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It was during a time of spontaneous painting (see Lipsett, 2001, 2002), collage-making, music-listening, and intense de-schooling, that I was able to get out of my head enough to 'hear' Earth's wisdom moving through my body and come to the knowledge on this page – knowledge that for me, was seldom expressible and often unknowable in the context of my more 'academic' writing, living, and speaking. The 'text' below may be best described as expression through a grammar steeped in place, body, spirit and emotion; that which can more easily be spoken using a "chlorophyll alphabet" (Turner-Hospital, 1995, p. 190) or a "tawny grammar" (Dunlop, 2002, p. 24). The text might also be more directly described as an effect of personal de-colonization, of shedding layers of Western discourses of cognitive imperialism (Battiste, 1998), and in the end, arriving at a previously (in my culture and experience) unacknowledged and mostly unspeakable ontology of spiritual animism.

Instead of relying on extended explanations which risk reinscribing "clichéd and explanatory language" (Davies, 2000b, p. 252) as privileged, I worked to interrupt the privileged place of thought and foreground opportunities to engage a re-animated perception (Bai, 2009) – hopefully in ways that just might enable readers to experience meaning-making through an animist ontology. The words below are part of this process, defying the conventions of what for me, at the time of writing, were paralyzing effects of a linear grammar.

In the almost two-year decolonizing stages of this work, every time I tried to compile sentences across the page, my fingers paused, silent over keyboard....

until

I wrote

down the page, where

tumbled out

and the

did not

apply.

 


 Seeking Porosity 


meLand

 Seeking Porosity 


Chlorophyll Alphabets

 I (re)produce
and
(re)present

a collage of me-land
in

 hypertext space,

© cherie westmoreland

 to go
where words
pain.

 To trespass
the power that
holds.

to speak
in chlorophyll alphabets
                     (Turner-Hospital, 1995)

   and for an instant,
            perhaps, 

            surpass
                the violence
            of
             a linear grammar.

proving porosity

 air in
air out
connected?

 water in
sweat,
urine out
connected?

 calcium in
bones, teeth grow
connected?

 apple   
in stomach.
connected?

 a denied subjectivity
in Western culture.


© mj barrett

Rocks speak



© cherie westmoreland

Rocks
Speak.

If I have patience
to listen. 

Hills hold wisdom.
Grass sings.

What new stories might
I hear when
I
listen with land

and

humans who
            speak with rocks.

 

firewood


© cherie westmoreland

 I love
gathering
firewood.

 I get to
talk with
 trees             

 

 

             

                                     the line 

                           my ‘choice’
                                            to write, create this way
                                                            took
                                                                 release.
                                        escape from
                                                tentacles of   
                                        old etchings.  


© cherie westmoreland

                                            dissolving
                                                    sedimented
                                                human
                                                nature        line

 

sleep on rock

 I want to sleep
on rock 

human-mineral body
      fused

with
earth of ancient times

skin denying
(socially constructed)
boundary.


© jiiva somerville


from Wikipedia, March 2006

Descartes

 Who am I
if not an
Ecological
Being 

Broken down
into 

my
component parts 

Then understood.
Then broken.

 

 

 

 

sticks in Hockley

I used to wander
picking up 

fireplace sticks,


© cherie westmoreland

just
to be among trees

and
remember            

where fire
comes from

 

 

 

 

 


© mary k. barrett

   

I speak my heart
with
paddle.

twirl-dance-twirl
human-water-home.

 


denying romanticism

how could we/I
have accepted that
love for
connection with,
Earth
is just


© cherie westmoreland

a romantic notion.
not ‘real’?
 [was it the sunsets that did it?]
in doing so,  
what violence
raped
my body.
my voice. 

that voice returning
through/in/by way of song. 

          

 

 


© cherie westmoreland

 

 

no wonder 

no wonder this work is so hard.
if I talk of emotion, I am disqualified from the club (Boler, 1999).
if I talk of my body ‘knowing’ I am no longer a rational being
if I talk of me-land, I am no longer appropriately human
if I talk of conversations with the more-than-human world, or the energy of the universe, I am…

Yet, I need to ‘talk’ of all of these. 

meLand. I am me. I am land.

meLand. I am me. I am land.

Linguistic Terms
(An effort to come to linguistic terms with meLand.) 

heron lays a wing…
Iamlandwatersoilsungrassesssssss
thus sings my soul 

Iamrockseedsoilsunnnn,
waterrocksoilseeeeddddddd 

necessity, fragility, and stunning profusions 

ofmeLandwatersoilsunrockseedgrassmybody….. 


© cherie westmoreland

 

in creating the word
me-land,
I-we merge.

no longer
fragments
separated by
a
divide of
appropriateness.

appropriate teacher
appropriate student
appropriate woman

appropriate human.


paint my way

paint my way
outside
margins 

paint my way
into border
crossings. 

paint my way
back to Land.

 playing with
"non-representability,
historical contingency,
artefactuality, and yet
spontaneity,
necessity,
fragility,
and stunning profusions
of 'nature'" 

which just might 
"help us refigure
the kind of persons
we might be…"   (Haraway, 1991a, p. 3)



© matt faubert

© matt faubert

© mj barrett

 leaving the academy 

I had
to leave
the
academy

to write this dissertation. 

