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It is the nature of art to offend. It is the nature of art to offer. It is the paradox of the artist to both widen and heal the split within ourselves. (Terry Tempest Williams, LEAP)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
"There's a meadow I can't stop coming back to" - Carl Phillips
There's a place I can't stop coming back to. A short walk from the house where I grew up there's an opening in a fence just off the street. I've walked down these broken stairs, this wooded path to the Mississippi River more times than I can remember. I've photographed every inch of this path and this beach; I've explored the places you can't see from the path. I call this place White Sand Beach, but it's more than that. It's solace, it's my city, it's part of home.
Homeostasis
Homeostasis
Homeostasis—the tendency of interdependent elements to form a relatively stable equilibrium
***
Summer mornings and evenings, in the back meadow, this was where my sister’s husband could be found. An ardent communitarian, for two decades he’d tended the public land that extended from the back of their property to the bike trails that were once railroad tracks. But the year of Jim’s cancer diagnosis he could not mow or trim, weed or pull, plant or water. And this grieved him.
I remember how Jim's story began. One moment, so blessedly normal—the next, a whisper, a shift, and suddenly all reference points were speeding away.
Watching an unremarkable devastation
I am watching, waiting for the signs of devastation to reveal themselves.
The patch of land and water between a row of industrial plants and rail yards appears as an idyllic Midwestern wetland. An inlet situated near downtown Saint Paul, Pig’s Eye Lake is a stillness of the Mississippi River.
Here the river that carved the city into its separate parts, its caves and cliffs, resists its own impulse. It stalls out, lingers in a backwater that is still Pig’s Eye, historic Saint Paul, the part that didn’t have its raucous drunken soul soothed over by the Catholics.
The land has become some strange mutant, but it doesn’t reveal itself easily.
Night City
“But in the city
in which I love you,
no one comes, no one
meets me in the brick clefts;
in the wedged dark …”
—Li-Young Lee
1.
Second shift. The night drags. Half-burnt lights flicker like an unbraided nerve.
Hunched over the day’s embers, we gash through stories, mired in our secret wells of paranoia & dreams.
We hold the tattered edges of the city’s story.
We warm ourselves by its fire. The city is burning. The presses are burning.
Bleary, insomniac, we step into the shadowed streets.
in which I love you,
no one comes, no one
meets me in the brick clefts;
in the wedged dark …”
—Li-Young Lee
1.
Second shift. The night drags. Half-burnt lights flicker like an unbraided nerve.
Hunched over the day’s embers, we gash through stories, mired in our secret wells of paranoia & dreams.
We hold the tattered edges of the city’s story.
We warm ourselves by its fire. The city is burning. The presses are burning.
Bleary, insomniac, we step into the shadowed streets.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
It's Spring
It's spring. Suburban Avenue Pond is showing signs of life. I've seen several Canada geese grazing in the field next to the pond. As soon as they get the lay of the land, I expect to see them in my backyard. There are a few mallards as well, though no other waterfowl as far as I can tell. I wish them all good luck in their search for fish and plants in the brackish water of the pond. Suburban Avenue Pond serves as a watershed for storm water; and there is an "interrelationship between what happens on land and what happens in the water."
Monday, April 19, 2010
Integrity: A Work In Progress
Sigh.
“The building has strong integrity,” Mary Klein, of Eau Claire, Wisconsin, said to me as we looked out the sunroom window to the red barn past the backyard lawn. I frowned, she chuckled and was quick to add more.
“I know it doesn’t look like it, but the structure of the building is very strong; and the interior is mostly new,” she said.
(names, besides the writer's, have been changed)
(names, besides the writer's, have been changed)
Stranger Danger/ Karen
I was camping alone on a lake on the border of the Boundary Waters Canoe area, about 12 miles up the Echo Tail, and I heard noises outside my tent—sounds of something moving, panting, thumping. I heard pans jangling. Then, I heard water being lapped from my dog’s dish. My dog was curled up at my feet, sound asleep. I was scared.
