Tuesday, October 22, 2019

There is hope

Woken, not too early but also too early, argumentative child clashing with dark, interrupted dreams. Kettle on, coffee on, clothes on. Escaping, I sit uneasily on the stone step at the bottom of the garden, before floating with my cup to the top of the view.

There, I saw the birds flying in their pairs, the berries growing, the bindweed ripening. I looked up and gazed into the moon, gibbous and waning like me.

The moon reached down. "Maybe there is hope," she said. I knew what she meant, smiled inside. Hope is there, around us. We're being ground down like humans, the inverse of being fattened up, but still managed like cattle. Hope is here, at our feet. We have forgotten to look down, perhaps.

Hope is punk, punk is hope. The spread of weeds that lay around me, paused in the fresher autumn air, was proof of hope and growth and change and relentless future. On nature's side, an emergence that sits in chaos, that batters against the barricades trying to preserve us. Wabi sabi vs brutalism. Lao Tzu vs Bentham.

Coffee finished, I sucked in plenty of air and headed back down the hill.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Update snippets 2019-10-12

Autumn is here, a shift of tones above our heads, glorious in its vibrancy. Yet the shops ignore it, pushing forward with the red and whites of Christmerval, like a clinical dentist's shopfront jangling its keys. Stay outside.


Julian tweeted:

Techno-solutionism, a cultural disorder caused by long-term exposure to Californian Utopianism and crap sci-fi, expresses diverse symptoms. One of those symptoms is a rash of NASA t-shirts

My response (emphasis added):

Clever people and people wanting profit are brought together by an idea that 'people are stupid and therefore inefficient'. Tech needs to value and cherish slowness, nurturing, sustainability, aging and - ultimately - death if we're to turn this shit around.

Sustainability can only be defined in comparison to and in conjunction with death - being part of birth, life, growing, aging and wabi sabi, experience, procreation, regeneration, renewal, withering, refreshment.


On Mastodon, Sam posted this great summary of the difference in network medium environs:

Discovering the Fediverse has restored a great deal of the initial wonder and promise of the internet for me. That sense of active exploration and participation; of the possibilities for creation and connection. Quitting corporate social media was a necessary first step, granting liberation from the passive "lean back" culture of spoon-fed content consumption. But the #DIY ethos of Fedi is the most beautifully punk thing I've encountered in quite some time. Kudos.

I've been thinking about a Sussex Alternative Networking group for a while, and a few conversations with friends are encouraging me more. Time to start writing up notes in notebooks for when the time is right and the hours behind available.


Long read on how technology is making the world noisier

Saturday, October 05, 2019

What will spiritual war look like?

New Scientist: Extinction Rebellion founder calls for mass psychedelic disobedience

"I would support a mass civil disobedience where we take medicine to tell the state that they have absolutely no right to control our consciousness and to define our spiritual practice," Gail Bradbrook said


"The causes of the crisis are political, economic, legal and cultural systemic issues but underneath that are issues of human trauma, powerlessness, scarcity and separation. The system resides within us and the psychedelic medicines are opportunities to help us shift our consciousness," she told the conference.

This control over the mind is, I think, the key battle. Much unscalable behaviour comes from our own fears or security and social comfort, and capitalism is quite successful at selling us things based on that - light and heat, lack of death, finding partnerships, etc. All worthy goals, but the way we've dealt with them has too many side effects, both ecologically and mentally.

For me, this ties back to Shaun's dharmaecology idea posted recently, but also back to many other thoughts along the same line of course. Jung's work looks at this split between "rational" and "irrational" (conscious vs subconscious, man vs nature, etc) back in the 50s for instance.

I'm up for a psychological war; spiritual tools as part of the move to a new future (not just a "fight against" climate change, but a healing of the planet-human soul.)

Bring the wards and charms and sigils. Chant with drums. Automatic writing, not automatic weapons. Bring it on.


On a side note, this post is just part of an ongoing discussion in my head, spread around a bunch of places on the net. The ability to have multiple discussions with different people, all overlapping and feeding (mentally) into each other is a huge thing for me at the moment. Blogposts, Signal groups, XMPP chatrooms, drunken pub talks... All these are being woven together. Thanks if you've been chatting to me, you know who you are.

Friday, October 04, 2019

Round and round

Always a joyous day when new vinyl comes into the house. Left: Finally have some Joy Division on vinyl. Right: 65daysofstatic's new release, replicr. White vinyl. Stream it here.

"Turn the vocals up please."


Accidentally thinking about system splits today, through a couple of private conversations. Systems that emerge from others, that act on the same entities and people, that are intertwined through history, yet clash like generation war. Can we say if or where one system is separated from another? Or does understanding one inherently lead to understanding its offspring due to an unbreakable bond?

Case one - the Nature of systems vs Nature as a Thing. Same word and same world, but two different lenses I can fit in front of my dark seeing glass. Is it easier to work with a system based on its external interactions, or with its fundamental nature?


Plenty going on on the background these days. Trying to cobble together some photo projects with my new time off, but art is hard and requires the energy from a mindset so far away from everyday life. Still, I've been spending time in my new garden house - the name changes, today it is the August Tower - and away from mess and clutter, and something in me is shifting. Gathering. Breathing.