I can
write
this (text)
neither
across the   
        ‘page’
nor by sitting long…   
to do so,
            I
                        slide,
                                    well-trained
                                                back
                                                            into
                                                                        my
                                                head,
                                                            leaving
                                                body   heart    spirit

                                                            be-hind,
                                                                        stuck
                                                                                    on
                                                                                    chair,
                                                thinking
                                                            they were not
cast
as players
in this               performance. 

(Land
is then,
not even

considered.)  



© matt faubert

© matt faubert

© mj barrett

Ok.
I LOVE LAND.
and I talk with trees,
rocks, 
pelicans,
grasses.

...please explain

being asked to
explain,
or prove

meLand
(that she exists –

                  not a

social construction

but
a being,
not allowed
to be) 

feels like,
what
I imagine
it must
be like
to
prove,
            from the inside,
that
gayness, race, disability
are.


© cherie westmoreland

 

 

 

Moth speaks 

Moth speaks…grasses sway.
Pelican turns to advise.

 

 

Lifestyle Choice
© David McIntyre 2006

 that phrase
made all the difference. 

resonance…as
de-legitimized legitimate identity.

 if you let me
listen,
really listen,
then

composting
is not
a lifestyle choice

Imagine that I can be
(and speak) who I am.

 Ok.
I LOVE LAND.
and I talk with trees,
rocks, 
pelicans,
grasses.

And they speak back
to me.
Sometimes unsolicited.
walking
  down a tree-lined street
  they just
            start up
  a conversation. 

THERE. I’ve said it.
    It’s out there.
I am out.
of the closet.
where I have been hiding
for generations. 

while this culture
takes its turn
  ravaging

Land I Love.


© cherie westmoreland

 

 

Bare Bones

            Skeletal

© cherie westmoreland                        Resting.

 

 

discovery 

If I have
Aboriginal blood
am I
one of them?

then what, and how, do I think 
of myself?
of them?

if I am
 land,
then what, and how, do I think

of me?
of land?

 
             © cherie westmoreland

 


© deena 

rib from which I come

ancient fir
            rib
from which
I come.

graceful crane,
 wing
from which
I am born.

moth.
I am.  

 

 

perhaps energy (e.g. chi, karma, ki, prana, spirit, quantum), is all there is. 



© matt faubert

 


two tongues

can I speak in            
two tongues?

live in two worlds?                       

how   
do I speak           
my heart                
without having my
heart broken? 

 

 

 

 

NO ROOM

no room
iiiiiiiiii   innnn thiiiiiiiis ppppplllllllaaaaaaaace
 called University
(produced as rational)

no room
(for emotion)

no room
(for love of Land) 

Master's:
Everything is political.

PhD:
 Everything is constructed.

 Only by getting
away
from the Academy

 To de-construct
To (re)construct an identity
(in)struct an identity
school barely permitted
could I
come back/home
To Land

(but who says?
who do I reference?)

...please explain...explain...please...explain please...explain...please explain...please ...explain please... 

 


‘Unusual among their colleagues’

 "they were unusual among their colleagues"  
   (Schweisfurth, 2006, abstract)
the researcher claimed:
those who cared.

those who acted.
Those who
were not [tightened] by
"the tightening of curricular expectations"    (Schweisfurth, 2006, abstract)

the ‘heroes’ who
‘found’ opportunities
within the guides called
            curriculum.










 


         I. space opened


© cherie westmorland

My turn
to lead a seminar.  

"find a spot"
we instructed,  
"where nature            

is bigger than              
the city"

 our intent:
to open up
definitions of land. 

to provide space
for
non-human
animal
vegetable
and mineral bodies

to speak.


© mj barrett

     II. space closed

 closed down
by classmate 

        our request:         condescending to the city
        our language:       not post-structural 

closed down
by instructor 

land & identity:  both essentialized

 yet this
love for land -
Clothes I
wouldnot
couldnot  
(dare) not
shed.

 

 

 

 

released 

released
from chains of linear
text                                   
by hypertext.

 yet reinscribed by language,

I turn to paint
photography

and song

to pause, and
listen.  

 

 

 



who gets to be subaltern?

can the subaltern speak? (Spivak, 1988)

am I,
doctoral student,
in Love with Earth
with Land
subaltern?


© cherie westmoreland

 

 

 

Getting a Ph.D.

resisting
   desire
to
neatly fold,
put away,

name this dissertation
as done,

the knowledge
  complete.

the package
            sealed.

The stamp
  of phd
  requires

  (some degree)
of closure.

but

Porous skin
  resists closure.

             


© cherie westmoreland

I hesitate to describe this text as poetry, since to do so risks calling up particular sets of quality criteria that do not necessarily apply (see Cahnmann, 2003; Piirto, 2002). Instead, I refer to it as an expression of what emerged as I moved from one side of my office to the other – sometimes painting, sometimes writing, sometimes sitting, or dancing – coming to know in a way that enabled words and thoughts to, as Abram suggests, to "blossom out of my limbs" (2000, p. 168). This page represents both a knowledge and a knowing produced from emeshment of mind, body, spirit, experience and emotion. A knowledge that formed in the only way I could write at the time: In words tumbling down, rather than across the page.