I grabbed for my cell phone, and punched in 911: “I am having an emergency -- animals near my tent, come quick,” I imagined telling the dispatcher. The sounds of the beast came closer, then receded, then moved closer again. I forced myself to acknowledge that only once in twenty years has a bear attacked a camper in the BWCA. Bees kill more campers than bears, and falling and drowning are the greatest risks. Then the noises stop. My heart slows to a regular rhythm. Eventually, I sleep, and a few hours later I am awakened by squirrels racing back and forth across my site, up and down trees, cheeping loudly at each other, not at all concerned with me.
Lessons from a Canine Landscape
Last week our dog Olive jumped out of the window of a moving car while on our way to obedience class, killed the pet hen on our friend’s hobby farm, jumped the 4-foot fence into our neighbor’s yard, ran head first into a freshly painted wall, and dragged a 8-foot section of newly-trimmed branch across the back yard. Olive has three legs.
Olive lost her right front leg when she was just six months old. I don’t know how she came to be so injured that amputation was the only solution. You see, Olive came to live with us just a little over two months ago. In her short life (she’s just 14 months old) she lost her leg and her first family. She was surrendered to a shelter in southern Minnesota just before the end of the year. Having recently lost their home to foreclosure her family could no longer afford to care for her. Olive was then passed from shelter to shelter until a rescue organization retrieved her.
A Building, A River, A Swan
Report: In Eau Claire, Wisconsin, on the Eau Claire River, Raymond Gillette started a rubber company in 1917. This became U.S. Rubber, the city's largest employer and one of world's leading producers of automobile tires. By 1965, it was the third largest tire plant in the U.S. In 1967, U.S. Rubber changed its name to Uniroyal. In 1990, Michelin purchased the plant, and a year later, the last 1375 employees were laid off and the plant closed.
1.9 million square foot of unused space, called Banbury Place.
I’m asking why.
1.9 million square foot of unused space, called Banbury Place.
I’m asking why.
How much can an empty house hold?
Homestead on County Road N
Established circa 1870.
Samuel Hicks, occupation farmer, from Ireland, traveled with his wife Mary (English), and their two children, Helen and George, from Illinois to Wisconsin and built this house around 1870.
Samuel and Mary had four more children, Jane, Francis, Alice, and Scott, as listed on the 1880 census.
There aren't many of these houses left. I no longer see one every quarter mile along the county roads. I get glimpses of some, still occupied, hidden in thick copses of trees on old farmsteads. On some farms this house stands empty while another newer, modern farmhouse- split level or ranch- has been built next to or behind it. I lived in a house like this that had been used for grain storage. You could see the imprint to corn kernels on the wooden floors. A farmhouse like this one, on the farm opposite our driveway, was torn down, and replaced with a mobile home. Occasionally the local fire department burns down one of these houses during a volunteer firefighter training session.
You Are Where You Eat
The eastern boundary of my Minneapolis neighborhood is formed by the Mississippi River, while the western edge follows a line of industrial buildings along Hiawatha Avenue. Some of the buildings are in use, some are vacant, but one grain elevator in particular, with broken windows and a faded wheat stalk painted on its side, catches my attention each time I pass by.
My house in Ghana was on the edge of the village, between the road, the clinic, and the neighbors’ steeply sloping farm fields. Local livestock – cows, goats, chickens – frequented my yard for grazing, but one rooster in particular, with curly feathers and a jerking, frenetic stride, caught my attention each time he trotted by.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Landscape and the body in Mary Karr's Lit
Our goal is to use Mary Karr's memoir Lit as the lens through which we consider landscape, ecofeminism, writing the body, and women-focused ways of being/seeing. We do this, in part, anticipating that Karr's voice will be distinctly different from Terry Tempest Williams, allowing an alternate, yet equally provocative lens for experiencing self in the world.
