
In the Eye of the Wild

in order to establish a link with the world beyond—an effective link, I mean. But where, towards what or whom, to direct my listening?
Nastassja Martin • In the Eye of the Wild
You might think I like it, fishing, after more than ten years’ work with hunting and fishing people—on the contrary. Especially in winter. Waiting for hours in the cold. Telling yourself they will bite, even when nothing is happening at all. Sticking at it, even when nothing goes on happening. Why does no one ever talk about this? I wonder, rebelli
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Because these dreams allow humans to choose their paths through each day, and because they give an indication of the tone of the relationships still to come. To dream with a being is to be informed.
Nastassja Martin • In the Eye of the Wild
I think of Clarence, the old Gwich’in wise man from Fort Yukon in Alaska, my friend and valued interlocutor for all the years I lived in his village. I always found it amusing when he used to tell me that everything was always “recorded” and that the forest was “informed.” “Everything is being recorded all the time,” he used to repeat. The trees, t
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I am so afraid of dreaming with, again.
Nastassja Martin • In the Eye of the Wild
“Freeing up the past of its repetition a little, this is the strange task to be performed. Freeing ourselves not of the existence of the past but from its ties: this is the strange, sorry task to be performed. Loosening a little the ties of what is past, the ties of what has passed, of what is passing: this is the simple task.”
Nastassja Martin • In the Eye of the Wild
I think of all those creatures that have plunged deep into the dark and uncharted realms of alterity and have returned metamorphosed; able to face “what’s coming” at their own pace, they go on with what’s been entrusted to them under the sea, underground, in the sky, in the lake, in the belly, in the teeth.
Nastassja Martin • In the Eye of the Wild
I do believe it’s possible to become “not I, but the wind that blows through me,” as Lowry said,
Nastassja Martin • In the Eye of the Wild
What does it mean to emerge from the abyss where uncertainty reigns and choose to build new boundaries using brand-new materials salvaged from the depths of your dreams’ unvarying darkness? From the very depths of the yawning gob of a being other than yourself?