|carved stone table at Open Book|
Photo by J. Harrington
Languages change over time. Words come and go, some stay but change their meaning. As seasons change, and climate change modifies the seasons as we've known them, presumably language could change to reflect the world to which it relates. Robert Macfarlane has written Landmarks to capture much of the local vernacular of placewords in Britain. David Lukas' Language Making Nature is a forward-looking tool to enrich our relationship with nature by creating new words.
|window display at open book|
Photo by J. Harrington
All of this started burbling about in the back of my mind as I once again discovered how incorrect I've been with some of the stereotypes I've used to track the world. Until recently, much of my thoughts about Kansas were dominated by the book What's the Matter with Kansas? I also thought, more positively from time to time, about Wes Jackson's Land Institute in Salinas. Reading William Least Heat-Moon's PrairyErth added some depth but wasn't particularly transformative. Yesterday, I came across the Kansas Area Watershed Council's web site. They've been publishing a bioregional journal for about two decades. That certainly doesn't fit the impression I was left with after reading "What's the Matter..."
This has been prompted because I keep feeling as though Minnesota is missing some (undefined) key pieces of the puzzle to move ahead successfully with Governor Dayton's proposal for a water ethic. If we aren't as successful as we should be, I won't be surprised to read, in the not too distant future, someone's version of What's the Matter with Minnesota? It may present an erroneous stereotype, but how many will care enough to look behind any presumed indifference to protecting our most critical resource? We can't, and don't, all live upstream.
Words are Birds
wordsare birdsthat arrivewith booksand springtheylovecloudsthe windand treessome wordsare messengersthat comefrom far awayfrom distant landsfor themthere areno bordersonly starsmoon and sunsome wordsare familiarlike canariesothers are exoticlike the quetzal birdsome can standthe coldothers migratewith the sunto the southsome wordsdiecaged—they're difficultto translateand othersbuild nestshave chickswarm themfeed themteach themhow to flyand one daythey go awayin flocksthe letterson this pageare the printsthey leaveby the sea
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