Jen Borkowski

@jenmaicha.bsky.social

Poet, essayist, translator, etm.

Thinking of doing the most luxurious thing imaginable: spending the rest of the month wrapping things up with all of my literal and metaphorical open tabs. Then I could celebrate with a Clean Slate September.

All day it's felt like there's a bad storm about to roll in, but it's just Canadian wildfire smoke hanging low in the air, and the house shaking when the neighbors bring down a tree. A dislodged bird's nest. Small broken eggs on the patio table. Vaguely ominous day that's so far amounted to nothing.

when i said 'let’s circle back to that' i more meant, like, in a different era, a different city, another life. let's circle back to it when we're old, or maybe when we're young again...we'll circle back in vienna, or in cairo, or in those slender black cat streets of paris, streetlamps and gossip

our pasts, the present, a future to be realized, all brewing in bubbles that ebb and flow under the watchful eye of unseen servants. the past is not forgotten. it is processed. the future is not unknown for we are treating it today. we have the present. and it is all we we will ever have.

More context on this #Artemis II image: * This is the night side, lit by moonlight. You can see city lights in Spain & Portugal, & a sliver of day at lower right * The Sun is entirely behind Earth, which makes it a kind of solar eclipse, but w/ Earth doing the eclipsing instead of the Moon: ☀️🌍🚀🌕

A full disc image of Earth, as seen from the Orion Crew Module. The planet is a pale blue, swirling with white clouds and glowing slightly lighter blue in place from reflected light. At lower left, a large brown landmass is Africa, with Spain and Portugal with twinkling lights where the planet curves. At top right, auroras glow in a thin green glow, just barely separated from the planet's surface. Earth is set against the black of space (pic: NASA/R.Wiseman)

Several years ago, on a whim, I started drawing a map of an eel's life travels as seen by the eel. I figured an eel thinks about its life as a linear journey, rather than a there-and-back again adventure. So I wanted to do a map to reflect this. This morning, on another whim, I finished the map!

A long, skinny map titled: "Life and Travels of the European Eel" with a subtitle reading: "From the Eel's Perspective." A label at the bottom of the map reads: "Begin Here." The map top half of the map is an mirror copy of the bottom half.

I will put the full text of the column in the alt text in an image in the next post in the thread.

 The map goes from the bottom of the page up, starting in the Sargasso Sea. An set of arrows show the eels paths to shore, then up a river and into a marshland. The arrows continue up the page to show the eel leaving the marshland and heading back downstream, and out to sea. The land is green and verdant at the bottom of the map, because the eels migrate upstream in the spring. The land is brown and dry at the top of the map, because eels migrate downstream in the autumn.

A column of text on the side tells about the eels' journeys and changes. It is more text than I can relate in the space allowed here. Each paragraph has an arrow pointing up to the next one, and they are designed to be read from the bottom of the page going upwards.

Also decided to start my month of joy and courage early. (Why wait?) Brought some essay drafts out to a microbrewery to enjoy a French pilsner while I read and make notes. The TV behind the bar is playing the eagle cam livestream from Duke Farms. Nest of weird little hatchings. This is perfect.

I read the NYT piece, and I am holding onto the words of a woman who fended off inappropriate advances from a 60-year-old Cesar Chavez at the age of 19. “It makes you rethink in history all those heroes,” Esmeralda Lopez said. “The movement — that’s the hero.”