Essential Shore / Permeable Future

Essential Shore / Permeable Future

As most of you know by now, Pierre left us on February 26th. It’s now mid-April, and I can’t say it’s getting any easier. The waves of grief still surge with great intensity—but, as he instructed us:

not to worry:
you had your birth
given you / you
will be
given your death —

in between
keep moving


Pierre Joris (1946-2025)

And so, we move on—back to the work he so fully supported us in doing. A few weeks ago, I wrote this blog reflecting on our Domopoetics—e.i. our shared life & collaboration—& posted photos about his earthing here.
Before he passed, Pierre had completed two books that will be published as follow:

Fall 2025: Poasis II: Selected Poems 2000–2024 (Wesleyan University Press, 2026)
Early 2026: In Between Keep Moving: A Pierre Joris Reader — edited by Ariel Resnikoff & Pierre Joris (Contra Mundum Press, 2026)
Many gatherings, readings, conferences, & celebrations of Pierre’s life and work are currently being scheduled. I’ll continue to share updates as more details come in.

Meanwhile, let me share a personal update that’s very dear to me. It is such an honor to be among the artists selected for:

Essential Shore / Permeable Future
Bay Ridge Public Art & Ecology Biennial

April 19 – June 21, 2025
Curated by Jennifer McGregor

Opening Reception Saturday April 19 , 3:00 – 6:00
the Gallery opens for viewing 12:00

Stand4 Gallery 
414 78th Street
Bay Ridge, Brooklyn New York 11209 US MAP

Participating Artists:
Cynthia AlbertoGraciela CasselBetsy DamonThomas GallagherSunk Shore: Clarina Mac Low and Carolyn HallJan MunAngel Nevarez/Valerie TevereSeema Lisa PandyaNicole PeyrafitteAnna Bessie Ratner (The Other Almanac), Hannah SalyerBrooke Singer.

When I was invited to submit a project for the Essential Shore / Permeable Future exhibition, I knew it had to be compatible with our current domopoetic life—which had come to include serious health challenges. It had to be something rooted in care, resilience, & presence—something that could fold within the unpredictable, fragmented rhythm of our days, & it did.

The title of my piece is Amor de Lohn: Calidris maritima (Love from Afar: Purple Sandpipers). It is part of my ongoing Bird State project, & this iteration focuses on the presence of a colony of High-Arctic breeders that winter along Shore Road & Gravesend Bay, just steps from our home. For years, the Purple sandpipers’ return has been a quiet source of strength for me. Documenting them—through photography, video, writing, and drawing—became a practice I could sustain in brief, nourishing moments, attuned to the tide, the weather, and the shifting rhythm of our days, all while staying close to Pierre.

For years, we observed, counted, & loved “the Purples” together. This year, he couldn’t go see them—but I brought them to him. He watched the videos, saw the painting in progress, read the early text drafts, the photos, & what would become the exhibition poster. He was proud, supportive, encouraging, & wanted me to carry on —I promised I would.

This work is dedicated to Pierre, with all the love that shaped it.

Photo by Betsy Damon

Website for the exhibition & programming is here but here are the events I will be part of:

— May 3rd : I will lead a Bird Tour on NYC Ferry  (details coming soon)
— June 11 : Part of the Film Screening at Alpine Cinema (evening)

I am deeply grateful to Jennifer McGregor (curator) & Jeannine Bardo (gallery director) for their supportive, loving & caring curation through such a challenging time.
I hope to see you at the opening, but if you can’t make it, let me know & we’ll find another day to go together.

 Resist! Persit & Care!
Nicole

Unfathomable Sadness/Emptiness

Unfathomable Sadness/Emptiness

Pierre Joris: July 14, 1946 – February, 26 2024

My husband, my collaborator, the soulful father, stepfather & brother, —our poet– left our material world on Wednesday, February 26.
He passed very peacefully at our home in Brooklyn, Bay Ridge—just as he wished—held by the ones he loved and who loved him so deeply. Pierre was born in Strasbourg on July 14, 1946. Though a Luxembourgish citizen, Pierre was born in Strasbourg, where his parents were living while his father completed his medical studies.

Almost a month has passed, but the absence is still vast & unfathomable. Our lives were so deeply entwined. I’m not expecting to feel better any time soon, but I will ride the wave of grief as it comes.

