Arboretum is a live tree museum out on the open. That is the definition. This Arboretum is a museum of trees of thoughts once planted and then left to their own devices to drift in the open space of web. Make of them what you will. Hopefully, there is beauty to my trees and you can enjoy them as they are meant, a meditations to help us think about the world we inhabit.
As a gardener of my Arboretum of Words, I do go around tweaking, adjusting and relocating different trees to form a pattern that is easier to appreciate. As any art, it’s in the eye of the beholder to see the beauty or the lack of it. As any attempt at philosophy, it’s a thought among many others struggling to scratch the surface of the world that is in constant flow.
On this stand you’ll find various titles outside of the fictional realm. Here some views are a bit skewed and out of order. For more orderly way of viewing you might check out our Editions to see where they are available for purchase. It’s wise to find a location near you to avoid all those gases we use when transporting goods far and wide.
Small dictionaries with explanations of meanings behind words might do wonders for our understanding of the world. Of course, any meaning is fleeting as our culture changes shape.
Willow Trees bask in the light while their branches gently reach for the ground. The world is a complex place where the interplay between different forces is always at play. To understand the world we must, much like Willow Tree, inspect the ground as much as the Sun.
We shall revisit the past and try to see how the traces of some almost forgotten choices shaped our world building views. Any work of art stands on the real world experience of its author. To see do you align with our values, you could peek and see how the experiences were interpreted by the Architect of this Arboretum.
The line between objective truth and subjective perspective might not always be decisive. Some might even argue that there is no such thing as objectiveness but we might want to hold onto it just for our sanity’s sake.
Oak Trees stand for firm tradition, for self and for family. at least they do for me. Underneath the shade that uneven leaves of oaks cast, we’ll take on the world and try to make sense of what we’re seeing.
Everyone has opinions and attitudes, they are fleeting as they can be constantly adapting to our changing environment. Even if they try to pose as objective, they fall into subjectivity tainted with the colour of our life experience.
Underneath big trees smaller plants blossom protected by the shade and provided by fallen leaves. Any pattern starts with a line. In order for us to have high complexity life, smaller forms need to thrive as well.
In the world of words, the equivalent of a dot that turns into a line would surely be a poem. Big or small, sad or joyous, poems capture light in a unique way that stands the test of time. Much like leaves preserved into a herbarium they preserve some almost forgotten moments to be experienced in the future.
Murder of Crows
Birds are mandatory ingredient of any woods be it wild or tamed because birds make it flowing with life. Crows are those birds with foul reputation that persist all through the year, through good and bad, keeping us silent company with their wisdom and eeriness of presence.
Consider these poems as a Murder of Crows flying ahead. Observing their beauty might be foul at times but wisdom is something that comes through trials not through lying in a flowery meadow with gentle shade. Bitter herbs within the grasses of greater beauty bring you insight softer plants can’t give us.
A way to express oneself by objectifying the outline of inner life for others to experience it as well.
Peek through the window of poems and feel the today.
