earthweal weekly challenge: A BIODIVERSE POETRY

 

Our thriving world Is that which affords the element without which there would be no words, no earthweal, no living poetry.

Biodiversity is “The fruit of billions of years of evolution, shaped by natural processes and, increasingly, by the influence of humans. It forms the web of life of which we are an integral part and upon which we so fully depend. It also encompasses the variety of ecosystems such as those that occur in deserts, forests, wetlands, mountains, lakes, rivers, and agricultural landscapes. In each ecosystem, living creatures, including humans, form a community, interacting with one another and with the air, water, and soil around them.” (The Convention on Biological Diversity, CBD (2020) 108.)

The loss of biodiversity is the shadow twin of climate change and a threat of equal magnitude.

In May 2019, the Intergovernmental Science-Policy Platform on Biodiversity and Ecosystem Services (IPBES) published its landmark Global Assessment Report on Biodiversity and Ecosystem Services. It triggered headlines around the world when it reported that 1 million species of plants and animals are now threatened with extinction. It was a wake-up call to a crisis facing biodiversity and nature’s contributions to people.

Other key findings of the report:

  • More than 40% of amphibian species, almost 33% of reef forming corals and more than a third of all marine mammals are threatened.
  • At least 680 vertebrate species had been driven to extinction since the 16th century and more than 9% of all domesticated breeds of mammals used for food and agriculture had become extinct by 2016, with at least 1,000 more breeds still threatened.
  • Three-quarters of the land-based environment and about 66% of the marine environment have been significantly altered by human actions. On average these trends have been less severe or avoided in areas held or managed by Indigenous peoples and Local Communities.
  • More than a third of the world’s land surface and nearly 75% of freshwater resources are now devoted to crop or livestock production.
  • The value of agricultural crop production has increased by about 300% since 1970, raw timber harvest has risen by 45% and approximately 60 billion tons of renewable and nonrenewable resources are now extracted globally every year – having nearly doubled since 1980.
  • Land degradation has reduced the productivity of 23% of the global land surface, up to US$577 billion in annual global crops are at risk from pollinator loss and 100-300 million people are at increased risk of floods and hurricanes because of loss of coastal habitats and protection.
  • In 2015, 33% of marine fish stocks were being harvested at unsustainable levels; 60% were maximally sustainably fished, with just 7% harvested at levels lower than what can be sustainably fished.
  • Plastic pollution has increased tenfold since 1980, 300-400 million tons of heavy metals, solvents, toxic sludge and other wastes from industrial facilities are dumped annually into the world’s waters, and fertilizers entering coastal ecosystems have produced more than 400 ocean ‘dead zones’, totaling more than 245,000 square kilometers— a combined area greater than that of the United Kingdom.

“Ecosystems, species, wild populations, local varieties and breeds of domesticated plants and animals are shrinking, deteriorating or vanishing. The essential, interconnected web of life on Earth is getting smaller and increasingly frayed,” said Joseph Settele of the Helmholtz Centre for Environmental Research and an IPES conference presenter. “This loss is a direct result of human activity and constitutes a direct threat to human well-being in all regions of the world.”

We’ve talked a lot about climate change here but the crisis partnering with it is a plummeting decline in biodiversity.  Climate change is one driver of biodiversity loss, but right now the bigger factor is human destruction of habitat by farming, mining, fishing and logging, by pollution and introduction of alien species.

There are two global pacts addressing climate change and biodiversity loss, but until now the climate change agreement has received most of the limelight. The 2021 climate change conference in Glasgow kicks off later this month and will see thousands of climate scientists, activists, heads of state, and multinational corporations attending.  The 15th annual meeting of the Convention on Biological Diversity was this week, with about 500 convening in Kunming, China, and another 1,500 participats online. Member countries pledged to increase funding for research into threats to the world’s plants, animals and ecosystems. The Convention is designed to protect global biodiversity and share its benefits equitably. This week it noted that member states had failed to meet 10-year goals of the 2010 framework and adopted more aggressive goals for conservation, ecological restoration and sustainable use.

(The United States is not a participant in Convention. For three decades, Republicans in the Senate have blocked ratification of the treaty because they say it would require that the United States bring its laws and regulations into conformity with global standards and infringe upon U.S. sovereignty. As an observer, the United States can send a delegation to the conference in Kunming and make statements, but it can’t vote on updates. The U.S. joins just three other countries who are also non-participants – Andorra, Iraq and Somalia.)

