e.g. try Fluminism, Symbioethics, Nature, or Climate
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Is it possible to forge a new kind of relationship with the ecological community we in English call, perhaps, unceremoniously, peat bog? Here in cool Britannic islands, peat has been forming since the last Ice Age, when luminous green mosses took over the quagmire. Fibrous layers of arrested entropy are fuelled by the surfacing of
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There seems a renewed and furious human chauvinism by some, rejecting the material reality of ecological processes to the extreme, including the principle of Rewilding (Soule, et al). The fury seems based on NGO dominance in the field (they are certainly not democracies), plus purchasing power without local consent or participation. NGO’s aside, because alternative
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Would it make any difference if we knew our ancestors could see what we are doing to Earth now? I look at the newest cosmological theory of time. Indigenous thinking may be closer to the truth than we in the Westernish may ever have considered. Until now. On the basis that the Anthropocene is
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Life is never split away to nothingness. Even as prey, we are consumed by others. An ecological death is the breath of others. Sex is a consuming, an appetite. The cell itself is the most exquisite sex, a moment of evolutionary consumption. A very long time ago, one bacteria consumed another and the other survived
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The ecological is so void in Westernish life. Even when it has been declared a SCIENCE. Why? Perhaps, because it has not been declared an ART. — 🍂 Ginny Battson (@seasonalight) October 25, 2020 https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js Eco ~ Greek Oikos from PIE root *weik- (1) ~ clan. Proto Indo European Root ~ *ar(ə)-ti ~ to fit
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Fluminism brings together my thoughts over a number of years. I offer an alternative to Biocentrism (Taylor), Ecocentrism (Naess) and, importantly, Anthropocentrism (Passmore, et al). To be a Fluminist is to recognise oneself viscerally as part of the interconnectedness between all beings ~ Symnexia (Sanguimund), and in this realisation, to act with love, respect and
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Unless you believe that we are members of some kind of intergalactic cult, we humans are not alien to this world. We are intrinsic to it; a manifestation of the diversity of all the life that ever existed. Despite our geologically recent farming cultures, the schism between humans and the rest of nature is
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Climate scientists and activists are still tending to think and communicate to the masses in human socio-political terms, even going so far as to reject the worth of saving NGO-promo animals (trees, whales, pandas, polar bears), or other teresapiens in general as an un-emotive or meaningless exercise, and continuing to place the human species as central
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I just want to note this moment in terms of my own mental health. As an ecophilosopher, I do not separate myself from my thoughts. It would be like ripping me apart, limb from limb. I write about life-love as a devotion, and I am similarly devoted to my cause. These are exceptional and difficult
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Architectural Reflections and Symbioethical Philosophy: Many years ago *creak*, I began my journey in architecture studies, inspired at the time by the creative spirit at the Centre of Alternative Technology in Machynlleth, Wales. My undergraduate thesis, published in 1993, examined Kenneth Frampton’s concept of Critical Regionalism. I concluded that local, shared traditions—rooted in the materials…
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I have been developing alternative ways to communicate my ecophilosophies. Below is an animated presentation of my #FutureSketch depicting ethics/values routes to what I am now calling the Symialarity (relates to organic and inorganic processes rather than Albrecht’s SymBIOcene). It shows Indigenous wisdom/continuity despite the violence of Colonialism, plus an increasing flow towards Fluministic choices,…
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It is slightly galling to learn that The Philosopher Fish by Richard Adams Carey has won The Bookseller’s Diagram Prize for the oddest book title. As an ecophilosopher who has written about sturgeon during my PhD Literature of Place studies, I felt it timely to publish my mini-treatise. When I wrote the following oddness, call…
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(PhD “Rivering” by me, extract from Chapter Shine). River LiFE in-sees, and it is symial. Look again at gold to read how bacteria and river sediments commune. Or just feel the diatom-slip, your bare feet on silica-films under the water, films coating the bed of a healthy river. Diatoms— I love them—despite their smell turning…
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Extract of Rivering, Fluminism as Literature (PhD). Like sedimentary rock traps bodies to become fossils, bodies of water contain the nucleotides of all who live within, or have recently lived. Same with air. They recount a story of genetic diversity or its demise. We just need the right tools to find them, unless we are…