Body Earth -- Karen Morrill-Bryan
Fishing Spaces -- by Diane Embry
21 Meditations on the Catholic Body -- Trisha Collopy
Righting: Women-Focused Ways of Seeing and Being -- Elizabeth Brenner
Body Earth -- Karen Morrill-Bryan
Fishing Spaces -- by Diane Embry
21 Meditations on the Catholic Body -- Trisha Collopy
Righting: Women-Focused Ways of Seeing and Being -- Elizabeth Brenner
Three Views of the 35W Bridge Disaster
Disasters are a global reality – occurring all over the world on various scales. As we read A Paradise Built in Hell, our group, which focused on the ideas of home and community, decided to examine a disaster that occurred in our home state of Minnesota. On August 1st, 2007, the 35W bridge in Minneapolis collapsed, killing 13 people and injuring many others. Our mission in this blog post is to provide three different ways of thinking about the collapse of the bridge using our own experiences, thoughts, research and creative work surrounding the bridge collapse, what caused it, and its aftermath.
Part 1: Lorna Hanson
Part 2: Caitlin Thompson
Part 3: Kendra Cuthbertson
Part 1: Lorna Hanson
Part 2: Caitlin Thompson
Part 3: Kendra Cuthbertson
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Questions of environment, wilderness, and spirit
“Out of shared imagination comes collaboration. Out of collaboration comes community.”
- Terry Tempest Williams
As we individually witness landscape through the lens of Terry Tempest Williams and related texts, we ask questions about wilderness, nature, environment, and spirit. We explore these questions through our individual voices, voices which were shaped by listening and imagining together.
What makes a place sacred? - Mary Caruso
What is this call to co-create? - Jen Gehrig
What stirs the frozen blood? - Nuria Sheehan
Which calls do we listen for, and how do we then respond? - Dana Hoeschen
What makes a place sacred? - Mary Caruso
What is this call to co-create? - Jen Gehrig
What stirs the frozen blood? - Nuria Sheehan
Which calls do we listen for, and how do we then respond? - Dana Hoeschen
Thursday, April 1, 2010
VIEWS from the BROKEN MIDDLE
THE THORNTON QUARRY by Terry Evans
FROM BARRIE JEAN BORICH: I can't post this photograph directly—as I don't have copyright—so for now click the underlined link above to see a gorgeous version of one of my broken places (as I define this idea. Please feel free to create your own definition.) And here are a few lines from an essay I published recently in ECOTONE—to give you just one idea of a way to approach the violence and beauty we will discuss in this course. I'm interested here in ways to acknowledge the brokenness and restoration that comes of remembering the ways we are made by that which we've left behind :
One of Terry Evans' photographs frames a limestone quarry in the near-south suburbs, close to the house where I lived when I was that girl, still in high school. While sitting in our kitchen, my family occasionally heard the excavation blasts, almost loud enough to rattle the plates in our cabinets. This was some of the limestone out of which the downtown skyline was made. The Thornton Quarry I remember is a grind of trucks and shovels, steel against stone, but from the air, in Evans’s photographs, the scarred stone walls become also sculpted sand, the truck road descending to the canyon bottom remade as a delicate spiral.
from "GEOGRAPHICAL SOLUTIONS [A Map of the Middle West with Insets Past and Current]" by Barrie Jean Borich, published in Ecotone #8/ The Brutality Issue, Fall 2009
FROM BARRIE JEAN BORICH: I can't post this photograph directly—as I don't have copyright—so for now click the underlined link above to see a gorgeous version of one of my broken places (as I define this idea. Please feel free to create your own definition.) And here are a few lines from an essay I published recently in ECOTONE—to give you just one idea of a way to approach the violence and beauty we will discuss in this course. I'm interested here in ways to acknowledge the brokenness and restoration that comes of remembering the ways we are made by that which we've left behind :
One of Terry Evans' photographs frames a limestone quarry in the near-south suburbs, close to the house where I lived when I was that girl, still in high school. While sitting in our kitchen, my family occasionally heard the excavation blasts, almost loud enough to rattle the plates in our cabinets. This was some of the limestone out of which the downtown skyline was made. The Thornton Quarry I remember is a grind of trucks and shovels, steel against stone, but from the air, in Evans’s photographs, the scarred stone walls become also sculpted sand, the truck road descending to the canyon bottom remade as a delicate spiral.
from "GEOGRAPHICAL SOLUTIONS [A Map of the Middle West with Insets Past and Current]" by Barrie Jean Borich, published in Ecotone #8/ The Brutality Issue, Fall 2009
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Talk by Terry Tempest Williams at George Washington University
TTW is introduced here by her friend Bill McKibben--another writer we could have studied in this class. His book THE END OF NATURE would be an appropriate small group choice.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Immense Flocks of Starlings
I'd actually posted this on my personal blog some time ago. Watching theses masses of starlings reminded me of what Williams writes about the birds in Refuge, and seems to be some kind of strange, beautiful, and broken image of a possible future.