Many believe the time is overdue to begin tackling climate change and biodiversity loss in one effort. “When you have two concurrent existential crises, you don’t get to pick only one to focus on — you must address both no matter how challenging,” said Brian O’Donnell, director of the Campaign for Nature, an advocacy group. “This is the equivalent of having a flat tire and a dead battery in your car at the same time. You’re still stuck if you only fix one.”

Summing up at this week’s conference, Anne Larigauderie, ecologist and IPBES executive secretary, stressed the urgency of the moment. “We really don’t have a lot of time. Those 10 years are very crucial between now and 2030,” she urged, expressing her hope that the scientific basis offered by the IPBES reports could “enable governments to make an ambitious framework to preserve biodiversity moving forward.”

A copy of the IPBES assessment report is available here.

I’ve been puzzling how to make biodiversity the subject of an earthweal challenge. I’ve been reading Richard Powers’ new novel Bewilderment, the follow-up to his wildly acclaimed The Overstory. Powers says the writing of that book was transformative. He moved to the Great Smoky Mountains and become what a I would call biodiverse. He said in an interview with Ezra Klein,

I think what was happening to me at that time, as I was turning outward and starting to take the non-human world seriously, is my sense of meaning was shifting from something that was entirely about me and authored by me outward into this more collaborative, reciprocal, interdependent, exterior place that involved not just me but all of these other ways of being that I could make kinship with. And when you make kinship beyond yourself, your sense of meaning gravitates outwards into that reciprocal relationship, into that interdependence. And you know, it’s a little bit like scales falling off your eyes. When you do turn that corner, all of the sources of anxiety that are so present and so deeply internalized become much more identifiable. And my own sense of hope and fear gets a much larger frame of reference to operate in.

Bewilderment is a story of that attunement in a 9-year-old autistic boy as he is transformed by a yet-fanciful treatment using fMRI imaging— an “empathy machine,” if you will. (The technology is developing and could well be on a nearing horizon.) Basically, the boy receives a neural imprint an ecstatic state that had been recorded of his mother, an animal-rights activist who had been killed in a car wreck a few years before. As he attunes to that resonance, he becomes inquisitive, open, good-natured and infinitely empathic to the living world about. A fascinating book which I think demonstrates how we can shed the self-obsessed nonsensical determination of a human world driving the world off a cliff.

Surely that is a task we can take up ourselves. For this week’s challenge, write about biodiversity.  What is the sound of life that is complex, intermingling, evolving and sustaining? Shower your attention on the world at large, at critters tiny and great. Weave your awareness into the living web. What is the voice of a biodiverse poetics? Surely poetry has much to say about this, as it is one of nature’s greatest gifts to our species. Our kinship links are in poetry. Let’s try linking them to the world.

Brendan

earthweal weekly post: THE NATURE OF ENCHANTMENT

 

Greetings all,

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the nature of enchantment. The word feels old and largely lost to our modern existence, a relic of times when the imagination was vast between the little we knew and the wilderness we did not. As that gap seems into our sad reflection in the mirror (and how dramatically fast that has occurred in the past 50 years ) the sidhe where Merlin became the complete druid has dried into a tumulus-shaped husk.

We’re midway into October and approaching the great festival of Samhain where the veil is thin and the unseen nightworld comes a-calling. Perhaps this is a fruitful time for seeing what enchantment we can bring to our days leading up to it, furnishing our poems with gourds and corn-sheaves and Halloween decorations. This work has been underway at earthweal already with recent excellent challenges from Sherry Marr with titles like “Collateral Beauty” and “Say The Names.” Thanks so much to her for the fertile inspiration and opening our eyes to so much abundance without and within. We’ve also lingered in cross-quarter seasonal events at Imbolc/Candlemas, Beltane/May Day, and Lammas that proceed to this end-of-Celtic-year turning point. (Thank you, Sarah Connor, for your fine challenges in celebration!)

An awakened, renewed and strengthened purchase on enchantment is vital work for earth poetry, especially in a time when the old dominion of unlimited resource depletion maddens the Earth-bear. Last Monday northwest Italy was pummeled by a 12-hour thunderstorm that dropped nearly 3 feet of rain over the area, breaking the European rainfall record for that span of time. Earlier in July, flash flooding from heavy rainfall killed more than 200 in Germany and Belgium, and another freak storm in Tennessee (US) in August dumped 17 inches of rain and killed 20 in the resulting flash flood. These awfully recurrent besiegings reveal an atmosphere too warm and laden with evaporation; they are the monster yin of the brutal yang of drought that is slowly emptying reservoirs and burning vast forests (40 million acres in Siberia this summer). Bonding those two awful fates is a disenchanted modernity far too powerful for anyone’s good, and we owe it to our sources to transform those derricks back into Yggdasrils.