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Physics informs us that relativity exists between everything in the universe. Flows of information travel in all possible directions by wave and particle, force and probability. So it is the same for LiFE on Earth. Biology informs us that LiFE is alive with flows of information within and between cells, and between beings, using a…
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Symbio wenWen ~ PIE root for wound. The deliberate harm of life-giving symbiotic processes. To knowingly block, engineer, or interfere with these processes in any life-negative way. Once it is done, harmful consequences may be partially or fully unknowable. To commit symbiowen is to risk much, though may be justified, arguably, as an ethic of…
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I’m very happy to inform readers that a Chapter introducing my neologism symbioethics has been published in a new anthology by Tirant lo Blanch, Valencia, Spain. I begin by setting the word within the general canon of environmental ethics or ecophilosophy, and then I call for more research into areas of symbiosis and symphysica as…
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I offer alnasense as the sum of all physical senses of all living beings on Earth at any one moment in time. In science, the word multimodality is used when describing the combined physical senses that lead to a mental interpretation and an overall cognition of external stimuli. I offer anthrosense as an alternative. Feelings…
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In honour of the work of Joy Bear and Richard Thomas, who coined the word petrichor in 1964 to describe the aroma earth emits when rain falls*, I offer potamichor. ποτάμι Potámi ~ greek ~ river. Ichor ~ The sacred blood of the Greek Gods. Potamichor ~ a familiar odour of rivers. Dimethyl sulfide**, along with other…
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A wilder patch of vegetation sandwiched between two commercial orchard barns, seen through a glassless window. Photo by me. The following essay was submitted to the editors of the Rewilding Handbook, but I was unhappy with the extreme and unnecessarily negative comments by certain peer reviewers on my brief critiques of British and, especially, privatised…
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My neologism of the day and an increasingly important aspect of human/human and human/nature relatedness during this Earth Crisis (Anthropocene), to change, and to outcomes, is prophesuum. ~~~ Prophesy – the verb – to say that you believe something will happen in the future (Cambridge) as opposed to Prophecy – the noun – a statement…
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There is a habit by most (not all) science-oriented academics and writers of analysing the present and simply adding external changes (temps, economics) to predict futures. In this way, they are missing out on the potential of shifting human values – a moral imagination deficit. — 🧬 Ginny Battson (@seasonalight) July 21, 2022 https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js Moral,…
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News is coming thick, fast and shiny this week from the scientists of the cosmic/quantum universe. The JWT is functioning: Our capital-ite synthetic eye is peering much deeper into space/time. Quantum ‘entanglement’, recently more narrowly defined linguistically as ‘memory‘, has been proven to be possible some many kilometres apart. Apologies to Schrödinger who coined the…
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My sincere thanks to philosophy scholar, Laura Muñoz, coordinating editor of 15-15-15, Manuel Casal Lodeiro, Professor Jorge Riechmann, Universidad Autónoma de Madrid , and my daughter Gracie Battson for her Spanish translation skills. Please click on the image for the link. Biophilia, Fluminism, Symbiocene. An interview with Ginny Battson – 15/15\15 (15-15-15.org)
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Talk by Ginny Battson, recorded largely by the River Lugg (fieldwork of place) for playback at the English: Shared Futures Conference, Manchester, July 2022. Kindly introduced in my absence by Dr David Cooper. Transcript. [above gentle rush of water, some traffic noise, birdsong, including cooing woodpigeons, and occasionally duck wings flapping in water] From Ginny…
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We are entirely into the gardening season, and I am protecting my wildflowers that grow along my front wall with polite signs (and additional cartoon butterflies), asking neighbours kindly not to “weed”. I am the only person along my row of terraces to allow the flowers to grow freely. Last year, we had red…
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Boon or bane, I was born downstream from this place I stand now under unfurling beech leaves, just past the Victoria walking bridge. Down there, around the bend. See it? A red brick hospital is now apartments with annual ground rents and an alloted view. I’ve grown up with my feet in this river, with…
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21 April 2022 Dear Jesse Norman MP Integrity, honesty, and respect. Yesterday, I listened to Boris Johnson’s performance-apology over a Fixed Penalty Notice for partying during the very lockdown he instigated by law, and I am afraid he has brought great shame to our Nation. My father’s oldest and dearest friend, and therefore influential in…
