selenekallanwriter: AURORA – The Seed The Seed – Lyrics Just…

Thursday, June 13th, 2019

selenekallanwriter:

AURORA – The Seed

The Seed – Lyrics

Just like the seed
I don’t know where to go
Through dirt and shadow I grow
I’m reaching light through the struggle
Just like the sea, I’m chasing the wonder
I unravel myself, all in slow motion.

You cannot eat money, oh no
You cannot eat money oh no
When the last tree has fallen and the rivers are poisoned, You cannot eat money oh no
You cannot eat money, oh no
You cannot eat money oh no
When the last tree has fallen and the rivers are poisoned, You cannot eat money oh no

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aspiringwarriorlibrarian: If global warming is inevitable, then I’m gonna fight for every tenth of a…

Wednesday, June 5th, 2019

aspiringwarriorlibrarian:

If global warming is inevitable, then I’m gonna fight for every tenth of a degree. If fascism is inevitable, then I’m gonna save as many people as I can. This world is turning into a horror movie? Then I’ll become the final girl.

I’m done being worn down by reality. It’s time for reality to take some wearing from me.

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crybourg: rhymeswithbacon: Not just a crime against humanity….

Wednesday, June 5th, 2019

crybourg:

rhymeswithbacon:

Not just a crime against humanity. It’s Genocide.

yeah this stuff isn’t pleasant to have on your dash but i think its unpleasant to have on my world

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I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was…

Tuesday, June 4th, 2019

I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.

Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

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4thsoul: “Then what is the answer? Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilisations…

Monday, June 3rd, 2019

4thsoul:

“Then what is the answer? Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilisations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
the least ugly faction; these evils are essential.
To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted
and not wish for evil; and not be duped
By dreams of universal justice or happiness. These dreams will
not be fulfilled.
To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear
the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand
Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars
and his history … for contemplation or in fact …
Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness,
the greatest beauty is
Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty
of the universe. Love that, not man
Apart from that, or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions,
or drown in despair when his days darken.”

— Robinson Jeffers, The Answer

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yes-lukewinter: “Every year, at leaf-fall, Pwyll and his men rode to Arberth. Riding through a…

Sunday, June 2nd, 2019

yes-lukewinter:

“Every year, at leaf-fall, Pwyll and his men rode to Arberth. Riding through a valley five valleys from home they were like an old story Taliesin would tell. And they had it in them to go with the story. They had it in them, living now, riding now to Arberth, to be a tale told by a fireside in the far past, to be a tale told by a fireside in the far future. And they would say, would sometimes say, that their only reason for being in the world was to give the world a chance to live out its own strangeness, its own danger, and its own wonder in them. And this year, reaching Arberth, that’s what they looked like. They looked like men who had survived.”

— John Moriarty, Dreamtime (1999, Lilliput Press) p.5., quoted in Kayne Coy, Place and Memory in Irish Folklore, in ‘Dark Mountain Journal: Issue 14, Terra.’ p.205.

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clouds-of-wings: In her speech to the UN, she addresses…

Saturday, June 1st, 2019

clouds-of-wings:

In her speech to the UN, she addresses detractors who scold her for not
being in school. “Some people say that we should be in school instead.
But why should we be studying for a future that soon will be no more,
and when no one is doing anything whatsoever to save that future?” […] “We have not come here to beg the world leaders to care for our future.
They have ignored us in the past and they will ignore us again,” she
said to members at the UN conference. “Since our leaders are behaving
like children, we will have to take the responsibility they should have
taken long ago.” […] Thunberg also has Asperger syndrome, which she says adds a special
intensity to her focus on this issue. When asked how the syndrome
affects her activism, she said, “It means I usually don’t enjoy
participating in the social game that the rest of you seem so fond of,
and I don’t like lying, and I see things black and white,” she told
Goodman in the interview. [x]

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“It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that society is huge and the individual is…”

Saturday, May 18th, 2019

“It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that society is huge and the individual is less than nothing. But the truth is individuals make the future, and they do it by imagining that things can be different.”

Neil Gaiman, Art Matters

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“We plot and we plan / Burning oil like the world won’t end”

Thursday, May 16th, 2019

“We plot and we plan / Burning oil like the world won’t end”

Bowery Electric, “Freedom Fighter”

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We hold these things to be true Like a flock of sparrows flying…

Wednesday, May 8th, 2019

We hold these things to be true
Like a flock of sparrows flying over you

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Audio

Saturday, May 4th, 2019

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Photo

Wednesday, April 24th, 2019

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Sigur Rós – Ágætis byrjun (1998 Demo)

Monday, April 22nd, 2019

Sigur Rós – Ágætis byrjun (1998 Demo)

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windandwater: The purest treasure mortal times afford Is…

Friday, April 12th, 2019

windandwater:

The purest treasure mortal times afford

Is spotless reputation: that away,

Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. 

