Listening. Always Listening

Tokyo (2008) by Willem Alink on Flickr.

“Polar explorers - one gathers from their accounts - sought at the Poles something of the sublime. Simplicity and purity attracted them; they set out to perform clear tasks in uncontaminated lands. The land’s austerity held them. They praised the land’s spare beauty as if it were a moral or a spiritual quality: “icy halls of cold sublimity,” “lofty peaks perfectly covered with eternal snow.” Fridtjof Nansen referred to “the great adventure of the ice, deep and pure as infinity… the eternal round of the universe and its eternal death.” Everywhere polar prose evokes these absolutes, these ideas of “eternity” and “perfection,” as if they were some perfectly visible part of the landscape. They went, I say, partly in search of the sublime, and they found it the only way it can be found, here or there - around the edges, tucked into the corners of the days. For they were people - all of them, even the British - and despite the purity of their conceptions, they man-hauled their humanity to the Poles.”

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Annie Dillard, “An Expedition to the Pole,” from Teaching a Stone to Talk

out of my mind mixing benzos and wine

from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

The Art of Anaesthesia, Paluel Flagg, 1916