Wednesday, October 31, 2007

eerie and still

Monday, October 29, 2007

long embrace

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

'the parts are thus stricken'

(this captures a bit of my ?temporary? mood and maybe a bit of my interest in ecological restoration) A passage from A Sand County Almanac: With Essays on Conservation From Round River by Aldo Leopold:

There are men charged with the duty of examining the construction of the plants, animals, and soils which are the instruments of the great orchestra. These men are called professors. Each selects one instrument and spends his life taking it apart and describing its strings and sounding boards. This process of dismemberment is called research. The place for dismemberment is called a university.

A professor may pluck the strings of his won instrument, but never that of another, and if he listens for music he must never admit it to his fellows or to his students. For all are restrained by an ironbound taboo which decrees that the construction of instruments is the domain of science, while the detection of harmony is the domain of poets.

Professors serve science and science serves progress. It serves progress so well that many of the more intricate instruments are stepped upon and broken in the rush to spread progress to all backward lands. One by one the parts are thus stricken from the songs of songs. If the professor is able to classify each instrument before it is broken, he is well content. 168-169

Monday, October 01, 2007

year old october

inside a rainy day. . .

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