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end of the light.

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light to dark to light again

 leads me to beauty. 

“poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.”
-j. patrick lewis

 

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Barrow, Alaska in darkness on Monday

On Friday, the sun set for the final time in Barrow, Alaska, as the city plunges into polar darkness for the next two months and, in December, formally changes its name to Utqiaġvik, according to Alaska Dispatch News.

The next dawn in Utqiaġvik will be January 22, 2017, the first sunlight under its new name, an Inupiaq word that the wider area of Barrow has long gone by. The city of around 4,300 was incorporated in 1958 and originally took its name from nearby Point Barrow, named by a Royal Navy officer in 1825.

The city is the northernmost in the U.S. and each year spends a couple of months in darkness, owing to its position hundreds of miles north of the Arctic Circle, and about 2,000 miles northwest of Seattle.

Residents recently voted to permanently change the town’s name to honor indigenous peoples and the area’s roots. Locals seem relaxed about Barrow’s final sunset. As ADN reports, the sun “was nowhere to be seen” on Friday, and Qaiyaan Harcharek, a Barrow City Council member who led the drive to change the name, said the event didn’t have much of an effect on him.  “I didn’t put much thought to it,” Harcharek told ADN.

“hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.”

-desmond tutu

credits: alaska dispatch news, erik shilling, university of alaska- fairbanks, atlas obscura

and at long last, the light has returned once more.

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“In that distant beginning season, Sun Man’s warm magic flowed over all the land. Whenever he raised his arms, it was day. whenever he lowered them, it was night. The Bee People and the Elephant People and the Tic People loved the rhythm of Sun Man’s light. Their faces crinkled with pleasure in his heat.

But inside the dreamtime, Sun Man grew old. His back grew stiff and his knee joints ached. He rose later and later each morning. He napped soon after breakfast and went to bed in the afternoon.

“What’s going on here?” complained Grandfather Mantis. “I’m not getting heat anymore.” Grandfather Mantis sent the Bird People to find out. The Bird People returned, rumpled and solemn. Darkness was everywhere, even though it was supposed to be daytime. “Sun Man is getting old,” they explained. “This shining all the time is getting too much for him.”

“Well, I’m old,” snapped Grandfather Mantis. “Doesn’t stop me.”

His wife raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

― Carolyn McVickar Edwards, The Return of the Light

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“life itself is the best (and the only) timekeeper.” ― rasheed ogunlaru

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as i head into

day 5

still

off the

power grid

the pace of life

has

slowed

days

spent

walking

writing

reading

thinking

bathing by candlelight

catching up with friends

in the coffee shop

on the street

with

neighbors

there is a natural rhythm to it all

waking with the return of the light

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 sleeping when the dark returns once more

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it’s a peaceful and quiet existence

*

until

monday comes

and

i have to

wake up

in the pitch black

to go to school

there’s an art

to applying

makeup

by

flashlight

and

with

only

two hands

luckily

my loyal

carpool partner

has

promised

to alert me

if

 my clothes are on backwards

or

 anything looks dramatically amiss

and

i find

that

while

i

look

forward to the light

i

am

enjoying the calm

of the dark

wisely, and slow. they stumble that run fast.
William Shakespeare

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