The Hybrid Branch
We live in a period of hybridizations occurring in all directions, from biological mutations themselves to major environmental changes. The art world also presents these hybridizations. Today everything is amplified by technology, from poetry to bio art. In “The Hybrid Branch,” Solimán López has versioned and synthesized the poem “Pastoral” by poet John James to turn it into a hybridization, in which the words become a digital tree and the audio becomes a genetic sequence precisely from the text of the poem.
Pastoral
A peach tree in the snow. A black cloud in a peach tree in the snow.
I am talking, now, to a consultant from the online tax firm about a form that needs fixing and this flimsy piece of former wood wavers in the hand.
In the wind, in the hand. It could have made peaches, or framed a house’s bones.
Instead it serves as background for columns of numbers that signify financial decline. A real and imminent catastrophe.
It is Greek, catastrophe, meaning “downturn,” and derives primarily from theater.
A peach tree in the snow. Paper leaves in a peach tree in the snow.
Across the street, some men fell a tree, a rigid pine whose torqued enormity reminds me of the clustered redwoods lining the campus creek or logged to build Victorian structures hulking Telegraph’s curb.
They put the wood in a machine that makes wood chips. The smell of burning gas precipitates a real and imminent catastrophe.
A peach tree in the snow. Wood chips in a peach tree in the snow.
Sheep, deer, wild elk. With their antlers they terrorize the bark. Anthers. The purple flowers throw their seed and other flowers catch it.
Spent stamen, little rusted pistol. A bullet lodged in the trunk.
My daughter decapitates dandelions, cradles the heads in her hand, watches as the old ones scatter in the real and imminent wind.
They float on unimpeded in the hand, in the wind.
A peach tree in the snow. Shell casings in a peach tree in the snow.
My species is industrious, dapper and intelligent, formed in the lucid substance between the sublime and the belligerent.
Ice caps retire and slip into a warming, gorgeous sea.
We place granite on our counters, white stones in the garden. We watch the turbines turn.
A black cloud in the snow. A peach tree in a black cloud in the snow.