On February 28, we held his earthing ceremony at Green-Wood Cemetery. With less than 24 hours’ notice, we were so moved to see a group of at least 70—several generations of friends from now & then, many poets—waiting for us at the gates of Green-Wood, gathered on a sunny, crisp morning to accompany him to the resting place he had chosen. Charles Bernstein, Tracy Grinnell, Randall Horton, Yasmine Seale, Joseph Mastantuono, Miles Joris-Peyrafitte, & I read poems. Marty Ehrlich closed our ceremony with a soulful rendition of Monk’s Mood. In the afternoon, more joined us at Sunny’s Bar in Red Hook—a place he loved—to raise a glass in his honor.

I met Pierre in California, at the home of the wonderful German writer Reinhard Lettau. I was 29. Recently divorced, raising my 7-year-old son, Joseph. I always wanted a life without boundaries between art and domesticity. That’s how our Domopoetics came to be. We had amazing role models—primarily Diane & Jerry Rothenberg, and also, very present at that time, Eleanor & David Antin.

When Pierre was offered a position at SUNY Albany, we moved to New York State. That’s where Miles was born—into the Domopoetic nest the three of us had started to build.

Pierre was—and will always be—an integral part of my becoming. I was fortunate to share 35 years with him. Such deep communion is the gift that lives within this deep grief. He was a loving soul dedicated to his family & to his craft beyond measure.

Our Domopoetics was part of our daily life, it also took shape through performances, presentations, talks, translations, cooking (watch our cooking videos during covid here) , & giving poetry readings. The most expansive iterations were presented at Galerie Simoncini (Luxembourg) in 2017 and 2021. Each time, we were given carte blanche and all three floors of the gallery to create site-specific installations and to present new work and performances developed especially for the space.

Traveling together was a frequent part of our shared life & work. I prepared & ran the visual components for Pierre’s presentations—on Paul Celan, whose complete oeuvre he translated into English, & on Poems for the Millennium, the anthology series he co-edited: two volumes with Jerome Rothenberg & one with Habib Tengour. These events took place at some of the most prestigious universities & cultural institutions. I listened to these talks countless times, yet I learned something new at every single one. I also illustrate &/or made the cover many of many of his books.

Pierre’s thinking was brilliant & far-reaching—rooted in serious, rigorous scholarship, yet always infused with wit & sharp insight. His restless, searching spirit was—and will always be—my guide, my grounding force. Not a memory, but a presence. & from the many messages I’ve received, I know he inspired & continues to enlighten many others.

Before he passed, Pierre had completed two books that will be published as follow:
Fall 2025: Poasis II: Selected Poems 2000–2024 (Wesleyan University Press, 2026)
Early 2026: In Between Keep Moving: A Pierre Joris Reader — edited by Ariel Resnikoff & Pierre Joris (Contra Mundum Press, 2026)
Many gatherings, readings, conferences, & celebrations of Pierre’s life & work are in the process of being scheduled. I’ll continue to share updates through his social media & ours as this unfolding continues.

Our family is profoundly grateful for the outpouring of love & sympathy we’ve received. So many of you have shared stories, memories, & reflections—each one a thread in the vast fabric of connection that Pierre wove throughout his life. He would have been astonished. Truly—he never believed he made such an impact. But oh, how deeply he did!

We are determined to carry his œuvre forward, to make it known & let it bloom across generations & countries. Meanwhile read Pierre’s books and visit his webpage !
to be continued…..

Obit in the NYTimes

Poetry Project : Domopoetics Karstic Actions/Works

Poetry Project : Domopoetics Karstic Actions/Works

February 28, 2024 event at the Poetry Project, NYC .

On 02/28/2024 Pierre & I had a wonderful time presenting Domopoetics: Karstic Action/Works at The Poetry Project. We weaved & braided our individual & shared travails. Domopoetics is the name we give to 34 years of daily practices in transforming & intertwining our lives & works, be it through writing, painting, video, physical conditioning, cooking & all other shared household activities. Karstic refers to the geological phenomena of dissolution & transformation at work in the formation of superficial or underground limestone topographies. Here it is taken literally & figuratively as nature & cave explorations are an important part of our process.

Featuring a guest introduction by Urayoán Noel —who was a tough act to follow. This is the best intro we could have had! Thank you dear Ura!

Thank you  Keir GoGwilt for your inspiring & soulful improvised music.

Thank you all for coming, we were overwhelmed by the crowed room filled with a great mix of old & younger friends. 
 
If you missed it below is the Livestream of the event:

Thank you: Miles Joris-Peyrafitte, SiuLi & Chris GoGwilt for the photos.

