Tag: weather

  • Introducing andro-pyroclysm: when “wildfire” seems so tame.

    Image by me. Hand-drawn and then photo-filtered, NOT AI.

    For some time, my body has felt a visceral judder of injustice whenever the word “wildfire” is used across our ever-increasing media of meaninglessness (lately, every time I switch on my TV, radio, or social media apps).

    Like my neologism esranebula/esranebulous ~ the eerie blood-coloured ghostlight of the Anthropocene seeping from inter-continental crematoria smoke clouds ~ I think our English lexical simulacra could ironically do with shots of hyper-reality (see Baudrillard).

    In a new word, or term, I want to bring the lethality of unseasonal or uncontrollable fire to mind instead of a celebratory evolutionary modulator. “Wild” is also broad, semantically (a bit like “love”), and “fire” is not always cataclysmic; beyond a fireplace or campfire, escapable, survivable controlled burns (a true craft, and learned through generations) have proved to be an ancient place-based method of preventing thermal runaway and ignition of vegetative matter.

    See the global scale of the anthropogenic cellular-burn that LiFE is experiencing right now.

    I thought about ash, breath, souls, and screams (imagine those collective screams). Ashanaman was my first idea, derived from a proto-Celtic “burning of souls”. But I felt it tripped off the tongue too easily; perhaps too spiritually loaded; reflecting no hardship.

    Pyre is funereal. Cataclysm is expansive.

    “Pyroclysm” alone may not point the finger of blame. Massive “floods” of fire have flowed from past formations of large igneous provinces, major meteor strikes, or supercell lightning swarms, though increases in the latter may also be attributed to human-induced climate surgence.

    Using “andro” as the modulator in a hyphenated compound serves to nail general causation – collective human behaviour (hierarchies of power aside). Humans are deliberate or accidental incendiaries, either by storing spontaneously combustible materials in bulk or igniting by match or broken glass.

    Critically, of course, our species is the catalyst for rapid global heating/ice-melts by persistent selfish cultures of burning fossil fuels and emitting greenhouse gases.

    So, to the catastrophic loss of trillionitudes of LiFE on land by anthropogenic fire, I offer “andro-pyroclysm.

    Perhaps, Andro-Pyromundi could be deployed as part of a wider Earth Crisis; precursor to a planetary extinction event? “Pyrocene” coined by Stephen J Pyne implies that geological epoch of Flame Earth as opposed to Snowball Earth – perhaps colossal sea rises from polar ice melts will put that idea to bed (I just don’t know).

    The blaze across the horizon began to create its own weather system, and all the screams fell silent. Airborne embers were bone-lignin-chitin, and the ash crossed oceans. This was never a flame gone feral; this was an andro-pyroclysm.”

    Perhaps the term doesn’t conjure the gargantuan micro-macro pain, death, and grief involved across all species of a burning floloca, but could I cope with that kind of responsibility? The reality is about as bleak as it can get ~ hell-like.

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  • Ghostlight of the Anthropocene

    Sepia light seeps into my consciousness.

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    Monday morning came and went. I expected wind-lash Ophelia to clip us hard here in Cardiff and I battened down in readiness. Instead, thick clouds loomed and a strange sepia tone infiltrated every corner of my being. In my eyes, across my forearms, inside my head.

    I looked up at white exterior walls, knowing them to be white, yet they were not. The uncanniness altered my mental state. There was an ominousness to all and yet I felt excited. I looked out across the rooftops and towards the hills and felt disrupted, deeply distracted. I couldn’t work so observed the birds as they too observed the skies.

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    That this could be Saharan dust swept over the sea in the periferal surge of Storm Ophelia tricked me into feeling sanguine. If it nurtures the Amazon Rainforest, I considered, it might even enrich our soils. Such is our interconnected biosphere.

    But forest fire smoke is different. Forest fire smoke is the carbon atoms of the recently dead, like the carbon atoms that rise from the crematorium chimney. Forest fires, fanned by Ophelia, killed 40 people or more, and countless wild lives in Portugal and Spain, including hundreds of thousands of sentient trees. These atoms filled a whole sky, from horizon to horizon. Online, I gazed at strangely ironic, chromatic radar maps. This was continental, as was my realisation.

    Ghosts.

    The sepia light is still distracting me, long after it has blown away in a stiff northeasterly. The hurricane, the wildfires sparked by arson, all anthropogenic in magnitude. And even the Sahara itself:

    “Humans don’t exist in ecological vacuums,” says Archaeologist David Wright. “We are a keystone species and, as such, we make massive impacts on the entire ecological complexion of the Earth. Some of these can be good for us, but some have really threatened the long-term sustainability of the Earth.”

    We are each keystone beings, potential fluminists.

    We cause, and we effect. Everyone of us, agents.

    Collectively, we can do better than tone our world with the ghosts of our kin. I hope I never see it again, but I have given it a name ~ Esranebulous.

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