Sat down the other day and listed 69 reasons for serious worry about the way
we're treating the global economy -- using that word to include environment,
nature, culture, etc. Some of these harms were reversible by immediate human
action, some not.
I'd also be worried if we were going to treat nature as a new theoretics.
(Not saying us listees are doing this: I welcome this discussion.) What's
needed is to ignite those piles of intellectual dust in the human mind into a
magnesium flame. Because then we wouldn't be anxious observers of the
disappearing species, the polluted dawns. We would be kin, we would be those
who are also polluted but who -- it is one thing poetry can point to -- have
the capacity not to be. I unfortunately don't have Colin Simms's work
available, but it's very cheering if he points in that direction. So, surely,
does that hawk-lover, Helen Macdonald.
Doug
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