The God of Caddisfly Larvae
Inspired by the artwork of Hubert Duprat
If animals owe nothing to art, then what are we to make of this hollow tube: a patchwork of the shapeliest stones, planorbid shells, and slivers of fish bones like spruce needles? Ethology is left hanging. Is it a work of art, an act of instinct, or an insect’s artifact? Replace these sand grains with gold. Reconsider…. Behold the oeuvre by hexapod hands, which can only be described as ruse.
The God of Star-Nosed Moles
Let’s replace our faces with a state of being. Wear intuition as an expression. Let ideas wrap a ring around the snout. Seeing is beyond light rays entering eyes. Here in the ground, vision is vestigial—redundant as close proximity. Let your senses wave like sea anemones. Make a wish on a fleck of mica. Move purposefully, somewhere between the speed of light and blinking.