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Another week, another bereavement. Could the grief bus just stop. I want to get off. ~~~ Meanwhile, thoughts are whirling around my head, several key projects stacked in my brain’s in-tray. I am returning to studies after a two-month bereavement break and, in all honesty, I am finding it difficult to concentrate on these…
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Ergonvast ~ energy wasted, akin to ecocide, impacts social, ecological and climatic systems in a negative way, and adds to planetary crisis. Ergon ~ Ancient Greek ἔργον (érgon). Doublet of work. Vast ~ from Latin vastum. “Empty, desolate.” Origin of “waste”. For example, light and noise pollution, uninsulated housing, wasteful advertising technology. ~~~
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Chapter Severn – The Mouth Danger. The Mythological. Jumping. Ginny Battson · Further Recording – Chapter Severn – The Mouth
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Without you, I would not have known enduring love, no matter how complex, because it is complex. Without you, we would not have the most stunning child, who takes my breath away in all she does and says. Without you, we would not have known and loved Ben. Without you, I would not have…
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Dark rum, rumbullion, rummage, scents, essences and escents (forming adjectives expressing a flux state or action). Now is the time of falling deciduous leaves in the northern hemisphere. For a long while now, I have mulled on a word that describes the prevailing smell for me ~ a sweet, musky, peppery aroma of decaying leaves,…
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“Court blocks Lafarge bid to scrap Syria crime against humanity charge” Ah, yes, those corporate men who pay lip service to equity and resilience. Who might abuse those surviving under the most extreme circumstances? Please, let me point out that, according to Carbon Brief and other well-known carbon data analysis organisations, concrete (largely Portland…
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I have been walking the dried up paths by the river, thinking about emotions of the prescient and ever-increasing burden of Earth Crisis upon everyone (at least everyone who is sane). Climate or extinction “dread” or “doom” can seem such hopeless words, yet maybe have a rightful place in the hearts of some; those…
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“I don’t get depressed, I get angry,” says Johan Rockström, Breaking Boundaries, Netflix. Me too, Johan. I am furious. I am furious because I listened to you in hope, and imagined millions doing the same. Yet your vision of the human global reign continuing, but within your “safe operating space”, is morally defunct. Why on…
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This week, pre-IPCC policing of critical thought on Twitter has reached an outrageous level. I’m out, for now. We know the failings of Twitter, the personal snipes, the fakery and the pack-hunting trolls. And we keep trying anyway. What started out as a Silicon Valley version of “equal “voice has ended in a scrap and…
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♒︎ Deus ex machina ♒︎ All feels pulled taught in the expansiveness of this place, as if the shores, the Dumbles, Sharpness, Saniger, Guscar, Mathern Oase, Northwick Oase, Portland Grounds, Goldcliff, Gordano Round, Stert Flats, Lavernock Point, are stretched in a myriad of directions by human ambition. There is…
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Life on Earth is now under obvious duress from dominant human action in all living systems. Human empathy exists as part of a topography of the moral imagination. We who are wired this way feel the pain and suffering (or the comfort and exhilaration) of other living beings and symlings as well as our…
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♒︎ Body Bio-Continuum ♒︎ There is a nature of beauty pushed away by all but those who live closest to the living world. It is the part of life that is the fear of danger. It is discomfort, pain, death. It is the smell of decay. From a…
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♒︎ Suicidal Intertidal ♒︎ I am standing on the old ferry slipway at Beachley, just around the headland from the mouth of the Wye. Above me is a monumental hulk of steel girder and wire spanning the Severn Estuary from Beachley to Aust. This is the old Severn Suspension Bridge,…
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♒︎ The Mythological ♒︎ Here, by the flow, I know I am one move away from the idea of feeling no pain. But it is a leap into mental nothingness and a physical dissolution into all the bodies of river life, not peace. There is no peace in suicide; an ecological…
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♒︎ Danger ♒︎ Don’t be fooled by their seductiveness. Rivers are dangerous bodies of water. Know them less, and they’ll grab your hips and pull you down, and all the way along. They’ll fill your lungs with mud and blood clots, and turn you intertidal. Awkward, we huddled around in triage waiting…
