Inundated in end-of-semester bewilderment and projects….I riffle through book stacks and this catches my eye again…

and I quickly recognize myself in the mirror:
Self-Portrait of Mind – July 2013
for Friday Fictioneers – 19 July 2013

Cycling
Round and round and round it goes. You get used to the cycles. Daily, monthly, every 3 weeks, whatever, humans are good with patterns. And adapting. In fact, if it happens regularly enough over enough years, you’ll cease noticing changes, lose track of effects, especially on others. You begin to think of it all as yourself. The way of things. Shouldn’t we all be used to it by now? The sun, the seasons; the menstruals, the hours, the moods. But sometimes they don’t seem to go anywhere. Hi-jacked, hung-up. Wheels refusing to turn, or spinning around in one place.
N Filbert 2013
In the midst of the compression (oppression?!) of semester-concluding projects, papers, and presentations…any soothing, nourishing gift or break is welcomed – and Gregory Alan Isakov’s very new album is just such and intelligent and refreshing, soothing blessing…PLEASE SUPPORT HIM! – here are a few early favorites:
I have been fascinated by and greatly enjoying the discussions and promulgations of some very astute bloggers considerations of the possibilities of and potential candidates for a “Theory of Everything.” See, for prime examples, the tremendous thought-work of MultiSense Realism and Anacephalaeosis. Hoping to further conversation, I humbly post a couple of intriguing considerations of TOEs by two others of my thinking-hero-eschelon… and hope for responses from those above-mentioned and anyone else with thoughts on the matter (or process, as it may be)…!
From the Concept of System to the Paradigm of Complexity – Edgar Morin
and
Do We Know How to Read Messages in the Sand? – Isabelle Stengers
-Gilles Deleuze-
from article Literature & Life (read full here)
This turns out to be the best thing I read this week on the art of writing…
– Winnie the Pooh
struck me solidly as the way so very many of us who write
go about looking for answers.
An unexpected and happy surprise entered my day yesterday with the announcement of a terrific book highlighting a project I was lucky enough to be involved with – a group of artists utilizing materials being removed from an historical building in Wichita, KS during a renovation – and repurposing (creating them anew) into works of art! I wrote an essay for this and now it is available in a wonderful edition you can peruse here:
a poem created amid the hurly-burly
Re: What We Call “Quiet”
The shift to lesser noise,
an aural field we find comfortable,
one we are able to “manage” (read – “organize”).
We have thresholds.
.
A humming machine; her breath;
pat of a moth on the pane;
even traffic. I imagine I hear moon –
cultured consideration of night.
But I’m at a swimming pool,
boy in red shorts, girl in purple,
or that’s how I see it – rippling
blue-silver water and white light.
.
It’s not that what (or how) I see is –
it constitutes my visual field, as
constituted by my kind of being,
having traversed the paces to here.
.
These words are just a version –
a May-be: true as I perceive it –
relative by type. It’s different
for the fly and the water, oxygen
and surely less than O. Or beyond.
I heard differently last…
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Very exciting new discovery for me!
for instance: A Perspective of the Universe – Massumi & Manning
a photographic pilgrimage to Orthodox Christian monasteries across the continent
Meandering Through a Literary Life
Orthodox Christianity, Culture and Religion, Making the Journey of Faith
Erik Kwakkel blogging about medieval manuscripts
"That's the big what happened."
Networking the complexity community since 1999
The Prose & Poetry of Seth Wieck