The garden pansy used to grow on my little brother's tomb since I remember. I was only two years old when he died, and I supposed to not to remind myself anything from that time. For some reason my belly, my head, my chest and my heart miss someone. Some other heartbeat. Some other land...
Among The hunter-gatherers there was no distinction between the right plants and the weed. All the plants were equal in the eyes of the law and there was no raison to change it. The hunter-gatherer had no need to conquer and all the species were essential to keep the balance. One can be a cure, antidote or a poison, depending on use. Daisy fleabane is good for coughs and colds, headaches, heart troubles and epilepsy.
To know something by heart, or to learn something by heart is to let the meaning of a word wove into our nervous system. To become a part of new lyrics. To let our body be a part of our mind, to let our body be in mind. To let our mind be embodied. Our memory works using patterns as its tool. Almost the whole of nature is chaotic, but human nature calls for patterns, everyday patterns, patterns of remembering.
Introduction to the text Descriptio urbis Stetinensis. Consist of the official letters, hence the use of capitals. Typeset with font Friedeborn Stencil, dedicated to laser cutting.
When I was a child I used to call the enormous tree that grew next to my grandma's house, acacia. It had a beautiful shape and gave a great shade in the summer. The leaves when placed one above/under each other could set the scene for the whole story of a shadow theater. The sweet heavy scent preluded by a soft rustle of the top leaves used to follow us on the way to the forest. We used to collect small flowers in the middle of a summer, and the funny pods a few weeks later. Only recently one friend of mine, who is a Gardner, told me I should call that sort of tree; black locust or a false acacia, robinia pseudoacacia to be precise.
Although that day acacia had never been one, it will remain for me as the only proper one.
I wonder how many things we ve used to call in a certain way in our childhood, letting them build up our inner world, will never find its proper name.