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Median mental states and habits of society, but a toxicity. Enculturation and socialization by “normative” instruments such as mass media; the ideas, customs, and social behaviour of society influenced by phenomenon that are directly and indirectly a human violence unleashed upon LIFE and Life-ism. Bruticulture English, brutal, meaning cruel or thoughtless. From latin, brutus, meaning heavy, dull, stupid,…
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This is my 300th blog, and it needs my recognition. This is no small feat considering my personal story over the last seven years. From just a laptop with a wifi connection—a Twitter account, a blog— to a Masters, to my current PhD position, I’ve worked as hard as a beaver in the Johnny…
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Via @KevinClimate Simon Sharpe – Deciding how to decide: potential for change in policy ap… https://t.co/TwHm8GwYXS If you can stomach it. — Ginny, Awildian (@seasonalight) May 27, 2021 https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js I am grateful to Kevin Anderson for posting this online talk by Simon Sharpe, and unsurprised the organisers and participants wanted to extend viewings beyond…
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I’ve been unhappy for a while now with my word “sanguimund” (Latin for Blood Earth) to describe the visceral, living human emotional connection with life on Earth. I found out about the fascist term “blood and soil” ” Blut und Boden” not long after the publication of Fluminismo. It isn’t good enough to plead “but…
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Quite astonishingly, we don’t have a special word in English for those who would mentor others in studying nature, in finding connections with nature, and in being part of nature. I want to be able to give credence to those who would do such work. In finding the word, I am simply going back…
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The Anthropocentric mindset is the root of so many faultlines in our linguistic approach to Earth Crisis/es. One of the latest buzz phrases is “climate breakdown”. I think it was meant to put the fear of God in everyone, to urge everyone to act. What would we all be with a broken climate? Dust! It’s…
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I’ve come to realise, friends, that even some of the most influential speakers and writers of words on climate do not understand even the basics of Earth as an entire dynamic system of systems. I go further and say that a repetitive use of the word climate as the dominant meme is now serving LIFE…
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Last year, I attended an online poetry workshop hosted by the great poet Lemn Sissay. We were set a task to create a poem with a particular structure beginning with “You’re the”…. It was meant for someone or something we either loved or hated; an expression to them from deep inside the heart. Here’s mine.…
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Hey you, who abandoned me at life’s worst moment; who lied to all of us. Who told me of a love, un-encounterable to most. The path that cut steep down through red soils was lined by light. Tiny stars of wood anemone watched over my eager feet as I moved down through the bluebells…
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Spring has sprung and, locally, the human capacity to create even more noise than usual is in full swing. Lately, I have recorded on my phone a plague of noises generated by people and their loud, intrusive tools, be it an iPod and speakers aboard a stand-up-paddleboard floating down the Wye, leaf blowers, lawnmowers, and…
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Breaking the atmosphere: This is literally what rockets are designed to do. To break free from Earth’s immediate gravity, to escape from our atmosphere and into the beyond whilst stealing supplies, all without Earthly consent. The ultimate dying consumer is one that devours the systems it relies upon. These men (the gatekeepers are white men),…
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Over the next few months, I’ll be doing a series of moments on the Wye; an in situ telling and collection of personal experiences that helped shape my creation of Fluminism as a symbioethic. One: Eaton Camp, Wye. Trigger Warning: Contains distressing descriptions of the memories of suicide ideation and behaviour. If you are feeling…
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Flumilightenment: A resistance to birfurcated thought, and a rejection of the word “environmentalism”. For too long, environment has been treated as something external to us. We are drip-fed news about the non-descript environment as if it were: External to us – somewhere “out there”. A choice, option, preference, or hobby. Something that others make a…
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Last summer, I am swimming in the cool Arrow just west of ye olde Penebrugge, keeping my nose above the silk-smooth, trying to find a rhythm against the strong flow. The sun is strong, and all winter’s ghosts abandon me for the ocean. Under me swim a million Atlantic salmon lost to hunting and distress.…
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Candlemas bells, Galanthus, you still sound just north of the Levant, drifting across the northern shores of the Mediterranean Sea. You came to me via the piety of Benedictines serving the faith in rejection of most else—they brought you from Renaissance Subiaco on foot or on horseback, in canvas bags tucked inside leather satchels—…
