This ritual is part of a forthcoming anthology titled SPELLS,
edited by Sarah Shin and Rebecca Tamas
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"Bioluminescence is the most common form of communication on planet Earth."
edited by Sarah Shin and Rebecca Tamas
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"Bioluminescence is the most common form of communication on planet Earth."
-- Dr. Sylvia Earle, her talk at the Academy of Natural Sciences, Philadelphia
Fear of the dark motivated prehistoric human beings to
discover and invent ways of holding onto light throughout the night. We take
light bulbs and electricity for granted, but for centuries we have found many
means to harness different materials to make light: wood, animal fat, beeswax, paraffin,
gas, electricity, etc. I wrote a list of the various ways I have used or
witnessed human-made light so far in my lifetime: electric ceiling lights, floodlights,
emergency exit lights, streetlights, headlights, flashlights, lighthouses, oil
lamps, wood stoves, campfires, torches, candles, twinkling Christmas lights, etc. I took notes for the poem.
Then by candlelight, I meditated on fear of the dark. What were the reasons for our ancestors to be afraid of the dark? How have those fears transferred through the centuries to us and where do I feel it in my own body and life? Are horror movies a conduit we employ for restimulating those fears? I took notes for the poem.
Then I taped small flashlights to my shoulders and wore a
thin, colored shirt over top, glowing in the dark while meditating on photos
from the deepest parts of the oceans, where most life on Earth lives. With their bodies these creatures create
light to say Hello, to find a mate, to hunt prey, to detract from
predators. Their language of light is beyond
anything we can convey or experience on the surface of the planet. I took notes for the poem.
Then I half-filled a large bucket with sand. After securing a flashlight inside the sand,
turned on and pointing up, I filled the bucket, plunging the flashlight into
darkness. Outside in the dark of the New
Moon, I slowly removed thin layers of sand from the surface, one, layer, at, a,
time, until the faintest translucent glow appeared. I took notes for the poem.