Too often a memory of swooping spectacle; too often the food, the drink, the cost. All said, all done, all consumed, in detail. Still, the writing pours forth, as if the world lacked autobiographical banalities.
Scampering downwards below the ridge, my hiking partner found riparian wonder he never before knew existed. Each previous trip to the park constrained this California preserve to rolling, grassy, oakland – whereas schist canyons and rumbling gravelpans and time-pressured wildflowers populate the valleys below.
Like a conspiratorial merchant, blue can elide detail and flatten context within the pleasure it provides. Azure sky can be lustrous and turquoise water can be inviting – almost as if adjectives were more important than verbs. So much effort is expended understanding what the sky means, may mean, and has meant, that we forget our human capacity to survive the depravity of slightly less-warm mornings and hair-adjusting breezes.
Certainly, without her presence, she would never quite understand. A gash had opened, but my body was safe, so I couldn’t cut her attention.
Violet can’t trace a return into greenery.
Corners edge into iris – wild iris – blossoming our Spring. And one becomes many…possibly. Optimism befits a thing that aspires to more, never-will-be-seen things. For handcuffed to a hill, accented into place, this – and these – wild iris cannot, to me, describe the land.
Reports of the anthropocene are not exaggerated: even careless observers need no transcendental clues to see the environments we create, and the nature we shape. Worryingly regular, anthropogenic signals of modernity’s self-created environment demonstrate an ever-evolving willpower. Earth’s clock progresses unabated; human attention to environmental determinism ignores our actual agency – we are constituents without control. We have built our own aporia, as development necessary for our modernity simultaneously undermines our success.
Yes, change may be the only constant, though all movement is relative – and if all parts of the landscape move at once, then in the upheaval, no viewpoint will be stable. To apprehend the world through measurement, all ticks and rocks and degrees and grams must be derived from (at least) one consistent earthly facet, itself varying with scientific interest. Or, should humans choose sensual experience before technical understanding, perlocutionary behavior (but also smelling, tasting, etc.) demands some certainty of interior and exterior experience. Continue reading “Necessity Naturalism”