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BarefootintheWoods_vm We know the forces for good in walking as part of nature. And I do it myself. So I have been considering a word for it. Walking doesn’t have to involve legs, let me just say. It might mean all kinds of devices as extensions of our bodies ~ enabling. Moving through time/space at…
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Foxing along the riverbank, you two orange drops stop still at the scar that leads to the water. Lowering your heads, take a deep draw of matter through your nostrils; this cleaved soil is where all the scents of the hill fall from its westerly face before hitting the water. The cold hangs low…
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She’s there. I can hear the familiar peep of Blackbird, even under low light. I can just make out the colour brown and not black, and a dullish beak, so she is female. Small by comparison to others perched in this same gnarly hawthorn, she spies all the berries as she flicks her tail feathers…
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1. Emily 2. Lynn 3. Ginny Emily 1 It’s barely possible to imagine the hem of her black or white dress resting close at the knee of a leather boot belonging to a soldier with so many children borne to another woman. Metallic scents of expensive ink on expensive paper linger not in…
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A year of grief, over. It means we have loved, and we need not be fearful of loving again. 2020 has been a year of mass grief; grief for changed bodies and bodies lost forever. I am writing of people and teresapien lives, through pandemic and the vagaries of the Anthropocene. There will be more…
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This Christmas, I just want to pay tribute to Tenovus cancer support. Two years ago, my very existence seemed uncertain, and I was lonely as I underwent extensive palliative treatment for a type 3 aggressive womb cancer at Velindre Hospital, Cardiff. Velindre staff were always lovely to me, but hugely busy, as they treat more…
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I am thinking about Alder fixing nitrogen at the roots next to the flowing, swirling river. They are in symbiosis with all realms of friendly powers to do this. True. Fixed, rooted, “they have figured how to live trapped into place,” says one of Richard Powers’ characters in Overstory.* They are stillness in the ground,…
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The Anthropocentric mode of being. Norm of the Anthropocene. A problem. Anthropo, of the human. Mode from modus “measure, extent, quantity; proper measure, rhythm, song; a way, manner, fashion, style” (in Late Latin also “mood” in grammar and logic), from PIE root *med- “take appropriate measures.” Business-as-usual. Tethering any potential vitanance of ecosystems to an…
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Is it possible to forge a new kind of relationship with the ecological community we in English call, perhaps, unceremoniously, peat bog? Here in cool Britannic islands, peat has been forming since the last Ice Age, when luminous green mosses took over the quagmire. Fibrous layers of arrested entropy are fuelled by the surfacing of…
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Simply, the noise rocks make when they are washed in and out by a wave or tide, or down a river bed.
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There seems a renewed and furious human chauvinism by some, rejecting the material reality of ecological processes to the extreme, including the principle of Rewilding (Soule, et al). The fury seems based on NGO dominance in the field (they are certainly not democracies), plus purchasing power without local consent or participation. NGO’s aside, because alternative…
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Would it make any difference if we knew our ancestors could see what we are doing to Earth now? I look at the newest cosmological theory of time. Indigenous thinking may be closer to the truth than we in the Westernish may ever have considered. Until now. On the basis that the Anthropocene is…
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Life is never split away to nothingness. Even as prey, we are consumed by others. An ecological death is the breath of others. Sex is a consuming, an appetite. The cell itself is the most exquisite sex, a moment of evolutionary consumption. A very long time ago, one bacteria consumed another and the other survived…
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The ecological is so void in Westernish life. Even when it has been declared a SCIENCE. Why? Perhaps, because it has not been declared an ART. — 🍂 Ginny Battson (@seasonalight) October 25, 2020 https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js Eco ~ Greek Oikos from PIE root *weik- (1) ~ clan. Proto Indo European Root ~ *ar(ə)-ti ~ to fit…
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Fluminism brings together my thoughts over a number of years. I offer an alternative to Biocentrism (Taylor), Ecocentrism (Naess) and, importantly, Anthropocentrism (Passmore, et al). To be a Fluminist is to recognise oneself viscerally as part of the interconnectedness between all beings ~ Symnexia (Sanguimund), and in this realisation, to act with love, respect and…
