"Call and Response: Wisdom"

"They fought a real revolution....and that meant every man was equal in the sight of Nature - with an equal chance. This didn't mean that twenty per cent of the people were free to rob the other eighty per cent of the means to live." Carson McCullars, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, (1940)

If it were'nt for this, it wouldn't of been that. And that's the God's own truth, as far as I have known it to be true. Welcome to Wisdom.

Now you? You might a known it in a different light: but you and me - both of us - known it to be the one and the same thing.
That is the way of the

world. And that is the way of the whirled.
So be it.

Once and of a time, things was different. You had your way. And me?, I had mine.
But things was not the way that they is now. Cause first off: times they've changed. What was once again slow and of a particular motion is now
sped up and sped up again so as not to be recognized
(nor reconciled)
in the moment that we once thought of as now. And that's just the way of it, like it or not it is of no matter to us.

And the young people? The young people, they know of which I speak, for they and they alone, have known the particular now
as their now. It has no Presidents, this now. No, for this now is one and of a kind. Like the hares that is amongst both the garden and the moon and the yarn.Feeding hear and yon upon what is all and all the cultivated and the wild.
Carrots be dammed.
Like vast concrete abutments across the span of our understanding. Such is: Wisdom

Photo Credits:

1. Wisdom, Montana, April 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by John Vachon. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress
2. Concrete, North Carolina, June 2006. Reproduction from digital camera. Photo by Tom Schulz. Prints and Photographs Division, Empathinc.
3. A welder who works in the round-house at the Chicago and Northwestern Railway Company's Proviso yard. Chicago, Illinois, December 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Jack Delano. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress
4. An artist who works at the Wesmont Station Project. Wood-Ridge, New Jersey, March 2012. Download from mobile phone. Photo by Daniel de Wit. No prints in the Library of Congress

While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space.

Thanks to John Schulz for this link:
http://extras.denverpost.com/archive/captured.asp

"Call and Response: Bio Degradable"

"Resentment is the most precious flower
of poverty. Yeah."
Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter" (1940)

I don't know if this ever happens to you. It happens to me. This is what happens: I begin something and it takes on a life and complexion of its own. That's good. But then as if the project were some conceptual chigger bite, I begin to worry it. Scratch at it. Scratching turns into embellishment. Stop me if this is new to you and I'll make every effort to
add details.Before I am aware, a concept that may have been sublime and elegant as
birthed, becomes bloated and ungainly.
That's when (if I am paying any attention at all), I stop. I sweep up. I evoke repairs.
I let the air out of the balloon.
I risk making mistakes. I
walk away from the preciousness of anticipation and preconceived desire.
I wear an aluminum foil hat and avail myself to the
unknown.
That is what I am going through right now. In eliminating the barriers that are the corral separating out the herd of who I am from the herd of what I do, I have constructed some free-ranging Golem. I have fashioned a simulacrum of my self. The hands molding the image are mine. The clay is the stuff of my inheritance, held together by the spit of my essential self.
You are there.And
we are connected at the intersection of effort and dream. Whirled without end.
Amen/Yeah.


“He saw that all the struggles of life were incessant, laborious, painful, that nothing was done quickly, without labor, that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings, revisings, moldings, addings, removings, graftings, tearings, correctings, smoothings, rebuildings, reconsiderings, nailings, tackings, chippings, hammerings, hoistings, connectings—all the poor fumbling uncertain incompletions of human endeavor. they went on forever and were forever incomplete, far from perfect, refined, or smooth, full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure, yet, in the way of things, somehow noble, complete, and shining in the end…” Jack Kerouac: The Town and the City, (1950)

While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space.