The poetry of enchantment is rare, relegated to online blogs where reading is less attentive and charmed than the printed page. (Recordings hold promise for the attuned ear). The so-called “establishment” presses tend toward academic poetry and a refined-to-dust sensibility. In my few attempts to find my way as a poet in that world back in the ‘90s, a prof remarked on a poem I hard turned in as outré, a style no longer with any currency. Had I been younger (it took me decades to rid myself of all desire for the blessings of the academy, including a career change to teaching), I might easily have scrubbed out the Rilkean splendor and spooky Hölderlinities that haunt my rhymes:  but I chose forest over the citadel and have never found my way back out. I have this esplumoir of a study atop my sacred tree of learning, the view is great and I can be as enchanted as I want in the next poem.

We all know well the disenchantment of modern life, a wearisome torpor in the midst of a speeding world. Eliot mourned it in Four Quartets:

Descend lower, descend only
into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which Is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Dessication of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention in movement; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future …

(Burnt Norton, III)

Ecological philosopher Timothy Morton in Humankind: Solidarity With Nonhuman People (2017) locates the source of this disenchantment 12,500 years ago with the beginning of our control of the elements through farming, breaking our species union with the earth, expulsed from Eden to work by the sweat of our brow:

Humans have indeed been alienated from something, but not from some stable, bland underlying essence—this mythical beast, the lump called Man (and its uncanny spectral shadow, the abject Müsselmäner of Primo Levi’s Auschwitz, who merely live on rather than surviving in some meaningful sense), is just the by-product of the logic of the Severing. The alienation is a crack in social, psychic and philosophical ties to the biosphere, a hyperobject teeming with trillions of component beings. Our story about how we have been alienated is itself an alienated artifact of the Severing! We have been alienated not from consistency but from inconsistency.

But has enchantment been truly lost, or has it simply gone far out of style, an unfashionable decking of faded medieval tapestries, its unicorn forever penned in the past? To the rescue comes Jane Bennett’s The Enchantment of Modern Life: Attachments, Crossings and Ethics (2001, Princeton University Press). I’ve just begun diving into this work, but my thoughts about enchantment are already so greatly enlivened and clarified that I’m sharing nuggets from her with you for this challenge.

If we embrace too greatly the notion that inspiration in nature and culture has been lost, then we grow blind to “the marvelous vitalities of bodies human and nonhuman, natural and artificial,” Bennet writes.  Contrary to the dead-ends of disenchanted modernity — the waste dump that now consumes us — Bennett offers “a story of contemporary life that accentuates its moments of enchantment and explores the possibility that the affective force of those moments might be deployed to propel generosity.” (3)

This story has a twofold importance, for “enchantment is something that we can encounter, that hits us; but it is also a comportment that can be fostered through different strategies.” Those include “to give greater expression to the sense of play, another to hone sensory receptivity to the marvelous simplicity of things” and “to enhance the enchantment effect (by resisting) the story of disenchantment by modernity.”

Bennett locates “sites of enchantment today” in “the discovery of sophisticated modes of communication among non-humans, the strange agency of physical systems at far-from-equilibirum states” (like shamanic ecstasy) and “the animation of objects by video technologies – an animation whose effects are not fully captured by the idea of ‘commodity fetishism’” (Hmm on that last one.)

Life is short. “One must be enamored with existence and occasionally even enchanted in the face of it in order to be capable of donating some of one’s scarce mortal resources to the service of others,” Bennett writes. Life on earth is growing short, too, and could use a hand. Thom Van Dooren puts it this way:,

Far more than “biodiversity”—at least in the narrow sense that the term is often used—is at stake in extinction: human and more-than-human ways of life, languages, ways of mourning and being with others, even livelihoods and diverse cultural and religious worlds are often drawn into the fray as species move toward, and then beyond, the edge of extinction. (Flight Ways: Life and Loss at the Edge of Extinction, 2014, Columbia University Press)

The window for this work is us-sized, immanent and passing fast.

Delving deeper into the nature of enchantment, Bennet writes,

Enchantment entails a state of wonder, and one of the distinctions of this state is the temporary suspension of chronological time and bodily movement: to be enchanted, then, is to participate in a momentarily immobilizing encounter; it is to be transfixed and spellbound.

