Dear Governor Ducey,
I’m working on writing a poem for the new university
president’s installation. It might be a bit prosey. Maybe pedantic. It might
read as kind of a list of the cool things that happen a the university. One
researcher studies how mycorrhizea work with plants. Mycorrhizae are these
little filaments of fungus that grow in the soil. They have a symbiotic
relationship to the roots of trees, for example. The roots give the mushrooms
carbon. The mycorrhizae return the favor by helping the root systems absorb
water and nutrients. The mushrooms may sequester carbon into the soil. Another
researcher recently discovered how a
fungus may stop bark beetles from decimating trees. Some engineering students,
worried about climate change and about people suffocating from carbon monoxide
poisoning when cooking with traditional stoves, have invented stove that are
completely carbon neutral. One Saturday, last fall, my husband, who films the
research and art that goes on at NAU, took me to work with him. He filmed David
Williams’ art students rolling ink over woodcuts 10 feet by 8 feet with a
gigantic steam roller. The students hung
their sheet-size artwork from the buildings and from the trees. Woodcuts amongst
the woods! One of our graduates is working at the literacy center. One teaches
in Maryland. One just got a professorship in Iowa. Her mom works here in the
criminal justice department, researching borders and how they serve to
reinforce weakened nations. Another forest researcher studies why Ponderosa
trees need their space and how fire keeps them healthy. My colleagues teach the teachers at my
daughter’s school. My daughter comes home to teach me about the prominent
female poet, Adele Zumadio. One colleague writes bilingual books for kids. One
colleague finds a way to send books to kids in deportation centers. It’s not
like our research impacts each other’s research directly, but, like those
mycorrhizae in the soil, the idea of the university is that we, under the
surface, almost imperceptibly, we feed each other the carbohydrates of ideas,
the nutrients of inspiration. If you listen closely, at the ground of the
university, you can hear those tiny fibers twist together, idea building idea,
building idea.
1 comment:
This man must be made of stone, Nicole. How can he resist you?
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