Fractal [e]scapes VIII — Conductivity

Fractal [e]scapes VII — First Snow

Light to dust

Morning Sun

Rising horizon

Fractal [e]scapes VI ― Quasi-librium

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"The distinction between the past, present and future

is only a stubbornly persistent illusion." ― Albert Einstein

Sunset on the hill

Fractal [e]scapes V ― Vine Harvest

Floating scenery

However distant now, the Sea once was here.

His absence steeped in the rigid waves of endless

rolling hills ― a mountainous sea all around

as far as the eyes can spread, obstinate to rest

on a taut string-line horizon, instead

skipping as a flat stone on the crest

of a stalled present, over the bare treetops

abandoned homes under thick moss-covered roofs

tucked in slivers of ancient wool[gatherings]-

like blossoms grappling to the age-

old slate ― the living always reaching skywards

towards the Sun, then, here, now

in this very moment this floating blue scenery

encompasses my entire existence

gushing like an open vein, flowing, fleeting

as Nature claims her own, takes it all back

to heal, to heal.

Then the Sea may return, perhaps.

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Medusa's eye

"Everything begins somewhere else." (Juarroz)

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Everything begins somewhere else.

It doesn't matter that some things

still remain here

and even end here:

here nothing begins.

Therefore this word, this silence,

this table, vase, your footsteps

were strictly speaking never here.

Everything is always somewhere else:

there where it begins.

― Roberto Juarroz

tr. by Mary Crow

Autumnal light bands

It's true. I chase
the fleeting iridescents ―
and loose myself in
absorbed, quietly.
I in them and you in me
complete.

Burnt-out light bulb

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Fractal [e]scapes IV

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Where does autumn descend to?

What does it look for under things?

Why does it drag all the colors down

as if must spoil whatever sinks?

And where do we descend to

like small portable autumns?

Where do we go down to even though autumn ends?

What disordered light

hollows out our foundations or erases them?

Or does life lack foundations

and only light swims in the emptiness?

Autumn pull us

towards a depth that doesn't exist.

All the while

we go on looking toward a height

that exist even less.

― Roberto Juarroz

tr. by Mary Crow

"subtle grace / ferocious violence"

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"Humanity and nature are in a dance. In our better moments we live, breathe and move 
in harmony with this world. In our lesser moments, we simply consume it. In the end, nature
will be the one to consume us, with either subtle grace or ferocious violence."

― William Etundi Jr.

Hazelnuts [étude]