Boundary

Peonies are at their peak around here.

Went to the St Paul farmers' market this morning. It's sort of my spiritual centering spot here in the Twin Cities.

Right before approaching the table with the beets the woman had cut the greens off of two bunches for a shopper. I said "they don't know what they are missing" and the woman asked if I wanted them and put them into my bag. We just had about half the greens sauteed for breakfast along with scrambled eggs.

The strawberries are early this year and they weren't cheap but they are amazing. One of the joys of summer.

The freeze dried kimchi is amazing. The guy selling it is the maker and he said it just occured to him when he was freeze drying mushrooms he had foraged. Funky. Spicy. I will likely crumble it over rice.

A freind who lives in Missouri sent me this screenshot.

Saw this in a reblog from someone I follow and was completely blown away.

These two performers from another planet are incredibly talented. Microtonal guitar/bass double-neck is sort of insane. All the pedal work and looping is really effective. And the drummer is so skilled at finding balance between driving and creating space for the sounds.

I hear most people say Math Rock and you can definitely hear the through line to King Crimson and early Yes. But also the Art Punk of Devo with the absurdism (but these two are much better technically). And Free Jazz with the microtones and polyrhythms.

We have a good friend, Marc, who is from Holland. When he was growing up, his family had a "summer home" near Le Roux Bas in Southeast France (think very old, brick and stone cabin near a creek in a somewhat mountainous region). They've stayed friends with the family who bought the place 40 years ago and Marc and his wife invited us to go with them to stay there in September.

Decent haul from the Mill City farmers' market this morning. It's still May so it's a small backpack day. Those salad turnips are a variety called Hakurei and they are very mild and sweet. We will be having sauteed radish and turnip greens for a few meals this week.

From another reel of the Super8 movies we made in 1979(ish).

I thought of @hthrrloooo when listening to this episode today because he starts out reading a poem by William Stafford called A Ritual to Read to Each Other. And he goes on to talk about the connection between poetry and ritual.

"And one of the things I want to say about ritual is it's kind of like a poem. William Stafford would write a poem every morning. The first word that would come to him when he woke up, he was in a kind of a meditative state, and then the first word that came would be the beginning of a poem. He wrote a poem each day that way. He understood that being a poet, when he was awake, he was awaking into the world of poetry and his task was to catch those things that were trying to become evident, that otherwise might not be present at all."