is sending me off with some healthy looking flowers.  The pansies have given me color all winter and haven’t quit yet.P1000508

These yellow daisy-like flowers are called Chocolate Flower.  Supposedly they smell like chocolate if you brush past them early in the morning.  I’ve never caught the scent.  Maybe it’s not dark chocolate.P1000506

I plan to be back in action about June 1, with pictures, I hope, from past and upcoming travels.  And the new thoughts that being in a new place sometimes brings.

Sunrise, Sunset

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Laurie Smith has a stunning sunrise on his blog this week. https://laurie27wsmith.wordpress.com/2015/05/08/fire-in-the-sky-at-the-writers-room/  It makes me think about how the setting of one’s house favors either sunset or sunrise, but rarely both.  We have sunrise over the mountains here. He gets lots of sunsets.  To get the picture, he had to look back over his house.

Now and then there’s a sunset here that brings a lot of color to the clouds in the east, as in this photo I took recently.

Sunset in the East

Sunset in the East

Laurie is a better photographer than I am, and the area around his Writers Room, located somewhere in Australia, has animals as well as plants to see.  Have a look at his blog.

More Petroglyphs

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More pictures from my visit to Three Rivers Petroglyph Site, now that I’ve had time to sort them out a bit.  First a close up of the rock ridge.   469 rocksMany of the figures stand alone, but in some cases the drawings overlap.  What is the meaning of these animals which seem to have invaded a house?  454 house animalsVarious zigzag patterns can be found.457 house mazeThat picture reveals the inexperience of the photographer, who does not always remember to check for her shadow!

The ridge is isolated.  To the west is the Tularosa basin, which is mostly the property of the army: White Sands Missile Range.  To the east is a plain before the Sacramento mountains, which had snow at the top. 463 mountainsI could only find one example of a sign well known beyond the local community: the thunderbird.466 thunderbirdThere were circles on many different kinds and complexities.472 circlesThe picture above gives a good example of the stone, dark on the outside, not on the inside.  Sometimes the different images are crowded together.  These seem to have been in a prime location.464 manyNot many flowers were in bloom, but I did find one clump in a protected area.473 flowerOn the was back to the highway I was stopped by a passing train.P1000476There are a lot of grade crossings in New Mexico.  I was stopped a second time on my way north to Albuquerque.  That’s one result of staying off the Interstate.  The rest of the world is still at work while I take a holiday.

Petroglyphs

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The calendar says we are just half way through spring.  The temperature says we are fast approaching summer, a season too hot for me to enjoy much hiking.P1000448So I took advantage of one of my trips north for readings to stop at one of my favorite New Mexico sites: Three Rivers Petroglyphs.P1000467The petroglyphs are crowded on a small, narrow ridge, an outcrop of dark rock.  P1000461The scratched signs are many and varied.  I haven’t researched them.  Some are obvious, others less so.P1000454

On this trip, I didn’t bother with the explanatory booklet.  I just took pictures.  Lots of pictures; enough to share more another time.  Three Rivers is located on U.S. 54, north of Alamogordo and south of Carrizozo.

Readings I

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Between my readings “up north” and working on distributing the journal, I’ve fallen way behind on blog posts.

Yesterday I spent over half an hour figuring out how to get the cover of the new issue of Sin Fronteras onto the sidebar at http://www.sinfronterasjournal.com.  Putting it inside this post should be easier.cover 190001My reading in Santa Fe was held at op.cit. books, which is in an interesting neighborhood, near the train depot.trains

I was greeted by a glorious blooming tree.P1000437The bookstore is relatively new.  The owner moved to Santa Fe when she lost her lease in San Francisco.  She has not wasted money on appearances, identifying the store only by paper notices in the windows.P1000438Inside, of course, the books dominate.  Several nice people came to my reading and some bought books.readingThough it’s a long drive, I hope I’ll have occasion to read there again.  Three cheers for independent bookstores!

More Spring Color

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About two weeks ago, the blue iris burst out.P1000417

These came with the house.  That is, I found two very small clumps of leaves.  I didn’t know what they were.  When someone said they looked like iris leaves I transplanted them and they began to expand.  Only this last year did I get a lesson in when to feed them.  They appreciate being looked after.

Another plant which came with the house is Indian Hawthorn, now in bloom.P1000418

In the space vacated by a very overgrown sage plant (why would anyone plant something that wants to get six feet wide in a less than two foot wide strip?) I put this small cactus.  Its blooms, photographed last week, are already spent.P1000432 cactus bloomThe mesquite tree leaves are filling out.  That pale green color is appearing all over the desert areas: there’s a lot of mesquite in the area.P1000434One of the two little iris clumps turned out to be a white iris.  It is now in full bloom – but only one – while the blue ones have faded.  Obviously, this color is more finicky.  I’m hoping more attention will increase the blooms.  This one is planted outside my study window.P1000435

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