Erosions and metamorphosis-unfinished, skins barks, lymphatic signs living signs, dress skin life and death, roads and smaller paths, maps not paper... Read More
Erosions and metamorphosis-unfinished, skins barks, lymphatic signs living signs, dress skin life and death, roads and smaller paths, maps not paper but barks, chewing noise, trace- signs, tree of life. The tongue has become accustomed to the crash and colonizes others. The gaze, too, has grown accustomed to the crash and what remains, a fine fistful of shavings and swollen roots turned upside down, ass in the air. Yet so much has been forgotten about the devouring beetle that nests prolifically and typifies reproductive poetics in the barren wood. Misunderstood beast like so many others in the woods, introduced causes induced climate change and then we point fingers worn from tapping on keys. No, Vaia remained and remains in those who live the places and brought us gifts as at Christmas, awareness yes, but sublime crashes and subdued despair of animals and locals who still believe and do. Many were the images that tear a baleful tear. And the complaints about nature responding to our harm. Our fault and it serves us right! In the meantime we collect what remains silent in the undergrowth. The scarred signs of mutilated plants. Many actively propose solutions to the case. Study cottages/traps probable introductions of beasts that can devour these parasites, and I wonder when we, too, will meet this fate that is already being tracked. Poetic little beasts, yes. The intent is to document this fact. To propose a, I hope, different point of view. Like a secret language to be deciphered, after all this is what you do, you don't get there and you study to understand. So, what to do? You pick up elaborate taxidermic dead barks by the handful and you package a thought. Maybe now that I highlight these signs, will someone notice how dry there is in us and around us?
