tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20134032814474424882024-03-14T08:40:55.328-04:00signposts in the seaa periodic tableau of words and imagesm. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comBlogger530125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-54536267908476835902023-12-07T10:40:00.001-05:002023-12-07T10:40:26.718-05:00<p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">“Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out,” says Jim Burden, the narrator of Cather’s “My Ántonia.” “I did not say my prayers that night: here, I felt, what would be would be.”</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">“Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become part of something entire,” Cather wrote, “whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.”</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">from an article about the endangered North American great plains in NYT</span><span style="background-color: white;">https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/07/opinion/prairie-great-plains-trees.html</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #363636; font-family: nyt-imperial, georgia, "times new roman", times, serif; font-size: 20px;"><br /></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-47444045007961796482023-10-16T20:32:00.003-04:002023-10-16T20:32:38.144-04:00<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: 1.875rem; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-size-adjust: 100%; vertical-align: baseline; width: 600px;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">"...he wants to challenge readers’ assumptions once<br />again with this book, which reflects his “restlessness with form.” He draws a parallel with the work of jazz musicians who are constantly creating anew.<br /></span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">“That’s what trying to work with unconventional forms feels like: You’re crossing the bridge while you’re constructing the bridge,” he said. “I want people to read my work and think, ‘Wait, I didn’t know that was allowed.’ Any book that is finding its own form is implicitly saying, ‘Well, it’s allowed now.’” <span style="font-size: x-small;">Teju Cole interview in NYT</span></span></div>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-12902939326274266732023-09-01T13:41:00.001-04:002023-09-01T13:41:00.141-04:00<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier;">“The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside by a generous hand. But- and this is the point- who gets excited by a mere penny? But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days.” </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek</span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-68231414942045044062023-08-11T12:04:00.002-04:002023-08-11T12:04:10.243-04:00<div style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">"If stories come to you, care for them.<br />And learn to give them away where they are needed.<br />Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive."<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">- Barry Lopez</span></span></div>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-41814671345856577262023-07-14T08:33:00.004-04:002023-07-14T10:42:44.359-04:00<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier;">”While wandering down the path of wonder, I briefly escape the world of separation and enter the world of unity .” </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hermann Hesse</span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-33394168511738215162023-06-02T15:19:00.006-04:002023-08-02T10:49:14.334-04:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">"There is never a day spent outside that you don't learn something. It might be something small, but that small thing might also be a key to something very big. The discovery of those small things and of the ways they connect to one another and ripple through the whole web of life that is one of the true beauties of nature. That is what I sought to understand and cultivate." <span style="font-size: x-small;">Diana Beresford-Kroeger from <i>To Speak for the Trees</i></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-78432870517854280052023-05-09T15:56:00.003-04:002023-05-09T15:56:56.713-04:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"> <span style="background-color: white;">"Her virtuosity resided in her capacity to observe, and to process and interpret what she observed. As she grew older, it became less and less possible to delegate any part of her work; she was developing skills that she could hardly identify herself, much less impart to others. /The nature of insight in science, as elsewhere, is notoriously elusive. And almost all great scientists--those who learn to cultivate insight--learn also to respect its mysterious workings. It is here that their rationality finds its own limits. In defying rational explanation, the process of creative insight inspires awe in those who experience it. They come to know, trust, and value it."