I have been reviewing my nature recordings over the last year, and listening to all the biophonies (Bernie Krause). I merge pictures, memories and feelings in my mind with the sounds to make a 'moment' – a kind of 4D experience.
Modern humans spend a lot more time dwelling on the past rather than contemplating the future. This is reflected in the words we use (as are most things). Times are changing and, with Earth in crisis, we are needing to imagine our futures ~ preferably, good ones.
With so many things re-quiring a very new approach (at least in living memory), I am beginning to dislike the prefix RE.
re-wire, re-weave, re-wild, re-store – ‘re’ as in to go back. Latin re- again, go back, Latin possibly from PIE ~ wret. … Read more
Credit: Paula Bronstein Click on image to find out more.
Biosemiotics is an increasingly important study for our westernised species Homo hubris. Observant of signs between living beings, it is a process and, therefore, relevant to the ecophilosophy of Fluminism.
“Relationships are strengthened via language in multiple forms, indeed a world of biosemiotics exists between all living beings (Wheeler, W), experience and even memory.” Introducing Fluminism (Battson, G).
“Biosemiotics is dedicated to building a bridge between biology, philosophy, linguistics, and the communication sciences.” Springer Editorial.
Increasingly, in a volatile and rapidly changing climate, there is a need to draw attention to the signs emanating from ‘above’ – the climatic symbols of change (sometimes violent). … Read more
The brutal scars of industrial prowess upon our atmosphere (above Hay-on_Wye), therefore, all life. Photo by me.
Look up in a clear blue sky on any given day and you’ll most likely see at least one vapour trail, if not many. It depends on where you are in relation to global aviation flight corridors. From satellites, they are often seen to scar up so badly it’s as if giant whips have been unleashed : The Whipped Peters of Planet Earth.
Lemn Sissay speaks at the Cambridge Union. Photo by me.
At the top of a wide staircase, under the light of a golden chandelier, I met an elderly man with depth to his eyes, leaning on a stick. We smiled, and began to speak of love and nature ~ that sponteneity, with a stranger. It’s rare. And memorable.
A few moments before, we shared an audience downstairs in the Cambridge Union; the talk by Lemn Sissay at the Cambridge Literature Festival. I have written before about his book, My Name is Why. Now, we were at the back of a long booksigning queue. … Read more