Sky Shadows tells of a journey and residence in San Jose, CR in 1963, a memorial of Richard T., Ricardo Foulkes, the Latin American Mission, the appearance of JFK for the Alliance for Progress, the peoples of Central America and Semana Santa, Limon, Turrialba, Puntaranes, the erupting Irazu and the fire in the forge of a poet. Sky Shadows will appear in the last issue of Jack, with photographs of JFK, this June.
This article came with the thought of Irene Foulkes on ecological feminism, and also a consideration of the emptiness of form. Libertines have laughed for centuries at the abuse of travel literature against the body of woman and the world, License my roving hands and let them go. Donne and Shakespeare explicitly extend this facetiousness to earth, O my America, my Newfoundland. Eco-feminism resists the language of progress, investment and merchandising, selling yourself, all things that make civilization great, where Babylon city/woman is the rhetoric of biological extinction.
This confronts the scientific partnership with business in no particular order. This is what science has done: cutting the antennae off Monarch butterflies to prove "butterflies lost the ability to navigate using the sun." Antennae-less butterflies, antennae painted with black enamel, to block the sun, drift north, instead of south, ruining their molecular clock. "Insects can taste with their feet and smell with their antennae... it’s sometimes difficult for us to even ask the right questions." Here is the right question, whether business, science or man. When they send your sin into the wilderness, will you survive?