Enchantment is of a different order than the sublime, which is revelation which sources in terror, the awe and awfulness of the immense. (We explored this deeper in the challenge The Anthropocene Sublime.) Bennett continues:

Thoughts, but also limbs … are brought to rest even as the senses continue to operate, indeed in high gear. You notice new colors, discern details previously ignored, hear extraordinary details previously ignored, hear extraordinary sounds, as familiar landscapes of sense sharpen and intensify. The world comes alive as a collection of singularities. Enchantment includes, then, a condition of exhilaration or acute sensory activity. To be simultaneously transfixed in wonder and transported by sense, to be carted up and carried away — enchantment is marked by this odd combination of somatic effects.

The mood I’m calling enchantment involves, in the first instance, a surprising encounter, a meeting with something you did not expect and are not fully prepared to engage. Contained within this surprise state are (1) a pleasurable feeling of being charmed by the novel and as yet unprocessed encounter and (2) a more unheimlich (uncanny) feeling of being disrupted or torn out of one’s default sensory-intellectual disposition. The overall effect of enchantment is a mood of fullness, plenitude, or liveliness, a sense of having one’s nerves or circulation or concentration powers tuned up or recharged — a shot in the arm, a fleeing return to childlike excitement about life. Historians Lorraine Daston and Katharine Park note that, in early modern Europe, the terms for wonder and wonders — admiratio, mirabilia miracula — ‘seem to have their roots in an Indo-European word for “smile.”

As I read this, I smile remembering the wild music of puberty and the experience of falling in love; taking mushrooms; listening deeply to music; walking around my father’s Columcille on a halcyon afternoon; the strangely beautiful world that emerged following the sudden shock of grief when my brother died young; becoming entranced by the poetry of Rilke, Roethke, Berry and Oliver; reading the tales of shamans and storytellers; prescient dreams; walking early mornings under a canopy of trees with starlight shining above. All of these are personal trademarks of enchantment. Time to tell Toto that we aren’t in Kansas anymore.

More importantly, enchantment is what our boiling dry fulsome maddened Earth so desperately needs, along with its communities of human and nonhuman, living and inert.  A charm to unwind modernity’s toxic impulses and restore the living balance. Enchantment is a road from that grief to our healing.

So, then: What is the nature of enchantment? For this challenge, root into your experience and describe an enchanted moment. How did you encounter it, what became suddenly alive for you and how did it change you? If there’s a tale in there, lend it the proper narrative scope. Does that enchantment open doors to the world in new or special ways? Can our observations of the non-human be woven enchantingly? (Is there really any other way?) How does enchantment affect our empathic powers, embracing the world more fully and vitally? How to nurture enchantment? Can enchanted nature revitalize and radicalize fallen modernity? (I took to walking beneath trees with my eyes up to them in the wake of the calamitous American presidential election last year, and that change of focus truly balanced and stabilized a wild mind.)

Samhain is approaching, so our work here must be one of helping to find access to its great door. Go!

Brendan

 

 

THE ORGAMS OF ORGANISMS

Dorianne Laux

Above the lawn the wild beetles mate
and mate, skew their tough wings
and join. They light in our hair,
on our arms. And below us, in the grass,
the bugs are seeking each other out,
antennae lifted and trembling, tiny legs
scuttling, then the infinitesimal
ah’s of their meeting, the awkward job
of their turnings around. O end to end
they meet again and swoon as only bugs can.
This is why, sometimes, the grass feels electric
under our feet, each blade quivering, and why
the air comes undone over our heads
and washes down around our ears like rain.
But it has to be spring, and you have to be
in love — acutely, painfully, achingly in love —
to hear the black-robed choir of their sighs.

from Smoke (2000)

 

THE RAPTURE

Mary Oliver

All summer
I wandered the fields
that were thickening
every morning,

every rainfall,
with weeds and blossoms,
with the long loops
of the shimmering, and the extravagant—

pale as flames as they rose
and fell back,
replete and beautiful—
that was all there was—

and I too
once or twice, at least,
felt myself rising,
my boots

touching suddenly the tops of the weeds,
the blue and silky air—
listen,
passion did it,

called me forth,
addled me,
stripped me clean
then covered me with the cloth of happiness—

I think
there is no other prize,
only rapture the gleaming
rapture the illogical the weightless—

whether it be for the perfect shapeliness
of something you love—
like an old German song—
or of someone—

or the dark floss of the earth itself,
heavy and electric,
At the edge of sweet sanity open
such wild, blind wings.

earthweal open link weekend #87

 

Greetings earthwealers and welcome to open link weekend #87.Share a favorite poem and visit your fellow linkers to comment.

Lots of beautiful responses to Sherry’s Collateral Beauty challenge this week, thanks to all and to Sherry for her work crafting it.

