The mountain by itself. Then the poet. Do you know of the artsy term relational aesthetics? It’s basically about how a relationship of one entity can change or highlight aspects of another entity when paired, or reflected, or togethered with another. It’s almost as if the space between the objects becomes positively charged. Board rooms in the early 2000s would say something like synergy or the sum of the parts is greater than the whole or some blue and grey corporate jargon like that.
Relational aesthetics helps to describe why a meme containing one Sheryl Crow paired with a split-screen of multiple Sheryl Crows – and calls that a Sheryl murder – and we laugh for a split second while doom scrolling about rape and war and Russia and fiction that is fact and six year old boys with white hair and – oh, a cute pig video… thank god, thank Creator, thank goodness of people and animals and nature and space and time for shining light in the dark corners of the internet – the world wide web.
A giant spider should swallow us whole – spinning us in her web – trapping us – shushing us like duct taped mouths would do.
Okay – needing to close or at least minimize some tabs or windows in my mind.
Chaos and stillness. The mountain and a murder of crows. On my walk on the railroad today two crows perched in two separate trees next to each other. One cleaned its beak and looked at me – I asked them if they were the same two crows I met in the trees in Osoyoos.
where rivers are born 