Lantern has just released its rumination on Circle to ring in the Summer. This issue mingles music, poetry, short stories, essays, photography, installation-art, intricate design, and philosophy in the contemplation of Circle in a way only Lantern can.
BLS is proud to have one of its defining pieces of work published in this issue. Radix is a project nearly a year in the conception and design–a codification of the principles of Cartesian Eco-FemDarkanism that flourishes on our strongest roots. We grew every aspect of the project from the ground up with a significant contribution of design and vision by Charlie from LIONarchitecture. The strength of Radix is borne of a sincere and persistent collaboration–each piece went through a dozen versions as we breathed life into the images and text. We believe digging and cultivation requires cooperation, and Radix and Cartesian Eco-FemDarkanism are our greatest offers of proof. Engage these pieces, and they will engage you.
In the process of collaborating with Lantern on this issue, I was inspired by the work of Gaston Bachelard in his book The Poetics of Space. Bachelard describes poetry–and, I believe, other artistic expression–as providing a connection to another, timeless existence. He thought of poetic imagery specifically as a sort of real manifestation of the soul–as the “physical evidence” of the existence of something significant at the intersection of heart and mind that offers a sort of shock to the system when encountered. Such forms of open expression are powerful roots that form deeply important connections between each other, the place we live, and the work we do to cultivate life. In the spirit of that connection, I created [r:]EVOLUTION in Ten, a written reflection of the past ten years of my life, which is also in the Summer issue.
With this issue of Lantern in hand, you can:
. . . hear the sound of circle;
. . . dwell in the space between the spheres of earth and sky;
. . . writhe in the circuit of a feedback loop;
. . . travel east over a long arc west;
. . . find your essence in the boiling concavity of the crucible;
. . . stand in the fragile quiet of remembrance;
. . . see the line, in perspective, disappear in its arced trajectory;
. . . test the rings of water’s formless foundation;
. . . ride this planet in thoughtful [r]evolution; and
. . . let the circle improve the line.