Being in The Hall of Dead Names and Dry Skins did
its part in steering me towards revisiting the geo and biopoetics
recorded by Martin Prechtel in his account of life in a pre-westernized
Mayan village. What if the only way to heal ourselves is by finding
devotion-names for all the things scientific materialism has reduced to
museum exhibits, classification reference books, raw materials for
opulence. Language can begin to wake us up to the magnificent family we
are part of in this web of all masterful articulations of matter.
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