<span style="font-size: x-small;">- Evelyn Fox Keller about Barbara McClintock</span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-72551017599768083142023-04-20T10:04:00.002-04:002023-04-20T10:05:37.925-04:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJflvwbBrUhwA_11VJyGAy-QL--l1kJuQI7BCxckyJgx9U24ClqYvITXF-zKEcxrePYAWBbl_Ut7yZbQiCRA_rUmYfs8KbnueDs2Qv-xBAKVWM4GyF_eiye46-OnhR4jJDNt-4_1GmT1ah6Bi_IcOs--pcgnvB_03k6QQLtUxMxQLeSZ3plXOMbKlb1g/s2212/Image%204-15-23%20at%2010.12%20AM.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1538" data-original-width="2212" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJflvwbBrUhwA_11VJyGAy-QL--l1kJuQI7BCxckyJgx9U24ClqYvITXF-zKEcxrePYAWBbl_Ut7yZbQiCRA_rUmYfs8KbnueDs2Qv-xBAKVWM4GyF_eiye46-OnhR4jJDNt-4_1GmT1ah6Bi_IcOs--pcgnvB_03k6QQLtUxMxQLeSZ3plXOMbKlb1g/w400-h277/Image%204-15-23%20at%2010.12%20AM.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> "<span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">Ceremonial Garment, Late 21st Century, Jones Falls Settlement"<br /></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">made from tin cans found in urban streams and junk shop raccoon coat.</span></div><p></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-2785909201078775242023-04-20T10:00:00.006-04:002023-04-20T10:01:14.063-04:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"> <span style="background-color: white;">“Creative was just a state of being...It wasn’t a means to an end.” <span style="font-size: x-small;">Mark Bradford</span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-91423167825044435902023-03-30T10:20:00.002-04:002023-03-30T10:21:13.586-04:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white;">“The Inuit have a particular kind of person, an isumataq. “An isumataq is not an elder; an isumataq is a person who creates the atmosphere, or the place, within which wisdom may reveal itself. I think Barry (Lopez) was absolutely an isumataq. And that’s what I’m looking for in my own work, and have been looking for all my life. It’s not because I think I know anything. I don’t. I’m probably more clueless than the next person. It’s precisely because I don’t know, that I do what I do.” <span style="font-size: x-small;">John Luther Adams in NYT 3/30/23</span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-90078162415240471632023-03-14T08:34:00.003-04:002023-03-14T08:34:11.218-04:00<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier;">“To be truly visionary, we have to root our imagination in our concrete reality while simultaneously imagining possibilities beyond that reality.” </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">- bell hooks</span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-88180318356546846382023-03-03T15:13:00.005-05:002023-03-03T15:13:27.276-05:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">"... <span style="background-color: white;">what makes a poem be a poem, is that it is not an advertisement. It is not a piece of propaganda. It is not a screed. It is something which tries to see the wholeness of things from every angle and every side in order to see more clearly, truly, to feel more deeply, widely, and, perhaps, tenderly." <span style="font-size: x-small;">Jane Hirshfield during Ezra Kelin NYT interview</span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-37572726697661810582023-01-26T11:35:00.003-05:002023-01-29T20:55:44.740-05:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi445TWGsv_5gBC-jAsKjRUehaEDOcUjJVlAFbZUWrMcdy7AtyXZh-Ne90eaS3-xXE4uYQ73jFRonZY4hEf1dReshDtbOCtluTGzE8WvmFgHSbHG695lslcpHw8-EzPbs3iqDEz8BufjLIfITDwK8bXDH32NsdUdiMsJFOA1vldHf7IdFK7NRtWxoHTGg/s1024/B0D5D0E4-3DB9-4687-A4BD-970B0D5961D2_1_105_c.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi445TWGsv_5gBC-jAsKjRUehaEDOcUjJVlAFbZUWrMcdy7AtyXZh-Ne90eaS3-xXE4uYQ73jFRonZY4hEf1dReshDtbOCtluTGzE8WvmFgHSbHG695lslcpHw8-EzPbs3iqDEz8BufjLIfITDwK8bXDH32NsdUdiMsJFOA1vldHf7IdFK7NRtWxoHTGg/s320/B0D5D0E4-3DB9-4687-A4BD-970B0D5961D2_1_105_c.