I love architecture
I love how human ingenuity
creeps into the details of a mundane life
to interrupt the banal
to reward the observant passerby.
I love the harmony hewn of the haphazard
the orderly hedgerow at the edge of the wild world.
White plaster against blue sky
relieved in shadow
stained in greens and browns by the living rain
Every time man touches earth
it is at once reunion and defiance.
born of soil we shape the world in our image. …
How can I say this in the wake of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor’s murders? How could this be amidst the chaos of our climate, the failure of our leaders and the breakdown of our institutions? I say this because multiculturalism, or diversity, is alive. Life does not behave according to fiat or survive in isolation; it grows in opportunity. It survives through cooperation.
White supremacy, in contrast, is a culture of death. It is a culture of death because it is a culture of separateness; of isolation and control. It is a culture that only understands enoughness as power over because it shuts itself off from the abundance of power together with. Life is participatory and with participation comes surrender, communication and the willingness to be changed by experience. Any culture that is not willing to engage life on it’s terms is a culture of death, pulling those connected to it into stagnation and decline. Cultures of death cannot ultimately survive because the nature of life is to grow and flourish. The rest of life just wants to live, and the desire to live is powerful. …