Sympoietic Walk/Shop Report

Sympoietic Walk/Shop Report

On October 28 2023 I lead a Sympoietic Walk/shop thru Constitution Marsh. We were blessed by a sunny, warm, gorgeous fall day. I left Brooklyn at 7am and after a smooth ride among the fall foliage along Palisades Parkways I arrived early as I wanted to take in the marsh before the group gathered. I was greeted by a dozen wild turkeys, and shortly after by the lovely Lucy Oakes, the Educator-Naturalist of Constitution Marsh. Our group of participants gathered on time in the exhibition room, where a large screen showed my short slide-show introduction before walking up to the trail and embarking on our silent walk. Below is a summary of my presentation and my report of the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Presentation material & background:

I like to take the term Sympoiesis —or “making-with” — quite literally, so while researching how to present what I thought would be a meaningful land acknowledgment I came across a 1685 map that listed in detail the native tribes of the area.

I shared the map with poet Mary Newell, who lives in the area, had introduced me to Constitution Marsh & attended the walk. As we exchanged information around the area Mary shared the land acknowledgment suggested to her by Evan T. Pritchard, a Micmac scholar and author of the must-read book, Native New Yorkers : The Legacy of the Algonquin People of New York.

“I acknowledge the former inhabitants of this land, the Nochpeem ( a “misty place” sachemdom (nation) of the Wappingers Confederacy, especially the Kestkistkonk people,  (prominent sun mountain / principle place near the mountains) who cared for the land around what is now Garrison. I honor their enduring presence and their descendants and emulate their ways of enacting a vital connection to the living earth”  

 

Geological Information:

Even though it was just a quick overview of the geological layout of the regionI wanted to convey a sense of how ancient this land formation is. Constitution Marsh is part of the Hudson Highlands State Park. The bedrock of the Highlands is part of the Reading Prong and more than a billion years old, formed during the Grenville Orogeny. It represents the very core of the Appalachian range, which has been formed by successive mountain-building events (orogenies). The Grenville orogeny was a long-lived Mesoproterozoic mountain-building event associated with the assembly of the supercontinent Rodinia. I have long been fascinated looking at formations that not only pre-date our current earth configuration, but three “shapings” before ours! Also shown on the map is the appearance of fauna & flora, including us in the upper right edge — and not to scale!

I concluded the short presentation with a few words about the Hudson River, basically reading the slide below. I will expand here on my relationship to the river: I have lived in New York State since 1992 and always close to the River. From 1992-2007 in Albany, N.Y.; then in 2007 I moved to Bayridge, 5 blocks from the Verrazano Narrows and now, since 2009, to a place looking directly at the Narrows. Looking at rivers is always potent and mesmerizing. I grew up at the foot of the highest Pyrenean mountain peaks, and as a child I was spellbound by the streams rushing  through my hometown. These loud, powerful streams came from all the way “up there,” i.e., the high mountains weighing down on us and rushing to the Ocean… To the sea! At that time the sea felt so faraway and the rivers’ journey triggered profound feelings of speed, motion and possibilities. Gazing intensely at currents pulled me in, but at the same time out of, what I felt was, a very claustrophobic upbringing & geography. When we would travel to the big town of Toulouse, by car or train, and would cross or drive along the river Garonne, I would ask my mother if it was the same river as “ours”, and  she would answer: “Yes! It is, but many tributaries feed it along the way.” To this day I still have vivid memories about carefully drawing all tributaries of the Garonne on my geography notebook in elementary school and grasping that “we” were at the beginning of its 529km (329 miles) journey gave me an insight that never left me. 

The goal of the walk was for everyone to grasp, receive and make-with this majestic environment, or in other words: to “apprehend” the more-than-human locale in the first etymological sense of the word which is “grasping with the senses or the mind”.

The Walk:

Off we went.  My response-ability as the group leader was severalfold. Firstto be mindful of the safety of the group. As I mentioned aboveour walk was going to be silent, unless there were emergencies. We were a small group and decided to stay together until we reached the boardwalk. Lucy walked out front and I closed the walk. We would point out birds or communicate by simple eye contact & facial expression. Once we reached the boardwalk some of us waded thru the marshes, while others stayed on benches and drew, painted, looked at samples of plants, took photos. I noticed everyone settled with some silent activities so I proceeded to make the full round of the boardwalk, knowing I would get wet. In some areas the water was halfway up my calves so I got wet but didn’t mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walking slowly and mindfully through the flooded marshes during peak high tide brought a tranquil internal force. This potent sensation was generated by the Atlantic Ocean’s upstream influx and at the same time by the mighty stream coming down from the Adirondacks. As the tide is felt all the way to Troy NY, the Native names reveal these movements:  one Iroquois name is  Cahohatatea, “river that comes from the mountains”  — most likely above Troy; then it becomes Muh-he-kun-ne-tuk for the Mohicans, Shatemuc for the Lenape of Manhattan and both these names means “river that flows both ways.” 

