We have been living a myth. We have constructed a dream. We have cajoled and seduced ourselves into believing we are the center of all things; with plants and other sentient beings from ants to lizards to coyotes and grizzly bears, remaining subservient to our whims, desires, and needs. This is a lethal lie that will be seen by future generations... See more
Terry Tempest Williams • The Pall Of Our Unrest
Imagine that the earth we are experiencing now is like a star.
Many of the stars we see have already died.
What we experience as that guiding bright beauty,
is the residue of something time and the eye has not caught up with.
If the apocalypse already happened,
then the talk of the end of the world is a distraction from the world that already ended.
T... See more
Many of the stars we see have already died.
What we experience as that guiding bright beauty,
is the residue of something time and the eye has not caught up with.
If the apocalypse already happened,
then the talk of the end of the world is a distraction from the world that already ended.
T... See more
Allegra Preuss • The Water in the Wood
We will be known as a culture that feared death
and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity
for the few and cared little for the penury of the
many. We will be known as a culture that taught
and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke
little if at all about the quality of life for
people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All
the world, in
... See moreTHE LEADEN EYED Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world’s sore crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden eyed. Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but they seldom reap. Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve Not that
... See moreDavid Whyte • The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America
We find speaking of the Anthropocene, even speaking in the Anthropocene, difficult. It is, perhaps, best imagined as an epoch of loss – of species, places and people – for which we are seeking a language of grief and, even harder to find, a language of hope.