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Unless you believe that we are members of some kind of intergalactic cult, we humans are not alien to this world. We are intrinsic to it; a manifestation of the diversity of all the life that ever existed. Despite our geologically recent farming cultures, the schism between humans and the rest of nature is…
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Climate scientists and activists are still tending to think and communicate to the masses in human socio-political terms, even going so far as to reject the worth of saving NGO-promo animals (trees, whales, pandas, polar bears), or other teresapiens in general as an un-emotive or meaningless exercise, and continuing to place the human species as central…
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I just want to note this moment in terms of my own mental health. As an ecophilosopher, I do not separate myself from my thoughts. It would be like ripping me apart, limb from limb. I write about life-love as a devotion, and I am similarly devoted to my cause. These are exceptional and difficult…
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My first language is English. It matters not what my ethnic heritage is or is not. I did not choose for it to be. I was born into an English speaking family. I’m fairly certain all my great grandparents spoke Welsh. Both my grandmothers could understand Welsh and spoke it intermittantly. English, according to linguistics…
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It’s striking to realise a personal sense of pure elation from the effect of sunlight in its many forms. Even more so, when light and water mix, and with sounds. I find it healing. In our rivers, shallow oceans, even at the bottom of swimming pools and upon cave roofs, we are familiar with light refracting…
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Human moments in time/space where great change could arise, good or bad, especially in relation to problems of the Anthropocene. Anthrop from Greek anthrōpos “man; human being” Pivot/al, a thing, act, or being of critical importance to the development or success of that thing, act, or being, or something else. Anthropivotal. ~~~~~~ Audio:
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For clarity, just in case people don’t understand this word I now use instead of Environmental Ethics in the field of Philosophy. I contend there is no such thing as an external ‘environment’, based on new/ancient understanding of the interconnectivity of all, within and without. We are symlings among symlings, inhaling, ingesting, excreting, respiring, transpiring…
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Beavers are Fluminists. By Ginny Battson. First published by Zoomorphic October 9th 2017. Spring 2005, and I peer through my living room window to check the weather. It’s looking good, the sun is out. My husband has left for a day’s work at UMaine Orono, so I lower my baby girl into her papoose and…
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If you haven’t heard Melissa Harrison’s The Stubborn Light of Things, you’re missing a treat; it is a salve for our times. It began at the start of lockdown here in the UK, intent on bringing the natural world, at least in audio, to those more unable to get out. This week (number 25), I’m…
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I am in my new, rented, Victorian back yard, refreshing the pot garden and pond in the fading light, though there’s a spectacular beauty who already presides here, and I acknowledge I am in her realm. She is known by the taxonomists as Araneus diadematus, garden orb-web spider, but I call her Queen. Queen has…
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A while back, I was asked by Jo Cartmell, @watervole and @nearbywild on Twitter, to think about creating a new word instead of ‘brownfield’ when referring to abandoned industrial or waste land after development. As she rightly points out, some of these places can be buzzing with the most amazing wildlife, often small and beyond…
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Manchester Metropolitan University Course: PHD Working Research Title: Love is the River; ecology, emotion and resistance Faculty: Faculty Of Arts & Humanities ~ Manchester Writing School. Director of Studies: Paul Evans Proposed Supervisor(s): Gregory Norminton ~~~~~~ I am honoured, daunted and yet excited to share this with you all. At 50, after a type…
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I haven’t been to Bodenham Lake for a few years. Last time, I sat with my little girl in a bird hide on a cold wintry day, with Bendog at my knee, bewitched by barnacle geese feeding and preening. Today, Gracie started sixth form college, so I decided to mark it with a wilder walk…
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Moved. From our big sky vista to a small Victorian brick yard, my pot garden is ruffled, but not dead. Plants, some bagged for ease of carry, are limp over algae concrete sloping to a small drain cover I already cleaned. I couldn’t face a last fare-thee-well to my Cardiffian birds. I looked up…
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Flame quick, then saunter-scinter I am light and quiet, until I am lonely. Hear me yap Through gaps In closed trees; minds Pad-foot through wood bush Or big, barley acreage, And fluffy clouds. I lick when hot. Strike when not. I am always here. Remember me. Play-dance in moss,…
