CHECK 80 % rivers are dying CHECK 90% of our rivers are dead - cannot support life, run limp with life
blackened, broken
weeping, lamenting as they flow, as they go.
What are we for?
What are we for if we cannot support life?

the subaltern: repressed, peripheral, denied, ignored
remains remains remains
haunting lies precisely in it’s refusal to stop

elemental entities
habitual layers of tension all the time
“co sense with radical tenderness
be guided by a metabolic intelligence” ( Andreotti p… 2020)

swarms of minute intelligences
as
a
haunting presence

divine inspiration falls where we wash ourselves

Is a river alive ?
Alive a river is ?
River is alive ?
Alive as river

ubiquitous wetness
intermediary places where different realms cross over - where the subtle unsettles
to speak in tongues is to be licked by water
everything has it’s place - - - everything has it’s time

haunting lies precisely in it’s refusal to stop

trees fall over, and over - far away
but the impact is immediate    to those that sense sonar passing through bodies of water, through their water bodies 
everywhere
we fall into the world with “an erotic desire for sensuous life” (Weller p… 2025)
we swim in amniotics for nine months - recover amphibian home
where water ways were way
spines speak this ancestry,
undulating ~ ephemeral ~ energetic.

haunting lies precisely in it’s refusal to stop

the archaic greek underworld - a confluence of rivers - each with it’s unique character
the river Styx - circled the underworld many times, separating the land of the living from the dead, guarded by Cerebrus the three headed dog and the ferryman Charon who ferried souls across the river, after they paid him a penny.
the river Lethe the river of forgetting , the pool of Mnemosyne whose reflection bought back memory of other lives lived and learnt from - treacherous for human longing in this life - here - now

Mesopotamia had Absu - the cosmic waters that world, earth, matter resided within, were birthed from.

waters pleroma - water as pleroma

my source is the deep underground - i am a tributary of Poseidon, horsed trident wave gallop of ocean.
now channelled contained controlled to carry, rather than spread
my might is large with leverage
can spill, will spill ~ break container.

can we learn to be at home “in the quivering tension” of in-between?
letting our entangled, intricate choreographies with watery bodily flows
- human, animal, vegetable, geophysical, meteorological, technological - breath
“flows of power, culture, politics, and economics”. (Neimanis p.96)

haunting lies precisely in it’s refusal to stop