sound de-territorializes weather and my love clings to you sings to you in the "new weathers" within a tragedy of the Anthropocene nothing not held hostage by the hand of Man can we resist? will we fail? to save our world? we dream replicas of ourselves fragile, broken robotic thought-bubbles inside the shadow a looming possibility this new year to wake up could it be? an anthropoid scared from the forest slow in development now infantilized much like us stressed yet perhaps ready to resist this scenario? the forest made the monkey & the cave & steppe: the human and now what makes us suppler more human? climate grief? a fierce tenderness toward the destruction of our world? questions or actions? [my love for you sings for you, world I've got those Anthropocene…. Anthropocene…. blues…..] Copyright © 2017 Anne Waldman. Used with permission of the author. |
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