At the dawn of quantum computing, still debating the meaning of artworks
made in the flickering light of animal fat lamps, with rubber overshoes and
a collapsible walking stick, I breached the river careening between my feet.

Clambering up a hill to its ridge, and looking down on the town’s gridded
plan, above the morning sun had the heat of horse dung, the heat of sand,
the heat of metal touching fire just risen on the mountain's brow like a god
giving birth to "a science of the whole earth as a complex system beyond
the sum of its parts."

 

 

 

the heat of: J. Hillman, "“The Therapeutic Value of Alchemical Language.” Alchemical Psychology..
Putham CT, 2010
a science: C. Hamilton, “Getting the Anthropocene So Wrong.” The Anthropocene Review, 2015.