Dry time, the grass rattles.
I’m just learning to honor the beauty of the cycles
with everything and its devastation.
A bee, lichens and higher up, what looks like a buzzard.
Memory of fire, grammar of olivine and silicates.
My bones are also fossil mineral calcium,
memory of a seabed.
Magma, lava, I crystallize depending on where I am;
passage from one name to another, mourning, mourning, uncoiling.
This rock, this register of braided lavas,
Will you remember that you were once part of the center of the Earth?
Pahoehoe
(we learned that yesterday)
Soft, volcanic,
I’m still a spiny animal.
Martha Riva Palacio Obón
It is possible that they are focused on thinking about the new political reality of Mexico and your interest in other matters is lost. I try to find it and cause a truce to such an important reflection.
In this company, I am accompanied by several writers who did a similar exercise, but around everyone’s home, that place where men and nature live.
Those feats woven with green and gray stamens (The Popocatepelt Symphonies and How a Volcano is Born and Grows, by Dr. Atl, Cosmic Energy and Brain Optics, by Nahui Olin; The Art of Getting Lost, by Rebeca Solnit, and Canto yo y la Montaña Baila, by Irene Solá) relate, as Dr. Pilar Ortega describes well: “the ties we have with lifewith the environment and with the environmental education to break that dissociation that currently makes us so indifferent to the terrible environmental phenomenon we are going through.”
This accurate curation of texts was carried out by Martha Riva Palacio, Mexican writer and sound artist, who read some passages on June 1, in the run-up to the elections, in the Geopedregal, a remnant of scree located in the University City of the National Autonomous University of Mexico.
In my case, I add to this important discussion what was stated by Irene Solá, who was born in 1990 in a rural town very close to Barcelona, Spain. In her book Canto yo y la montana baila, sometimes narrated by those dispossessed by the Spanish Civil War or by the beings that inhabit the Pyrenees. Thus, we listen to an orphan, a roe deer or raindrops. Animals, natural phenomena and humans change generations and perspectives and tell us the consequences of ecological deterioration and war. And in this crisis, Solá proposes the natural space as a permanent haven where men can take refuge from tragedies; Her nostalgic and painful story unites the future of men and nature, “Because when you are alone you don’t have to think in silence… because the poet’s voice summons…”
In short, these books were written with the eyes and hands that discover beautiful things and are worth safeguarding. Finally, listen, as we did, according to Pilar: “The shade of the restored trees served as a perch for the songs of the birds and the voices evoked by nature”:
How a volcano is born and growsDr. Atl:
“When I remember in front of this spectacle the luminous landscapes of the high mountains where I have long lived, clear, grandiose, full of sun, it seems to me that I have fallen into another world.”
Cosmic EnergyNahui Olin:
“At the same time that I live linked to objects and beings and circumstances…
I am living… with myself to infinity, my humanity with all beings, things, elements, atmospheres…”
The art of getting lostby Rebeca Solnit
“…the blue of the extreme of the visible, that color of the horizons, of
the remote mountain ranges, of anything located in the distance.”
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