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We are bearing witness in the English Channel and other places around the world to the natural movement of living beings, often with young, who are fleeing from their homes, from distress, seeking a flourishing and safe future in new bioregions, places. I feel it’s time to recognise the HUGE event it will become.…
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https://twitter.com/seasonalight/status/1292016303373516800?s=20 If you are already nawoke, what was your gateway in, your epiphany event? ~~~~~~
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The word average has an interesting etymology. It originally seems to have been derived from an Arabic word, ‘awariya, ” meaning damaged merchandise. Since the Middle Ages, the shipping and insurance industries adopted the term, I guess due to the high risks of damage from voyages on the high seas. If a ship were in…
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As a Fluminist, I continue to challenge human chauvinism underpinning the Anthropocene; reductionism and homogeneity continue to catalyze schisms and death rather than unity and life. I call for a purposeful expansion of the human moral imagination and creativity to help close the transilience gap, and my own work is a particular inquiry on love…
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Cancer. Pandemic shielding. And now post-op recovery. I have spent a great deal of time this last two years trapped behind glass. Sometimes, unable to use all my senses to the fullest, especially in relating to my kin (human or not). Windows, laptop, TV and phone screens shield me in my vulnerable state, at the same…
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Nurturing love and symbioethics during the Sixth Extinction through language and neologisms (Sym-lit). Sym ~ assimilated from Greek form of syn- word element meaning “together with, jointly; alike; at the same time;” from PIE (proto-indo-european) ksun or sm meaning “together”. Lit ~ from Latin litera, of alphabetic letters; later litteratura, of words and books.…
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“With the pace of smartphone evolution moving so fast, there’s always something waiting in the wings. No sooner have you spied the latest handset, there’s anticipation for the next big thing.” Chris Hall, Pocket Lint. Jul 2020. I want us to be able to think like this when it comes to our own bodies. “With…
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First flight, a juvenile gull lands heavy on the balcony. She’s scared. Parents, sentinels. The community is a riot. I’m going to call this mottle-beauty a gwylet, after Welsh gwylan for gull and ‘et, as in cygnet, owlet. After hours, she finds her way to the edge, and swoops again, wind through her virgin feathers.…
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I think it’s time we looked at time scales in terms of ‘doing’. The reality is the need for immediate change. Today. That everyone is not participating today is complex, but there’s real truth in urgency. The use of the word ’emergency’ has been severely compromised. I have read on Twitter a defense of using the phrase…
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Spiders intrigue me. There are more than 48,000 species of them around the globe, some yet undiscovered by humans, and all of them, bar one that we know of, are predators. They are hugely diverse, reflect all spectrums of light, and are individually character-full. I am being lured into their web of life. Araneae are…
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I have to be honest with you, friends. I’m not feeling particularly optimistic. An utterly inept and dangerous government is one thing, but that anyone might still support it is now utterly beyond me. Couple this with a lack of British publisher support for ecophilosophy, as it is deemed not to be saleable on the…
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On Birdetal being During Lockdown From my rooftop terrace on a hill in the city of Cardiff, in a vague state of suspended covi-disbelief you’ll recognize, I face due South into the eye of the midday sun. A man-jumble of roof, balustrade and wall contains what would otherwise be a 180 degree arc-view from East…
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Horns honk along the major streets in the cities of Minnesota. Signs are waved by shouty blonde-bleached women draped in the Stars and Stripes. MAGA white men in blue and red baseball caps, wave their high velocity rifles, like long, skinny phalluses, yelling that Dr Fauci be sacked. In Denver, the nurses step out into…
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In Celtic Gaelic, the word for life is beatha, pronouced ba-ha. It stems from the proto-celtic biwotūts, proto-indo eauropoean, gʷih₃wós and ancient greek βίοτος (bíotos). The word life comes from a Germanic (Anglo Saxon) descendent of the PIE root *leip– “to stick, adhere.” In trying to forge a new word for Dylan Thomas’s Green Fuse, or…
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Cherishism is an ecopolitical alternative to anthropocentrism for Life on Earth and future generations. Cherishism is not limited to, nor bound by, what I say. The following is the basis for further discussion. This is paramount. All need to feel empowered and local human and teresapien diversity embraced and expressed politically through each bioregion. Key Words…
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