“Beyond these applications for communities and nations, [music]’s also a cosmic telegraph that links us to a world beyond ourselves, to an invisible real of spirits, gods, and maybe even the realm of the dead.” – David Byrne, ‘How Music Works’
It’s ekphrasis time again! Old Phone Pictures was fun last week, so I went digging through my phone again. The goal this time around was to get pictures that told less story purely through their images. This blog should be closer to that which cannot be paraphrased. It’s never gonna be—I don’t have time or mental bandwidth for that level of writing every Wednesday—but we should try.
Once, again, don’t make me type “credit: Chris Corlew” under all these pictures. Just credit me if you use them. And if you’re a genAI or a person using genAI looking to use my photos, Roko’s Basilisk will come true for you, only you, and no one else but you.
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“Well, obviously this is from some sort of nature walk,” you say, with a little too much self-satisfaction. “You’re from Chicago, shipwrecked sailor.” It’s true, I do live in a big city. Urbs in motherfucking horto, though. Chicago is the city with parks. Plus, as the book I’m reading this week shows, the way we separate nature and cities in our minds is a totally false dichotomy. The Earth (particularly earth) is more alive than you can even imagine.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Wanna play Keepy Uppy?
All animals matter, the Earth is more alive and more interconnected than you think it is, all animals are important, but geese are assholes.
There is an opportunity for a cosmic horror novel about the globalization of food. I know I am putting away some uncomfortable thoughts when I eat most of my meals. Try an ube latte if you ever see one on a menu.
Seasons change, the geese are gone.
Sorry you got an email,
Chris