Filamenta
Moist wounds
Strike shadows
Grid the avenue
In the bare branches
Evening stars fall
Bright, not yet extinguished
From the deep blue
Strike shadows
Grid the avenue
In the bare branches
Evening stars fall
Bright, not yet extinguished
From the deep blue
The little bird waits in its cage-canoe
It saves its song for the great journey
Through the bars, a wind blows in
It saves its song for the great journey
Through the bars, a wind blows in
They struck the head with hooks,
And when it broke into pieces
And no longer gave any direction,
The colossus curled up
And became a stone
And when it broke into pieces
And no longer gave any direction,
The colossus curled up
And became a stone
From the belly of the sea rolls a lament.
A shuttle crossed the celestial axes
From aft, it wound its thread
From one delicate filament
That it drew into the waves
And made many knots
The square pattern works in the round
On the dark ground, the emptiness
From aft, it wound its thread
From one delicate filament
That it drew into the waves
And made many knots
The square pattern works in the round
On the dark ground, the emptiness
Once, sitting in a small boat, I listened to their extraterrestrial vocalizations through hydrophones. Although I did not understand their messages, they touched something very ancient—like a memory of the water and of my ancestors.
In an element in which we long ago forgot how to breathe, fish and other aquatic beings live a hidden, alien-like life. When they suffocate on land, trapped in the endless filaments of human-made nets, our ears cannot hear their lamentations.
Ethologists made the most beautiful discoveries when, in their questions to other animals, they granted them the credit of similarity.
In similarity, the stranger, the subordinate, becomes the Other, becomes the You.
In similarity, the stranger, the subordinate, becomes the Other, becomes the You.
On a New Year’s night, I celebrated the Festival of Soul Lights for the Christmas and New Year carp. Their swim bladders, still buoyed by their breath, sailed over the waves into infinity.
Before my eyes unfolded the filamenta—magnificent nets weaving through the cosmos and through every living form on our planet—enabling a constant exchange of meaning and will—life—and I felt a profound humility.
Before my eyes unfolded the filamenta—magnificent nets weaving through the cosmos and through every living form on our planet—enabling a constant exchange of meaning and will—life—and I felt a profound humility.
Heavens fill
The void expanse
I let it be
The void expanse
I let it be
Captions
- 1 Fish scales under the microscope
- 2 Blood vessels of a mackerel in a fish slaughterhouse
- 3 Fishing net with shells
- 4 Feather on the beach
- 5 Canary in a small cage at the harbour
- 6 Fish mouth in a fish auction hall
- 7 Altar cloth
- 8 Stray cat
- 9 Fishing net
- 10 Plastic bag with fish in front of a fish auction hall
- 11 Pectoral fin
- 12 Carapace of a sea turtle with fractured skull in the intensive care unit of a turtle hospital
- 13 Rock in a river
- 14 Goose foot starfish
- 15 Fish when the nets are hauled in
- 16 Swimming salmon
- 17 Fish heads and scales in a fish slaughterhouse
- 18 Fish scale under the microscope
- 19 Fish scales under the microscope
The publication ›filamenta‹ was published by Kehrer Verlag