Our ancestors … knew fire as a deity, as a trickster, as a healer; they knew fire as trouble and fire as passion, fire as destroyer and fire as what cooks your food. *** Whatever we pay attention to is a kind of food. *** Such a tangle of what is wrong and what is right commented on / by camera and sun, their take on one moment of our destruction. *** The tomb was his final creative act. *** You shouldn’t have kissed the gussied corpse in your mother’s coffin.
Links (in red) are quoted text.
This week’s combistory combines one sentence each from five unrelated articles or poems I read online this week. Each piece is thought provoking and powerful. Each startled me into paying attention. Inviting you to read them is the point of this word play. The authors of these five sentences, in order of placement, are:
Naomi Ruth Lewinsky, The Muse of Fire, on The Sister from Below: When the Muse Gets Her Way
Charles Eisenstein, in We Can Do Better Than This
Judy Gaudet, Rooted or Rotting, Depending, The Litter I See Project
Alice Driver, Back to the Land, Oxford American
Barry Demptster, Your Poisoned Life, Canadian Literature
What are you paying attention to this week?