The March installment of Polylith arrives as the last drifts of snow melt. We consider a new sculpture, and a process that loops without ever repeating.
#towardThePolylith #pigment #birch #sculpture
The February installment of Polylith arrives with the lunar eclipse. We consider late winter's SETTLED WORK, technology scaled by the human body, and Richard Long's COSMIC VARIETY.
#towardThePolylith #aPatternLanguage #sculpture #holzhausen #slöjd #weaving #art #numerology #appropriateTechnology
Cycle eight of Polylith has begun! In this month's letter we consider anger and peace meeting in the figure of eight.
#towardThePolylith #iceOut
Here is the December installment of Polylith, a brief letter on giving attention to things that slip away when they pass.
#towardThePolylith
The November installment of Polylith arrives covered in fresh snow. This month we consider balance in winter's hermitage.
#towardThePolylith
Polylith is back from hiatus! This end-of-October thinnest-of-times installment arrives bearing an invitation — I hope a few of you will take me up on it.
#towardThePolylith
On this fine Bandcamp Friday, consider an unhurried hour of warmly strange ambient music:
#bandcampFriday #ambientMusic #ambient
Very nice recordings! They make fine accompaniment to Saturday morning writing while it rains outside the window here.
end of summer / last of august
Morning sun lights a blanket of low cumulus orange against a delicate blue sky. The first bit of light warms the face against the wind.
Day five, packing up. Sun spills through a gap between dark blue waves and low cumulus at dawn and lights the point. Farewell for now. Not much walking to speak of today.
#pointTurnstone
A close look at a mossy pillow. Lay your hand down and feel it smoosh.
Day four, six-odd miles off trail through dense forest. A few brutal sections of blown down beech, a redtail alarming over the canopy, tired legs. A lovely mossy spot for lunch and a wild, dizzying swim in huge waves back at camp.
#walking #pointTurnstone
An old field stretches out to the dune, which drops to the big lake beyond a few trees. A west wind bows the grasses and tussles the hair.
Day three, fourteen miles after a late start. Two wavy hours on the government boat only to end up just down the beach. We made up for it with a brisk pace across the island. Elderberry, sugar maple, more beech thickets. A hidden lake just as the rain arrived, five long miles back to camp, to swim.
The sun rises over birches dotting the dunes.
Day two, seven steep miles. Another spring, a cabin in ruins, one dune fossilized by forest and a second still at work. Feeling good.
#walking #pointTurnstone
A wide sandy beach curves around to the northeast. A forested moraine lies on the horizon.
The first of five days of fieldwork on the island. Twelve miles off trail led to two springs, steep valleys flanking the moraine, endless beech thickets. Back along shore for a swim at sunset. Cooked.
#walking #pointTurnstone
And home again. Dry out the gear, check on the garden, make some dinner. I don’t mind having a roof over my head sometimes.
A thunderstorm approaches over rough water. At the horizon, a band of clear sky glows peach.
The downwind side of a perched dune is smooth and light against a stormy sky.
Death camas just coming into bloom, a crab spider waits.
A smooth bit of marbled quartzite sits on a rough granite boulder.
A week of solitary work on North Manitou Island wraps up. A storm delays the boat, so it continues for now. Damp, thundershaken, sipping tea.
#walking #pointTurnstone #lakeMichigan
I first found Bringhurst through "The Elements of Typographic Style", which is great, and subtly dips into the cosmic here and there. Those bits led me to his other work. Just reading "The Solid Form of Language" now!
On this fine Bandcamp Friday, consider an unhurried hour of warmly strange ambient music:
#bandcampFriday #ambientMusic #ambient
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Very few real books are made for amusement or money. They’re made as containers or incubation chambers for things that we inherit from the past, reconceive in the present, and hope to pass along to present and future generations.
-Robert Bringhurst
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… books, I think, are things that humans make, or try to make, as persistently as birds make nests …
-Robert Bringhurst
Best of luck!
With solstice comes Pitcher’s thistle in bloom. The arrival I most anticipate, a sweet friend faithful on the dunes amid long and sometimes grueling days of fieldwork.
Fantastic news! I’m looking forward to listening along.
My friends, it is here: The Tarot Podcast has launched!
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A single rose stem with fresh crimson petals laying in the sand. A set of coyote tracks approaches from the right, pauses and passes.
The same single rose stem, now partially covered in sand. The petals are duller and beginning to dry. Rain has erased any footprints.
Sunday to Friday
#walking
For your consideration on this Bandcamp Friday: Music from Eternal Return One, just released in April. Warm, meditative ambient music toward memorious futures.
#bandcampFriday #ambientMusic