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier; font-size: small;">"Turkey Vulture Reliquary, Late 21st Century, Jones Falls Settlement"</span></div><p></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-10689550463226047232023-01-26T11:29:00.008-05:002023-01-26T11:31:26.187-05:00<p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"> <span style="text-align: center;">Artists need to create at the same scale that society has the capacity to destroy" — <span style="font-size: x-small;">Sherrie Rabinowitz, 1984</span></span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-9922749725648278722022-12-18T12:04:00.006-05:002022-12-18T12:04:35.605-05:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"> “The wild spirit of unspoiled nature worked its way in to the folk of the backwoods, an ancestral legacy, handed down from generation to generation. And its fundamental gift the cherishing of that which is most precious, freedom. And to be fully free one had to embrace the organic rights of the earth.<br />Humankind, no matter how powerful, cannot take away the rights of the earth. Ultimately, nature rules. That is the great democratic gift earth offers us - that sweet death to which we all inevitably go - into that final communion. No race, no class, no gender, nothing can keep any of us from dying into that death where we are made one. To tend the earth is always then to tend our destiny, our freedom, and our hope.”<span style="font-size: x-small;">- bell hooks</span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-56277584007284696532022-12-18T12:03:00.001-05:002022-12-18T12:03:14.985-05:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"> In Native science, the metaphoric mind is the facilitator of the creative process; it invents, integrates, and applies the deep levels of human perception and intuition to the task of living. Connected to the creative center of nature, the metaphoric mind has none of the limiting conditioning of the cultural order. Its processing is natural and instinctive. It perceives itself as part of the natural order, a part of the Earth mind. It is inclusive and expansive in its processing of experience and knowledge. It invented the rational mind, and the rational mind in turn invented language, the written word, abstraction, and eventually the disposition to control nature rather than to be of nature. But this propensity of the rational mind also leads to the development of anthropocentric philosophy and of a science that would legitimize the oppression of nature, and consequently, its elder brother, the metaphoric mind.<span style="font-size: x-small;">- Gregory Cajete</span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-29089277387414528212022-12-18T12:02:00.005-05:002023-01-26T11:30:34.675-05:00<p></p><div style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">“…because objects from this astonishing place carry the aura of this astonishing place with them even after they have been detached from it, and travelled/ traded to a distant region. Story moves with them; people speak, as they pass them on, of the skein of something-like-sacredness that these special stones carry. Their power is far greater than their function alone.”<span style="font-size: x-small;">-Robert Macfarlane</span></span></div>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-51549401193399700572022-12-18T12:00:00.001-05:002022-12-18T12:00:48.434-05:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhARAwXiJ9OrjwqcdoMHMrLpbrTO2nnGcRwkYmJ5Zuzb2akOp5ltKeqHWQQ84tToIbu7YyU9mWfsVzcS_6b1LbiZ08urDEaaU-QE3NZLp-T5JX7578g_2Pr-TbcaERznYzKlgUsqDGbgPHy1EDqBNtimRWMK-nc411Qe0ZogMvzRFk-xbprT963-dXQ/s2240/IMG_8224.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2239" data-original-width="2240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhARAwXiJ9OrjwqcdoMHMrLpbrTO2nnGcRwkYmJ5Zuzb2akOp5ltKeqHWQQ84tToIbu7YyU9mWfsVzcS_6b1LbiZ08urDEaaU-QE3NZLp-T5JX7578g_2Pr-TbcaERznYzKlgUsqDGbgPHy1EDqBNtimRWMK-nc411Qe0ZogMvzRFk-xbprT963-dXQ/s320/IMG_8224.