Showing posts with label Jarod K. Anderson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jarod K. Anderson. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Air is anything but empty. If you’re a bat, it holds the sound of the shape of a hillside.

 






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When we experience a film, we consciously prime ourselves for illusion. Putting aside will and intellect, we make way for it in our imagination. The sequence of pictures plays directly on our feelings. 
And film is mainly rhythm; it is inhalation and exhalation in continuous sequence.


―Ingmar Bergman


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Iron in the birds’ inner ears

helps them navigate using the Earth’s magnetic field.


In other words,

the birds carry within them a piece of the earth,

a talisman, which speaks to the Earth and whispers

its knowledge back to the birds.


—Jarod K. Anderson
PACT 


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Bats can hear shapes.

Plants can eat light.

Bees can dance maps.


We can hold all these ideas at once and feel

both heavy and weightless

with the absurd beauty of it all.


—Jarod K. Anderson
THE IMPOSSIBLE



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Friday, February 28, 2025

Bumble Bees, Levitation and Earth’s Magnetic Grid

 





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Aerodynamically (a bee) can’t fly. There’s a hollow cavity inside his system and when he beats his wings he starts to resonate with this energy that goes back and forth similar to a guitar strumming on one side of the room and hitting the same chord on the other side of the room, or somebody hitting a high C and breaking a crystal. It’s the same thing. It’s resonance. 
Eventually it reaches the resonance of the field around him (this resonance is the Earth’s rotational frequency due to its spin and is measured on today’s devices as 7.83Hz). 
Once the bumblebee hits that resonance, the frequency of his surroundings, he becomes a free agent. He creates a magnetic bubble around himself and he can go anywhere he wants. 
That’s not in any of the science books. We have a conventional way of doing things and we have a natural way of doing things and they’re totally different. They’re diametrically opposed in many many cases.


—Ralph Ring


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Move over, Schrödinger’s cat – birds may be the true quantum animals. 

The bath of cells in avian eyes could prolong a delicate quantum state that helps to explain how some birds navigate using Earth’s magnetic field. 

It is thought that light reacts with receptors in the birds’ eyes to produce two molecules with unpaired electrons, whose spins are linked by a special state called quantum entanglement. 

If the relative alignment of the spins is affected by Earth’s magnetic field, the electron pair can cause chemical changes that the bird can sense. 
In 2009, researchers at the University of Oxford calculated that such entanglement must last for at least 100 microseconds for the internal compass to work. But how the sensitive state of quantum entanglement could survive that long in the eye was a mystery. 

Calculations by Zachary Walters of the Max Planck Institute for the Physics of Complex Systems in Dresden, Germany, now show that interactions with cells in the bird’s eye allow the electron pairs to stay entangled for longer through a dampening effect. 

Rather like the way a car with stiff shock absorbers takes longer to stop bouncing after going over a bump, the signal from the electron pair dies away more slowly under strong interactions with the cellular bath. 

Predicting exactly how long entanglement is sustained won’t be possible until the  mechanism is better understood, says Walters. But he believes there’s a good chance his model could account for the 100 microseconds. 

Erik Gauger, part of the Oxford team, is intrigued by the findings. “It seems possible that this might be the mechanism allowing for the persistence of quantum coherence,” he says. “But it is probably too early to say for sure."


—Gilead Amit
NewScientist

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Iron in the birds’ inner ears

helps them navigate using the Earth’s magnetic field.


In other words,

the birds carry within them a piece of the earth,

a talisman, which speaks to the Earth and whispers

its knowledge back to the birds.


—Jarod K. Anderson
PACT


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Bats can hear shapes.

Plants can eat light.

Bees can dance maps.


We can hold all these ideas at once and feel

both heavy and weightless

with the absurd beauty of it all.


—Jarod K. Anderson
THE IMPOSSIBLE


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Saturday, February 15, 2025

mute but piercing








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The water in your body is just visiting.

It was a thunderstorm a week ago. It will be the ocean soon enough. Most of your cells come and go like morning dew.

We are more weather pattern than stone monument. Sunlight on mist. Summer lightning. Your choices outweigh your substance.


—Jarod K. Anderson
Field Guide to the Haunted Forest




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In the antigarden represented by the desert, the question accompanying the poet like her shadow under the sun is: Who am I to be so alone? Who am I if I am not with another? The demand for another is always mute but piercing.

All these texts ask for another and all the poets ask for another language, even for a foreign language perhaps, because the essence of poetry is to find strangeness in language.


—Hélène Cixous
Readings


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If one day you become sick of words, as happens to us all, and you grow tired of hearing them, of saying them; if whichever you choose seems worn out, dull, disabled; if you feel nauseated when you hear 'horrible' or 'divine' for some everyday occurrence - you'll not be cured, obviously, by alphabet soup.

You must do the following: cook a plate of al dente spaghetti dressed with the simplest seasoning - garlic, oil and chili. Over the pasta toss in this mixture, grate a layer of Parmesan cheese. To the right of the deep plate full of the spaghetti thus prepared, place an open book. To the left, place an open book. In front of it a full glass of red wine. Any other company is not recommended.

Turn the pages of each book at random, but they must both be poetry. Only good poets cure us of an overindulgence in words. Only simple essential food cures us of gluttony.


—Héctor Abad Faciolince
good poets cure
Recipes for Sad Women



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Wednesday, January 8, 2025

dreaming ourselves awake

    





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All architecture is what you do to it
when you look upon it, 

(Did you think it was in the white or gray stone?
or the lines of the arches and cornices?)

All music is what awakes from you
when you are reminded by the instruments,

It is not the violins and the cornets,
it is not the oboe nor the beating drums,
nor the score of the baritone singer singing 
his sweet romanza, nor that of the men's chorus,
nor that of the women's chorus,

It is nearer and farther than they.


—Walt Whitman 
Leaves of Grass


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Whatever happens, happens to you by you, through you; 

you are the creator, enjoyer and destroyer of all you perceive.


—Nisargadatta Maharaj




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earth(lings

   

 







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The water in your body is just visiting. 
It was a thunderstorm a week ago.
It will be the ocean soon enough. 

Most of your cells come and go like morning dew. 
We are more weather pattern than stone monument.
Sunlight on mist.
Summer lightning. 


—Jarod K. Anderson
Field Guide to the Haunted Forest 
The Cryptonaturalist

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We come into being in and through the Earth.
Simply put, we are Earthlings. 

The Earth is our origin, our nourishment,
our educator, our healer, our fulfillment. 

At its core, even our spirituality is Earth derived.
The human and the Earth are totally implicated, 
each in the other. 

If there is no spirituality in the Earth, 
then there is no spirituality in ourselves.


—Thomas Berry


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I
Do not

Want to step so quickly
Over a beautiful line on God's palm
As I move through the earth's
Marketplace
Today.

I do not want to touch any object in this world
Without my eyes testifying to the truth
That everything is
My Beloved.

Something has happened
To my understanding of existence
That now makes my heart always full of wonder
And kindness.

I do not
Want to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God's body
That is right beneath your
Own foot

As I
Dance with
Precious life
Today.


—Hafiz
Daniel Ladinsky version



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