Intersectional
Intersectional
original poetry & photosby @d-pend
Intersectional
Discordant tropes
puppeteer me to the point
of agonized witnessing
(parcels, authentic stamps,
and transplanted cacti.)
Kinesthetically,
the seal's embossed;
therefore imprinted
by authority's red thumb—
[copy, stamp, sign, scan.]
Fracture-lines
like industrial wrinkles
remediated by tar:
mutated symmetries
that break down under scrutiny.
Lofty reassurances of the familiar,
brittle vines and aluminum can androids.
Skim-maps and the aquarium nets
of spacetime's grid all marbled out like hooks.
Furnish me not
plaques proclaiming great flights,
just to become rigid and shatter
in the world's toxic winters—
Every simple joy
made meaningless by barriers erected.
Wherever cyborg-vision goes,
fair hatreds intersected.
with iPhone 8+
and edited
It is true that humanity has screwed up big time when it comes to civilizing nature, the two concepts being revisited and redefined all the time for different purposes or agendas. I still believe, though, that nature at its best, at ease, is a freaking scary thing.
Thus, a part of me thanks the creative minds of men and women who have made it possible for us to shelter against storms, to communicate despite great distances, and to find cures for all kinds of diseases (and I know some may argue that we would not need any of that had we remained one with nature).
My mind can’t go that far to figure out what our lives would be had humans not invented anything that would modify nature in any form.
When you have lived all your life in a Latin American country and you see how we “dispose” of our trash, then of course you want to curse humanity and destroy every single product that generates garbage in this world
We have witnessed the emergence of a propaganda machine that has embossed on our very skin and mind the brands we crave for so that our world sinks deeper. I believe it can be done differently without getting rid of the creative ideas. We should be able to contaminate less and interfere less in nature’s course, but the masses do not think, and it would require the masses to do something about everything.
This much is true
And in the case of the natives or original peoples around the world, this much is also true
It can also apply to military interventions and other forms of political and economic invasion. In short, we have a certain anomaly as a species that prevents us from living a happy life within the confines of our immediate geography. At some point we get bored with what we have and not only feel curious about what lies beyond our limits, but we want that and we want to change it at our will.
Is it human nature? Would attempting to change it be as absurd as trying to stop dogs from peeing everywhere marking their territories or digging holes in the dirt regardless of the flowers that grew there before?
I don’t know, but I know that individually I can contribute my share by avoiding hurting nature, piling garbage in the streets, or supporting those companies that destroy and contaminate and exploit. That may not be much, but it allows me to look at nature in the eye and sleep at ease.
The overlapping or intersected identities and their respective systems of oppression are represented in the crossing of nature and that created by man. This intersection generates a variety of spaces where one type of environment is adjacent to the other. Asphalt and grass, solid waste and branches. Always affecting each other, fracturing order and symmetry, creating discordance.
Man has invaded the natural space with his creations that in the long run become scrap metal, polluting the environment and generating more garbage than he is capable of eliminating. The gap between civilization and nature is increasingly insurmountable, because man is a predator of natural greenery and seeks to reproduce nature in unnatural artifices that drown life on the planet:
Every great technological undertaking has sequels that affect the natural order, denaturalizing nature, redundancy is worth.
It makes me think about the brutal utilitarianism of civil engineering. It feels like a hot day in southern California on the freeway; the heatwaves making the greenery in the distance look like a mirage.
I saw a can on the side of the road.
I saw a vulture eat a dessert toad.
I saw the can open and out popped spam.
God, the litterer might be forgiven...
But blaspheme against the poem
You might as well not be here to begin with.
@d-pend,
Interesting theme: Man leaves his stamp upon the World ... and it's not pretty. Nature ravaged by our remnants. Wherever one looks, an ineffable intersection between the polluted and the pristine, purity debased by profanity.
Quill
Dear @d-pend sir!
Typical Analysis about the fraction of thoughts and circumstances. There are depth glimpse of worldly complexity in these lines_
(in the world's toxic...................barriers erected.) A thoughtful poetry revealing zigzag of life.
Your street light photography with mobile camera giving Wide Angle to this portrait.
Regards
I don't totally understand the poetry, but I love the photograph.
I love what you did with the horizontal bars. Nice shallow depth of field on the iPhone 8's camera (especially in broad daylight).
"Lofty reassurances of the familiar,
brittle vines and aluminum can androids.
Skim-maps and the aquarium nets
of spacetime's grid all marbled out like hooks."
Nostradamus style again! I love it
Thank you for being here for me, so I can be here for you.
Enjoy your day and stay creative!
Botty loves you. <3
really amazing your art, i am very impressed with your creative. maybe you are a person who is very lucky in the art or creative field. thank you for sharing your creative for us all; hopefully you will be a very lucky person..