So here I was walking  among alevins, varieties of fading and decaying vegetation, above and around crows, a great blue heron, a great egret, cormorants, and many other birds slicing thru the blue sky, all accompanied by the sound track of the gentle breeze thru the cattails and on occasion a very loud intrusion by the Amtrak train and, even more intrusivethe echo of West Point Academy testing out their mikes for whatever event was about to start. I practiced keeping the internal tranquil force, treating the “disturbances”as part of the sympoiesis of the moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I returned to the group & before hiking back to the center I pulled out my traveling drum & oyster shells for a moment of tuning & toning together. I like bouncing the shell on the drum, I don’t know if it is an ancient custom or not but I started doing it when I played the drum for Betsy Damon’s performance a couple of years ago. Betsy, a very early eco-feminist activist, taught me a lot about water. Every collaboration or visit with her is a teaching moment. In her book Water Talks she writes: Creativity is an ever-flexible, expansive process available to everyone — not only all humans, but also the entire living universe.” And during lectures and conversation she often repeats: “listen to the water,” “water is our teacher.” So bouncing the shell on the drum becomes a very organic drumming experience, which I can’t really describe. All I know is that the experience integrates my body and my mind the way my Karstic-Actions do (see the Karstic-Action “Be Like Water here.) I passed the drum around and before we knew it we were all engaged in some drumming or, clapping, dancing in a round, deep breaths in, deep breaths out….all self generated organic movements. We then gathered and took the trail again, still mostly in silence.

Back:

Once we reached the Audubon Center, we regathered around the table after a little personal break and one after the others we shared our experiences.

I am encouraging the participants to write their own accounts (please send it if you want me to publish it or write in the comment box) as I certainly don’t want to speak for them. HoweverI have a sense from what came out of the conversations that the experience was positive. Remaining silent during the walk was mentioned and appreciated as a factor of switching the energy and allowing a different focus. It does, and it allows to make other sensorial connections that are by-passed by the constant use of language.  They also mentioned that they touched more.” By by-passing language, physical presence & gaze become different. May I suggest that they become literately more mindful? But this is for another essay and to be continued. 

 

I am very grateful to the Constitution Marsh Audubon Center and Sanctuary to have given me this opportunity. Thank you, Rebecca Schultz (director) and Lucy Oakes (Educator-Naturalist and our gracious hosts), Mary Newell who introduced me to the Marsh and last, but certainly not least, to the spirited participants. Their genuine, sympoietic engagement & contribution allowed us to becomewith and -through each other. 

Watching the tide rise

 

Art work and photos by participants

Caitlin’s drawing

Geri’s plain-air painting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lucy’s Photos

 

 

 

 

A Sympoietic Workshop through Constitution Marsh

A Sympoietic Workshop through Constitution Marsh

Join me for a A Sympoietic Walk/Shop through Constitution Marsh Audubon Sanctuary on Saturday October 28 at 10-1pm.
Constitution Marsh Audubon Center and Sanctuary is a unique and beautiful tidal marsh located in Putnam County, New York, and serves as vital natural habitat in the Hudson River Estuary. It is situated on the east shore of the Hudson River, just south of the village of Cold Spring.
Follow the link below to sign up:
https://tickets.audubon.org/…/71ed671a-1a82-1952-817e…

 

A Sympoietic Workshop through Constitution Marsh
Photography, Drawing, & Writing led by Nicole Peyrafitte

October 28th, 2023 10:00am to 1:00pm

Sympoiesis or “making-with” is a term used by Donna Haraway, the feminist philosopher of science, who has been calling for an interspecies symbiosis. Join us at Constitution Marsh, exploring a more intimate relationship with the natural world.

Nicole is an eco-feminist artist, engaging with art’s healing response-ability practice. Humans and other-than-humans: we are inextricably linked, and her projects are a continuous investigation engaging with and emphasizing these relationships.

Suggested Material & Equipment to bring:

  • Small notebook
  • Pencils/pens
  • Camera
  • Snacks/Water/Tick repellent/ Sunscreen
  • Small musical instrument
  • Good hiking shoes – we will be walking and the terrain is rough until we get to the boardwalk. Due to all of the recent rain, please be prepared for the wet and soggy grounds.
 

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