Open links accepted until midnight Sunday EST, when the next challenge rolls out.

Happy linking!

earthweal weekly challenge: COLLATERAL BEAUTY

 

by Sherry Marr

I’m a Human Being

up early,
pre-dawn dog walk past the Mission
fellow pushing a cart stops me:
“I’m a human being…
and a teacher you know.”
He looked up into the sky,
then back to me.
“Got a word for you… your homework:
find joy.”
I handed him some money –
he pushed it back with both hands.
“Give that to the next saint you meet,
there’s one just up the street.”

He gave his cart a big inertia breaking push
turned the corner singing.

    by Chris Olson, the Tired Monk
    who writes at Humbucker Poems

Recently, I watched the movie Collateral Beauty starring Will Smith, who portrays a man in grief struggling with life in the midst of a grievous loss. A character in the movie tells him, “Don’t forget to notice the moments of collateral beauty.” Collateral beauty could be defined as those moments of awe when we realize our profound connection to everything. I am fortunate to experience these moments often; I imagine most poets do.

As I was writing this, I came across Brother Ollie’s poem, above. (Brother Ollie is the Tired Monk’s moniker.) It is such an EXCELLENT, heart-lifting example of finding these moments, that I asked for his permission to share it with you. He replied, with his assent: “I’ve been thinking a lot about our homeless community, and I work a lot at trying to help them.  I often stop and chat with various street people, and toss them a little positivity, and human connection.  It is amazing how often they offer me blessings. Joy is our homework!”

I love that so much! His poem describes those soul-filling moments when we experience the beauty that human beings are capable of, even – or especially – in dark times.

The world is so beautiful, everywhere – the beauty of nature shining through, no matter what place on the planet we inhabit, or what horrors are going on. I think that is what hurts so much – observing the beauty and generosity of Mother Earth, even while we are making her ill. (We mothers can relate to that; our job description includes a great deal of self-sacrifice.) And then there are the lovely moments when humans reach out to each other, stretching our hearts. Or try to save a forest. Or live as conscious human beings, among all the other beings.

 

Living where I do, in the spectacular landscape of Clayoquot Sound, beauty is front and centre every day. I think of the quote:

Life is not measured in how many breaths we take,
but in the moments that take our breath away.

Daily, I catch my breath in wonder and gratitude: at morning fog swirling through the trees and slowly lifting at the beach; at ancient cedar with impossibly wide gnarled trunks – beings that have witnessed one or two thousand years of living; at sunrises and sunsets beautiful enough to break your heart – or make it soar!

 

It is hard in those moments to believe anything at all is wrong on this planet – until you turn on the news. Some people prefer not to know; they feel more comfortable staying inside their bubble. But we poets are observers of life and recorders of history – and herstory. It is our job to know, to bear witness, to sing out warnings, songs of grief, love and gratitude for all that still is so plentiful, still ours, for this short span of time. We are the canaries in the mine.

But just as the quote – and poetry – reminds us, the moments of collateral beauty are many and they are there every day, if we slow our pace enough to catch them. I often recall the words of my activist friend that I have shared with you before: “Mother Earth feels your pain. Let her feel your joy too.” Let’s keep our eyes wide open for the moments of collateral beauty.

While I was putting this challenge together, I came across another wonderful example of this in the following poem by our own Sarah Connor, who writes at Sarah writes poems. Poems like these really lift the spirit and expand the heart, reminding us that love is what matters, no matter what – love, humanity, and gratitude for the beauty of this world we’re walking through. Check out Sarah’s beautiful affirmation:

WONDERFUL

Is this a sad song, or a happy one?
I’m never sure. But turn it up,
let all that richness pour
out of the speakers. Let it roll,
and see the world unfurl
under your gaze. Look again
at every tree, at that dog sniffing
at the wall, at that child holding tightly
to his mother’s hand. That’s love.
Look at the sky. It’s blue. It’s truly blue.
Look at the grass. It’s green. Look out
for love – it comes in different ways.
Yes, turn it up. He’s singing now.
We’re singing, too. It’s true –
what a wonderful world this is,
the one we’re living in,
the one we’re moving through.

Sigh. So lovely.

Your challenge: As you walk through the hours this week, be alert for those moments of collateral beauty. It can be a moment experienced in nature, or a shining example of human resonance, as in the poems above. It can be as small as morning dew on a spider web in the garden, or as large as a mountain turning purple at twilight. Take note of that unexpected indrawn breath, eyes widened in wonder, heart opened and warmed by what is being witnessed. Then write your poem. Take our breath away. I am especially looking forward to your responses to this challenge.