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Amy Simons's avatar

I am so glad to find you here! I resonate so deeply with so many threads you have woven into this. You have pulled together so many thoughts, feelings, images and theorists, what a beautiful and rich sharing. I have spent the last four years in a deep artistic, psychological and physical exploration of the dark. On of the things I love most about the dark is that it inhibits our sight. We pulled towards our other senses, touch, smell, hearing, sensing. We have to find our way...it requires an initial period of disorientation, but, soon we inhabit new ways of being, in ourselves, in space in relation to one another and the objects around us. Kukaine calls this inhabiting a "visceral aesthetic" where we relate to the world more and more through our bodies, through intimacy and through tacit knowledge....Sara Ahmed also writes about the dark and the need for disorientation in Queering Phenomenology...I could keep writing. I am so interested in what it would mean for us to learn to see differently, to see with a soft gaze, wide and open, a gaze that orients towards what is "other", a gaze that holds the peripheral and allows for the emergent to come forward. I wrote my thesis on "Being and Seeing in the Dark" and have subsequently started a substack to explore these ideas further! Happy to have found you! P.S. I have spent a lot of time in caves and these experiences have been very shaping -

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Stephanie Thomas Berry's avatar

Just browsing through your posts tonight, Ellie, and having a fine time of it. I really love the quote from

Hartmut Rosa: "When we love these things, there emerges something like a vibrating wire between us and the world." Because to really love something is a felt experience, one of whole-bodied attention. Maybe we have forgotten how to really love the world. I mean, not everybody, but--life is now so deadened. Driving on highways fucking kills me. I don't know how I could be ok if I had to do that everyday. So yeah, I'm sensitive, but isn't that exactly the point? How sensitive did we have to be way back before the Industrial Revolution, before Christianity, before the Roman army went out with its order of destruction and demanded its tribute? We lived with the land in a way we can't even fathom now. Once I was at a retreat in the Chiricahua Mtns in Arizona--sacred land of the Apache, but taken from them, and I could feel the land yearning for that deep relationship of being so intimately woven with humanity. I've felt that in other places, too. Places that are still wild and were once in sacred relationship with the people. Because the people loved the land, and the land loved the people. Thank you for all your writing--wild and passionate and exactly what I needed.

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