{"id":5137,"date":"2025-03-25T15:00:04","date_gmt":"2025-03-25T15:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rochelleowens.net\/new\/?page_id=5137"},"modified":"2025-03-25T15:00:04","modified_gmt":"2025-03-25T15:00:04","slug":"solarpoetics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/rochelleowens.net\/new\/index.php\/solarpoetics\/","title":{"rendered":"Solarpoetics"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wpb-content-wrapper\">[vc_row css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1742914303900{margin-top: 25px !important;}&#8221;][vc_column]<figure class=\"vcex-image vcex-module wpex-mb-30\"><div class=\"vcex-image-inner wpex-relative wpex-inline-block\"><img width=\"315\" height=\"350\" src=\"https:\/\/rochelleowens.net\/new\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/solarpoetics2.jpg\" class=\"vcex-image-img wpex-align-middle\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" srcset=\"https:\/\/rochelleowens.net\/new\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/solarpoetics2.jpg 315w, https:\/\/rochelleowens.net\/new\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/solarpoetics2-270x300.jpg 270w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 315px) 100vw, 315px\" \/><\/div><\/figure><style>.vcex-heading.vcex_6a21d9ea53a4e{color:#000000;font-size:24px;font-weight:700;}<\/style><h1 class=\"vcex-heading vcex-heading-plain vcex-module wpex-text-balance wpex-heading wpex-text-2xl wpex-mb-0 vcex_6a21d9ea53a4e\"><span class=\"vcex-heading-inner wpex-inline-block\">Solarpoetics<\/span><\/h1>[vc_column_text css=&#8221;&#8221; bottom_margin=&#8221;30px&#8221; color=&#8221;#000000&#8243; font_size=&#8221;14px&#8221;]1<\/p>\n<p>Wyh do we udnersntad a txet eevn fi the letetrs<br \/>\naer in dsiordre<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter A<br \/>\nlike a membrane<br \/>\nmelliferous the animal flesh<br \/>\nbread baking butchery<\/p>\n<p>Alphabet of blood and ash<br \/>\nLitanie incantation<br \/>\nfrom the back part of her throat<br \/>\nsalt for the stew salt<br \/>\nfor the bread<\/p>\n<p>Sings the poet maudite<\/p>\n<p>When I in my youth<br \/>\nstrolled in a blue wool dress<br \/>\nI strolled in a circle<br \/>\nof blue<\/p>\n<p>2<\/p>\n<p>The reading brain the eyes moving constantly<br \/>\nwhile reading<\/p>\n<p>*<br \/>\nThe letter B<br \/>\nwhen black letters of fire<br \/>\npatterns of animus across<br \/>\nthe landscape<\/p>\n<p>The place in the distance<\/p>\n<p>Where the air<br \/>\nsmells of poisoned rain<br \/>\ntake one step after<br \/>\nthe other<\/p>\n<p>Where you do not want to go<\/p>\n<p>An amalgam of words<br \/>\nin sequential order here where<br \/>\nyou walk ahead stop<br \/>\nraise your eyes<\/p>\n<p>3<\/p>\n<p>We identify only ten or twelve letters quick jumps<br \/>\nthree or four letters left and seven or eight letters right<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter C circles<br \/>\nzigzags animates the plaster<br \/>\ndeath cast a solitary<br \/>\nworkwoman then<\/p>\n<p>From the back part of her throat<\/p>\n<p>When I in my youth in a blue wool dress<br \/>\nI strolled among maidens monks<br \/>\nand birds I strolled in wind<br \/>\ncold and heat<\/p>\n<p>Across green volcanic hills<\/p>\n<p>There In shadows haze smoke<br \/>\nin three dimensional space<br \/>\npiles of charred human<br \/>\nand animal bones<\/p>\n<p>4<\/p>\n<p>The history of the neurology of reading<br \/>\nthe existence of a visual center<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter D whispered<br \/>\nin the dismal quarter where<br \/>\nabsence of a picture the green<br \/>\nvolcanic hills<\/p>\n<p>Grain grape bread wine<\/p>\n<p>The story of the shepherdess<br \/>\nstaged and scripted sub-plots there<br \/>\nin a bucolic setting our lady grows<br \/>\nout of a mound of dirt<\/p>\n<p>Her rose-bud mouth a crooked line<\/p>\n<p>A breast vein as thick as a finger<br \/>\nthe wedding feast bread and meat<br \/>\nyellow sulfurous a plume<br \/>\nof smoke<\/p>\n<p>5<\/p>\n<p>Some written words lit up or hidden among<br \/>\ngeometric forms<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter E<br \/>\nelaborate the graphic design<br \/>\nchasms and fissures<br \/>\nin the earth<\/p>\n<p>Our lady grows out of rotting meat<\/p>\n<p>Sings the poet maudite<br \/>\nI in my youth concealed and disguised<br \/>\nwalked in three dimensional<br \/>\nspace<\/p>\n<p>Heat