Posts Tagged ‘ evolution ’

two by Mel Elberg | The Brooklyn Rail



Our goals can never be achieved through evolution, only through revolution
-Shulamith Firestone               


be a woman    reality  with yr hand on the thigh of my eros  please her

as you ejact      spirituality from the real’s repression                       eating

yr fist     mother nature interior               keeps both earspressed    to the wall

with tiniest voice inside it                       the soft fall

of an old newspaper              yr only alive for part of this simulation once

be a woman      under flesh eating flowers     thought worms   attracted

to the glow-eyed`       who wait for no sunshine           be a woman   doom

doom   an accident     blackthorned   eglantine          loosely diagnostic

my heart is a fine hurtle over which you climb

as if   no one lived there

it is not             an alarming situation

            but a gross  abuse       of life  sex     power     we’ve met him

many times before                  be a woman    turning             turnt

ore of the most sweeping global paranoia     ruinous                fuckable

girlhoods         capsizing         (to get rid of the Earth    will be man’s

ultimate sexual domination)     be a woman    he wants it

to be a surprise prove he knows her worth  a   hand   in    mouth    the myths

as product       and their reproducibility inside me       for a fee

she’ll raise you a little erotic charge    a violent   pocket of time

be a woman    supposed not to be   a woman           deconstructing

deep optic fantasy      I am a cunt in the earthbloodying pure heaven

a woman   composing unpower in the vaginal billfolds     of the cycle’s open secret

the silence is the folding action              of concealment        sex

on a dead thing        men there

be a woman


Mel Elberg is a queer poet interested in speculative feminisms and the effect of writing on our experience of time.

Source: two | The Brooklyn Rail

Histories of Lived Experience | Knowledge Ecology


Image: Edward Burtynsky

Histories of Lived Experience | Knowledge Ecology.

Notes From the Edge of the Field, by C. Mehrhoff

Notes From the Edge of the Field


How swiftly creation designs to meet the senses.   The opening,

ever capable of the task, through which it all pours.  The opening,

The Presence.  Being.  Itself.


The echo of life across the millennia.  The footprint of evolution.

The moment.


A hand reaching for a hand.  Or the shape of a hand.

Fingerprints upon water.  Engraved.


The sun goes down, planet upon planet.


Thistles explode with light,



What the bee carries.  Itself.


The grass swaying, cradle to shadows.  Mine.  Yours.  Even the self.

The Great Self.


The grass swaying, cradle to shadows.  Shadow of the seed,

the blink of an eye.  Shadow of the sower,



And clouds?




C. Mehrhoff

‘Brilliant’ Tells the History of Artificial Light and How It Has Changed Who We Are / PopMatters

The Evolution of Artificial Light


~ cross-posted from 3 Quarks Daily

Richard Dawkins: Creationists, now they’re coming for your children / The Sunday Times

Richard Dawkins on The Sunday Times

On a Day Like Today, Charles Darwin First Publishes His Theory of Evolution /

August 20, 1858Evolution is the change in the inherited traits of a population of organisms through successive generations. After a population splits into smaller groups, these groups evolve independently and may eventually diversify into new species. Ultimately, life is descended from a common ancestry through a long series of these speciation events, stretching back in a tree of life that has grown over the 3.5 billion years of life on Earth. In this image: Exhibits are prepared for a special exhibition about the life and work of naturalist Charles Darwin (1809-1882) in Jena, Germany, 13 April 2010. EPA/JAN-PETER KASPER.

Marilynne Robinson / Absence of Mind

The universe passed through its unimaginable first moment, first year, first billion years, wresting itself from whatever state of nonexistence, inflating, contorting, resolving into space and matter, bursting into light. Matter condenses, stars live out their generations. Then, very late, there is added to the universe of being a shaped stick or stone, a jug, a cuneiform tablet. They appear on a tiny, teetering, lopsided planet, and they demand wholly new vocabularies of description for reality at every scale. What but the energies of the universe could be expressed in the Great Wall of China, the St Matthew Passion? For our purposes, there is nothing else. Yet language that would have been fully adequate to describe the ages before the appearance of the first artifact would have had to be enlarged by concepts like agency and intention, words like creation, that would query the great universe itself. Might not the human brain, that most complex object known to exist in the universe, have undergone a qualitative change as well? If my metaphor only suggests the possibility that our species is more than an optimised ape, that something terrible and glorious befell us, a change gradualism could not predict – if this is merely another fable, it might at least encourage an imagination of humankind large enough to acknowledge some small fragment of the mystery we are.

This is an edited extract from Marilynne Robinson‘s Absence of Mind (Yale).
~  by way of the Guardian.