–William Shakespeare, King Richard II, I.1.183-185

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windandwater: Yet one word more–grief boundeth where it…

Monday, April 8th, 2019

windandwater:

Yet one word more–grief boundeth where it falls,

Not with the empty hollowness, but weight.
I take my leave before I have begun,

For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.

–William Shakespeare, Richard II, 1.2.271-274

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“We are not very good at telling stories about a hundred people doing things or considering that the…”

Friday, April 5th, 2019

“We are not very good at telling stories about a hundred people doing things or considering that the qualities that matter in saving a valley or changing the world are mostly not physical courage and violent clashes but the ability to coordinate and inspire and connect with lots of other people and create stories about what could be and how we get there.”

Rebecca Solnit: When the Hero is the Problem

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lies: (From a comment on this.) My own response has evolved….

Friday, March 22nd, 2019

lies:

(From a comment on this.)

My own response has evolved. There’s the initial shock of learning how actually bad things are going to be, and it’s only human to react strongly and emotionally to that, especially as a parent.

But it’s important to realize, too, that life will go on. Many people’s grandkids who would otherwise have lived will probably either die or never be born because of climate change; many others will have lives that will be deeply unpleasant. But people will still be here. We’re a weedy species. Like cockroaches and starlings, we won’t vanish. An almost unthinkable number of other species probably will, but humans — at least some humans — will remain. They’ll still fall in love, share special moments, tell stories, laugh… Your grandkids probably have as good a shot at that as anyone’s. So there’s that.

Also, after the Sixth Great Extinction has run its course, a few million years from now, there will be a new flowering of species radiating their way into the vacant niches. And through all that, the silverfish probably won’t even notice, except for there having been a brief and unexplained hiccup of warmth and moisture and starchy book bindings, now passed.

For me it comes down to a choice between despair and hope. Tolkien wrote that “by 1918 all but one of my close friends were dead.” It haunted him, and he spent his life crafting a story to dramatize what he thought about how a person should respond to knowledge like that. Look at Denethor’s actions after he looks in the Palantir, versus Aragorn’s. Or look at Frodo and Sam, and their responses to Galadriel’s Mirror.

That Guardian piece I linked to isn’t giving you Lovelock’s views directly; like the Mirror of Galadriel, The Guardian is dangerous as a guide of deeds. We need to know what’s coming in order to prepare ourselves and to counter those who would mislead. But we also need to appreciate that if things are going downhill the way they appear to be, we should recognize and honor what we have today. I think that’s the point Lovelock was trying to make in that interview, though I’m not sure his interviewer really understood.

If a version of me had lived in the 1840s, and I could go back in time and talk to him, what would I tell him? Would I show him pictures of the carnage of the Civil War? Or tell him uplifting stories about the beginning of the end of slavery? Talk about the bombing of Hiroshima? Or about the landings on the Moon? What would I want him to know about the future? And if he knew what was coming, how would I want him to respond?

I think I’d want him to go bird-watching. I’d want him to walk through the forest listening for the call of an Ivory-billed Woodpecker. I’d want him to watch Carolina Parakeets at play, or stand beneath a flock of Passenger Pigeons so huge it blocked out the sun.

Everything dies. Individuals, societies, species: all of us are coming to an end. One day life itself will come to an end. It can be comforting to imagine otherwise, but that’s a fantasy.

Climate scientists and magazine writers (and programmers) aren’t necessarily the best people to advise you on how to process that knowledge. I think poets are a better source. So I re-read Tolkien. Also, thanks to despairoftranslators, I’ve been reading Owls and Other Fantasies by Mary Oliver. God, I love that book.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

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lies: Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness Every year…

Thursday, March 21st, 2019

lies:

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out

to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on

though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.

— Mary Oliver, from A Thousand Mornings

Photo by Kelly Gardner, Mississippi valley mayfly emergence, July 20, 2014.

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lies: “I’m increasingly attracted by the idea that there can be at least small pockets where life…

Wednesday, March 20th, 2019

lies:

“I’m increasingly attracted by the idea that there can be at least small pockets where life and character and beauty and meaning continue. If I could help protect one of those from destruction, maybe that would be enough. Maybe it would be more than most people do.”

paulkingsnorth from “It’s the End of the World As We Know It… And He Feels Fine.”

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heavydirtysoul-24:

Tuesday, March 19th, 2019

heavydirtysoul-24:

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