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-55495245119382564882022-11-30T13:04:00.009-05:002022-11-30T13:06:34.797-05:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">"<span style="background-color: #f9f9f7; letter-spacing: 0.4px;">Its journey took the black swan over the place where hungry </span><em style="background-color: #f9f9f7; box-sizing: border-box; letter-spacing: 0.4px;">warrki dingoes</em><span style="background-color: #f9f9f7; letter-spacing: 0.4px;">, foxes and </span><em style="background-color: #f9f9f7; box-sizing: border-box; letter-spacing: 0.4px;">dara kurrijbi buju</em><span style="background-color: #f9f9f7; letter-spacing: 0.4px;"> wild dogs had dug out shelters away from the dust, and lay in overcrowded burrows in the soil; and in the grasses, up in the rooftops, in the forests of dead trees, all the fine and fancy birds that had once lived in stories of marsh country, migrating swallows and plains-dancing brolgas, were busy shelving the passing years into a lacy webbed labyrinth of mud-caked stickling nests brimmed by knickknacks, and waves of flimsy old plastic threads dancing the wind’s crazy dance with their faded partners of silvery-white lolly cellophane, that crowded the shores of the overused swamp." <span style="font-size: x-small;">- Alexis Wright from <i>The Swan Book</i></span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-52515482683648340252022-11-11T19:58:00.001-05:002022-11-11T19:58:27.888-05:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnwQ1K7njCMAh0U3eGwH76K4AvxbM_cTyPNyk-TejbPjXGll5oJdy83wx7aDpPcsS7v0GRb2Du65Xdrj86l1zI2l7AXlYQ8gxSvdP3FTSuJfWj6FxOr6M_kWIGPd8Ca7pEFWu7FY17u7gJaJECk3_J53RR3wuS7mMPdEITibbbL42SyCe9ftbg9Sjbw/s4032/IMG_8290.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnwQ1K7njCMAh0U3eGwH76K4AvxbM_cTyPNyk-TejbPjXGll5oJdy83wx7aDpPcsS7v0GRb2Du65Xdrj86l1zI2l7AXlYQ8gxSvdP3FTSuJfWj6FxOr6M_kWIGPd8Ca7pEFWu7FY17u7gJaJECk3_J53RR3wuS7mMPdEITibbbL42SyCe9ftbg9Sjbw/s320/IMG_8290.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-55584283265975273222022-10-26T13:20:00.007-04:002022-10-26T13:20:43.595-04:00<p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">“Without stories of progress, the world has become a terrifying place. The ruin glares as at us with the horror of abandonment. It’s not easy to know how to make a life, much less avert planetary destruction. Luckily, there is still company, human and not human. We can still explore the overgrown verges of our blasted landscapes - the edges of capitalist discipline, scalability, and abandoned resource plantations. We can catch the scent of the latent commons - and the elusive autumn aroma. - </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier;">Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing, </span><i style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">The Mushroom at the End of the World: On the Possibility’s of Life in Capitalist Ruins</i></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-42591359854158370732022-10-03T19:56:00.003-04:002022-10-03T19:56:34.416-04:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">"<span style="background-color: white;">The planet will never come alive for you unless your songs and stories give life to all beings, seen and unseen, that inhabit a living Earth – Gaia."- <span style="font-size: x-small;">Amitav Ghosh</span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-23541814760446675932022-09-07T08:54:00.001-04:002022-09-07T08:54:00.183-04:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;">"To love a place is not enough. We must find ways to heal it."<br /></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier; font-size: small;">Robin Wall Kimmerer</span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-71056695309947270692022-09-06T08:54:00.002-04:002022-09-06T08:56:47.002-04:00<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">"</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; letter-spacing: 0.4px;">There is another world, but it is in this one</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.4px;">."<br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: courier; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0.4px;">Paul Éluard.</span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013403281447442488.post-89281233439748145022022-07-24T13:39:00.008-04:002022-07-24T13:39:53.056-04:00<p><span style="color: #666666; font-family: courier;"> <span style="background-color: white;">“When I’m photographing in clear-cuts, I know that what has brought me there is a sense of the world coming apart...But after I’ve been there long enough to get over my shock at the violence, after I’ve been working an hour or two and am absorbed in the structure of things as they appear in the finder, I’m not thinking only about the disaster. I’m discovering things in sunlight. You can stand in the most hopeless place, and if it’s in daylight you can experience moments that are right, that are whole.”<span style="font-size: x-small;">- 1981, Robert Adams photographer</span></span></span></p>m. jordan tierneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10875732606580305037noreply@blogger.com