"What is the impact of such a species on the land? Quite simply, a loss of diversity... Perhaps the only value in the multitudes of starlings we have garnished is that in some small way they allow us to comprehend what vast flocks of birds must have felt like." - Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge
"What is the impact of such a species on the land? Quite simply, a loss of diversity... Perhaps the only value in the multitudes of starlings we have garnished is that in some small way they allow us to comprehend what vast flocks of birds must have felt like." - Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge
Monday, February 22, 2010
THE BROKEN BEGINNINGS
Scroll down for the first images and start-up remarks my students posted on the blog, as they began formulating their BROKEN MIDWEST project work for the semester. From these beginnings they wrote and revised the work posted later.
--Barrie Jean Borich
--Barrie Jean Borich
Friday, February 19, 2010
Former Glory
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Dorothy Day Center
At the heart of St. Paul, there's a dead zone. The streets are empty. Many of the towers have high vacancy rates. The city feels empty, ghostly and full of sorrow to me. When I was a teenager, we went downtown on the weekends. Now, after dark, there are small spots of activity and other zones, at bus stops, where teenagers fight.
July 2008
July 2008--
My brother-in-law, Jim, was diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme stage IV. These photos were taken a day or two after surgical resection of Jim's brain tumor. In the days after this grim diagnosis, grappling with an uncertain future, my sister, Sara, and her beloved husband took respite in sleep. Day and night they retired for countless siestas, often entwined, dreaming cures.
Integrity
"There's a meadow I can't stop coming back to" - Carl Phillips
There's a place I can't stop coming back to. A short walk from my house there's an opening in a fence just off the street. I've walked down these broken stairs, this wooded path to the river more times than I can remember. I call this place White Sand Beach, but it's more than that. It's solace, it's my city, it's part of home.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Barren Pond
Monday, February 15, 2010
Tripod Wonder
Tesserae of Pepin County
House and Valley from County Road N, Pepin, County, Wisconsin
Public View
This house sits in a wide valley between two glacier ridges. Over the hill to the east is the Chippewa flowage and river.
To the west and south, less than fifteen miles is Lake Pepin and the Mississippi River. The house is built on the slope of the eastern hill.
Just north of the house is a spring that feeds a creek that meanders along the edge of the valley, flowing south and emptying into the Mississippi River.
The view to the west is farm fields and the wooded hillsides.
Hicks House on County Road N, Pepin County, Wisconsin
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Broken Pig's Eye
These photos were taken near Pig's Eye Lake along the Mississippi river, just southeast of Downtown Saint Paul.
Nearness of history
One of the things that appeals to me about this place is simply to see "Pig's Eye" on a map or a road sign. This seems to make the history of Saint Paul closer. The lake is not far from the location the bootlegger Pig's Eye Pete's bar (which gave the town the one-time name of Pig's Eye).
One of the things that appeals to me about this place is simply to see "Pig's Eye" on a map or a road sign. This seems to make the history of Saint Paul closer. The lake is not far from the location the bootlegger Pig's Eye Pete's bar (which gave the town the one-time name of Pig's Eye).
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Banbury Swan
Haze in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area
Those of us who have lived in Minnesota for any amount of time are familiar with the one million acres in northeast Minnesota, the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCAW). It is a parcel of land, first home to the Ojibwa, and later traders and then foresters. In 1978, the land of lakes and trees, habitat for thousands of species of wildlife, was set aside as protected national park land, and its use is regulated for minimum impact.
However, despite such efforts, it is still susceptible to the same things that ails our earth's inner cities-- air contamination.
Monday, February 8, 2010
COMING SOON!
THE BROKEN MIDWEST--images of beauty and brokenness in the landscapes we consider "home."
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