3.1 miles
2 trails + tunnel of trees
56 degrees / humidity: 80%
Fall! Cooler this morning for my run. Windy, too. Ran south on the paved path, then north on the Winchell Trail. Heard kids arriving at Dowling Elementary. It’s the second day of school. Also heard wind rushing through the trees and some water falling out of the sewer at 42nd but not at 44th. No rowers or packs of runners or fragments of conversation.
Chanted in triple berries — strawberry/blueberry/raspberry — for several minutes then other triples — mystery/mystery/mystery deepening/quieting/deepening interior/exterior/deep deep down Thought about surfaces again and their value. Wondered: should I spend a month studying surfaces?
Listened to my “The Wheeling Life” playlist for the last mile of the run. Started with “Proud Mary” and my feet found the fast beat. I swung my arms back and forth but imagined they were rolling like wheels. Rollin’ Rollin’ Gave the most attention to the lyrics of XTC’s “Season Cycle”:
Darling, don’t you ever sit and ponder (darling, did you ever think)
About the building of the hills a-yonder (all this life stuff’s closely linked?)
Where we’re going in this verdant spiral
(‘Round and ’round) who’s pushing the pedals on the season cycle?
It’s September, so it is time to wrap up my reading of Endi Bogue Hartigan’s oh orchid o’clock. Here’s another great hour entry:
hour entry: The hawk is an approximate whisking together/ Endi Bogue Hartigan
The hawk is an approximate whisking together of fractions of itself the 23 intervals in the second the eye can see the 500 intervals in the second the ear can hear the 100 intervals in the second the bird can see. The second is forming midair like any duration or station in sun. Say “look a red-tailed hawk” and in that second the alliterative span of flashes of light formed by a moving pinking-sheared wing shape becomes it. I wish my words to become unfit for a second, to not make such burred sad sounds. The unspoken fractions of our seconds are expressed imprecisely all the time in seconds. “I’ll be there in a second.” “He was gone for a second.” “The next second they were on the ground.”
intervals / frames per second / illusion: converting what’s still into motion, what’s motion into a still / duration station span / blurred imprecise approximate
motion, the animation of the still
still, the freezing of motion
Oliver’s quieting of the spirit = slowing and smoothing of the motion