RITUALS

Rituals

“Fortified by its knowledge of the Book of the Dead, then, the Wake here answers the haunting eschatological question of how the decaying corpse, buried in loamy inertia and scattering throughout the material universe, initiates the process by which it resurrects itself bodily into life: it opens its mouth in the hour when the sun moves through the gates of dawn, and it lets language, consciousness, and sunlight flood back in to replace darkness.”

Quotes from “Joyce’s book of the dark: Finnegan’s wake”, by John Bishop

Forever do we try to gather then at dawn
force open the lid to the loamy inertia
so as to return to scattered play
primordial dance

no mating in view,
lusco fusco,
twilight,
chiaro scuro

sunlight so bright
the words of language curse
our morning breath so foul


Unable to retreat
the light a beacon
we flock to Sunday Sermon
we build inside these walls
we dress
we mate the tonic of our loss
we lose our visions
we chat in language
forget the magic

Unable to sustain
in holding hands
we marry
the rituals of these words.

Bookkeeping
 

"Presuming to speak directly from the point of view of the corpse, the Book of the Dead may be one of the few books on earth ideally written for an audience consisting entirely of the dead.”

 
If you write of things from the night
of the dark perspectives,
yet continue to expect living creatures
to give you understanding…

Well then apply the great concept,
call yourself the reluctant writer
from the depths,
start to keep two sets of books,
two sets of diaries,
two sets of memories,
two sets of loves:
 
one for the accounting of the living
one for the accounting of the dead.

Erica Weick
At the turn of the millennium…updated at the end of 2013

 

THE DRUNKEN IDYLLIC MATING OF THE BLUES

O idílio inebriado das borboletas azuis

Minha busca das borboletas Morpho azuis começou por volta de 2010 mas elas sempre me eludiram. Até agora.

 

Quando e onde: Na “Passarada”, uma terra mitológica no alto, na neblina da Mata Atlântica, perto do arraial do Pião, perto da cidadezinha de Piracaia, perto da megalopolis de São Paulo, Brasil. Num domingo de manhã perto da aroeira, no quintal da frente.

As borboletas morpho azuis são criaturas solitárias que vivem nas florestas, buscando alimento no chão.  Não sugam do polen das flores mas gostam de frutas fermentadas, detritos e fezes. Dizem que seu vôo é lento pois andam por ai embriagadas.

E só aparecem nas clareiras em busca de parceiros.

 

The drunken idyllic mating of the blues

My search for the blue Morpho butterfly started around 2010 but they

have eluded me, until now.

The place and time: “Passarada”, a mythical land way up in the mist of the Mata Atlântica, near the village of Pião, near the town of Piracaia, near the megalopolis of São Paulo, in Brasil.  

A sunny Sunday morning, near the “aroeira tree”, in the front yard.

The blue morphos are solitary creatures that live deep inside the forests, in search for food.  They do not drink pollen but like to suck on fermented fruit, detritus and feces.  Some say their flight is so slow because they float about constantly drunk.

The only time they leave the forest is to find mates.

 

  

Morpho facts

Facts for kids about the morpho from the Rainforest Alliance:

Fatos interessantes para os meninos e meninas sobre as Morpho azuis da Rainforest Alliance:

http://www.rainforest-alliance.org/kids/species-profiles/blue-butterfly

Life Cycle: The life cycle of the Blue Morpho Butterfly lasts for about 115 days from egg to butterfly. The female lays a cluster of tiny, green eggs that hatch in about nine days. The caterpillars are brown with large green spots. They have prickly hairs that irritate birds that try to eat them. The caterpillar will progress through four to six instars (periods of time between molting) before forming its jade-green chrysalis and beginning metamorphosis. Inside the chrysalis, the caterpillar will actually become liquid that reorganizes into a butterfly. The chrysalis emits a repulsive, ultrasonic sound when touched by predators.