cold wind water<\/p>\n<p>Data science<br \/>\npain fear phobia multimedia<br \/>\nexhibitions photographic art illustrations<br \/>\nthe ritual of baking bread<\/p>\n<p>6<\/p>\n<p>Yeast spores are ubiquitous in air and on<br \/>\nthe surface of grain<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter F<br \/>\nthe preserved body rotates forms<br \/>\nsweet bacteria then the skin<br \/>\nof the fingertips<\/p>\n<p>Chemical molecular where<\/p>\n<p>In a circle they joined hands<br \/>\nruiners and destroyers engulf and consume<br \/>\nvictims and executioners ooze out<br \/>\nthe urge<\/p>\n<p>Staged and scripted sub-plots<\/p>\n<p>Genesis to revelation<br \/>\nin elaborate letters shift twist and slant<br \/>\ndisease famine torture war<br \/>\nearth air fire water<\/p>\n<p>7<\/p>\n<p>Everything begins in the retina<br \/>\nten years of research on the reading brain<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter G a graphic design<br \/>\nsight touch listen the sound<br \/>\nof grinding corn the smell<br \/>\nof bread baking<\/p>\n<p>Then she brews tea over a fire<\/p>\n<p>There in reddish violet light<br \/>\nviolet light a jagged black line zigzags<br \/>\na graphic design the head covered<br \/>\nwith a hood<\/p>\n<p>identity unknown tree rope grain<\/p>\n<p>The air smells of smoked meat<br \/>\nhis mouth waters taste buds pulsate<br \/>\nfrom a gap a fissure<br \/>\na flow of hormonal forces<\/p>\n<p>8<\/p>\n<p>Begin to understand<br \/>\nthe nature of the leavening process<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter H<br \/>\ncatches in the throat then she steps<br \/>\nbackwards and flings<br \/>\na handful of earth beyond the edges<\/p>\n<p>Of a page you hear a hollow sound<\/p>\n<p>The dry external covering<br \/>\nof an ear of corn then stepping forwards<br \/>\nshe scatters letters cut out from<br \/>\nthe skull spine bones<\/p>\n<p>The form of a human body<\/p>\n<p>When I in my youth<br \/>\nin a blue wool dress I strolled<br \/>\nin a circle of blue<br \/>\nsings the poet Maudite<\/p>\n<p>9<\/p>\n<p>The cerebral cortex a sliver of brain<br \/>\nbarely thicker than a credit card<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter I vertical<br \/>\nunder an occult sky once upon<br \/>\na time I sat cross-legged<br \/>\nin the crotch of a tree<\/p>\n<p>Grape wine grain bread<\/p>\n<p>From roots of plants<br \/>\nthat bear the grain in darkness<br \/>\nlight heat cold focus on<br \/>\na common scene<\/p>\n<p>Chasms in the fissured earth<\/p>\n<p>The story of the baker<br \/>\na set of skills in sequential order<br \/>\nthe finished loaf A to Z<br \/>\nin place and space<\/p>\n<p>10<\/p>\n<p>Recognize in some dozens of milliseconds<br \/>\na written word<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter J the shape<br \/>\nof a hook and on the hook<\/p>\n<p>the butcher&#8217;s coat<br \/>\nwind heat cold drought<\/p>\n<p>Blood and mud flows out<br \/>\nof the right sleeve<\/p>\n<p>One animal<br \/>\ngut head and tail measure<br \/>\nbody length jaws claws<br \/>\ndiameters of holes<\/p>\n<p>The zones of inclusion exclusion<\/p>\n<p>Salt for the stew salt for the bread<br \/>\nonce upon a time my mother<br \/>\nwas sold from me when I<br \/>\ncould but crawl<\/p>\n<p>11<\/p>\n<p>Dispatches from the frontiers<br \/>\nof neuroscience<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The letter K stands apart<br \/>\nlike a barley plant<br \/>\nin three dimensional space<br \/>\nthe dry external covering<\/p>\n<p>A snarl of fibrous hairs<\/p>\n<p>Drifting in circles<br \/>\nwind heat cold drought<br \/>\nand dead white the barley plant<br \/>\ncut down<\/p>\n<p>Deboned and buried<\/p>\n<p>Then the reading brain<br \/>\nfollows one letter after another<br \/>\nbeyond the edges<br \/>\nof a page<\/p>\n<p>One millionth one millionth of a second<br \/>\nan episode[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[vc_row css=&#8221;.vc_custom_1742914303900{margin-top: 25px !important;}&#8221;][vc_column][vc_column_text css=&#8221;&#8221; bottom_margin=&#8221;30px&#8221; color=&#8221;#000000&#8243; font_size=&#8221;14px&#8221;]1 Wyh do we udnersntad a txet eevn fi the letetrs aer in dsiordre * The letter A like a membrane melliferous the animal flesh bread baking butchery Alphabet of blood and ash Litanie incantation from the back part of her throat salt for the stew salt 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