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| − | + | Alma Hunter studied culture and cognition in New Caledonian crows. Due to life's exigencies she has a grant to study the corvid population in [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrinking_cities shrinking cities]. Her praxis is about doing the best she can with what she can find. (Which might be a twig because she's learned a lot from those crows). | |
| − | + | "The whole is something other than the sum of its parts" - Kurt Koffka | |
| − | She | + | "All life is bound together by mutual support and interdependence." - Jain [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parasparopagraho_Jivanam declaration of nature], Laxmi Mall Singhvi |
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| + | Alma has found all the sticks and stones. She's collected the voices: the first | ||
| + | static of dispatch code transmissions, the words of grandmothers, the shouts of | ||
| + | children, the huff of machismo. the buzzing of light. She's settled at the | ||
| + | intersection where the swirling of leaves is keeping up with the windup of the | ||
| + | sound from a streetlamp that is warming up. It could be the seven of swords she | ||
| + | draws that decides her: She'll stay here for a little longer. | ||
Latest revision as of 12:58, 2 February 2019
Alma Hunter studied culture and cognition in New Caledonian crows. Due to life's exigencies she has a grant to study the corvid population in shrinking cities. Her praxis is about doing the best she can with what she can find. (Which might be a twig because she's learned a lot from those crows).
"The whole is something other than the sum of its parts" - Kurt Koffka
"All life is bound together by mutual support and interdependence." - Jain declaration of nature, Laxmi Mall Singhvi
Alma has found all the sticks and stones. She's collected the voices: the first static of dispatch code transmissions, the words of grandmothers, the shouts of children, the huff of machismo. the buzzing of light. She's settled at the intersection where the swirling of leaves is keeping up with the windup of the sound from a streetlamp that is warming up. It could be the seven of swords she draws that decides her: She'll stay here for a little longer.
