I’ve been thinking about my mound again. It's kind of gone; maybe an acclimation. It may be like what we talked about in class with work as community building, as rest. I’ve been thinking about slow working as the process of reducing the mound, as a method of degrowing, deflating, and softening its components.
And so there are questions of what grows on the mound, and what dissolves or regenerates it? Is it compostable?
I came across the term guerilla grafting and thought of the possibilities of a graft not filling a noticeable void but creating a new (and different) pathway for growth (“tissues of plants are joined so as to continue their growth together”). Perhaps the inverse of extraction is a grafting rather than a filling; an action that also nests itself also into propagating. Propagation refers to that new node of growth being separated from the source to be planted or grafted. Propagation is the creation of offspring from a mother. How might we think about growth within and alongside degrowth.
In the natural as well as the built environment, positive feedback leads inexorably to change - sometimes to growth, sometimes to destruction. When growth is unbalanced, however, you can’t always tell the difference [...] On a grander scale, too, we seem to be living in an era of Windigo economics of fabricated demand and compulsive over consumption. What Native people once sought to rein in we are now asked to unleash in a systematic policy of sanctioned greed.
- Braiding Sweetgrass, 308
Mound over Mass Grave
And then we have the mound and the pastoral landscape and the neon green grass in the Windows XP defult background image, signaling the new tech frontier in California. And then we have the landfill. And the mound over a mass grave, a tumulus.
My grandparents live by a large mound in a small town. The Wikipedia page is sparse, only listing the record high and low temperatures they’ve had from 1981-2010 and five notable people, three of which are hockey players. (The other two are a writer and a curler.) On the mound there is a deteriorating stone structure we walked to once. Beside the mound is a pond with ducks and many mosquitos. The dirt road that surrounds it is the only place I’ve driven. I’ve always wanted to learn more about the mound (and why it was named that way) but I’ve only been able to find fragments. Perhaps that’s all there is, I’m just left unsatisfied.
I’m also thinking about the mound, a physically positive thing, but from what I understand, is something you want to reduce, so a negative thing. And we’re talking about moulds, which have positives and negatives. The mound and its inverse, a cavity. Both grafting (or perhaps more precisely propagation) and making moulds are about the multiplication of offspring from a mother. Again then we're back at mothers and fermentation and sourdough. But also trees and mycelial networks (mycelium transmitting distress signals and siphoning nutrients from mother tree to child tree), and fungal spores on fruiting bodies in the air we’re currently breathing.
Maybe the issue isn’t the mound itself but its consistent monumental permanence. What initially bothered me was the constant pressure. But what we’ve talked about here is the need for degrowth and regrowth, reduction and grafting. The mond needs to breath, circulate, breakdown, compost, saturate the earth and grow back. I think I can still reach it, but it’s been reshuffled and softened in slow thoughtful processes (I like to think).
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