November 14th, 2005
a gleaner am i
glean, v.i. & t. Gather ears of corn left by reapers, gather (such remains); strip (field etc.), thus; collect in small quantities, scrape together, (news, facts, etc.) source: the concise oxford dictionary.
This weekend I watched the film “The Gleaners and I” by french filmmaker Agnes Varda. Following her attraction to “gleaning”, Varda documents various forms of the concept from people who harvest potatoes left in the field, to a famous chef who gleans produce from the countryside, to artists, and also the homeless. It is a fascinating and sometimes strange and painful journey. (Apparently I have always been a ‘gleaner’ and didn’t even know it.) It is also a commentary on the nature of overconsumption in our culture, and asks us to question ‘what is enough?’ In the end ‘the Gleaners and I’ left me grinning, (and hungry).
wanderings and things i like…
…a hike in the california hills (adding to the seed pod collection), oak trees, yellow hills against a blue sky, the smell of bay laurel under our feet
…collecting strange large ‘nuts’ that look like chesnuts but bigger
…squash and apple soup (from the Moosewood restaurant cookbook)
…new books, 52 Projects by Jeffrey Yamaguchi, Cook Until Desired Tenderness by Cleo Papanikolas, “The Spell of the Sensuous” by David Abram
…purple potatoes and small pink turnips, which I had never eaten before, from the farmer’s market. (i roasted them with thyme)
…the local satsumas are very good right now.
…decaf cappucino’s from Pete’s
…gleaning blue things found on the street.
…looking up words in the dictionary.