Category Archives: bearings

A Duty to Defy

On a day when the courageous voice of Russian dissident Alexei Navalny has been silenced by “a small man in a bunker”, we offer a passage from his bold & lucid statement made during a court hearing in 2021:

 

 

 

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Addicted to the Game

Now comes The Republic of  Imagination, a fascinating exploration of American literature written by the distinguished Iranian American author Azar Nafisi, who was expelled from the University of Tehran in 1981 for refusing to wear the veil, an early post-revolutionary harbinger of more severe repression to come. Though dating from 2014, Nafisi’s words continue to resonate ever more strongly today.

A few salient paragraphs below, with an image added by DP: a spiral galaxy as observed through the Webb telescope.

 

FIRESTORM FOR THE IMAGINATION

 

 

We note Nafisi’s more recent book, Read Dangerously; on our list for 2024!

 

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Human Lasagna

No, we are not referencing the village of cannibals among The Walking Dead, but rather the world’s most recent spasm of human supremacist oblivion, being a bloated vessel christened by “iconic” genius of global footie Leo Messi, here transmuted into a feckless shill for commercial whatevs; a megametamaxi casserole of kitsch launched (perversely) as “Icon of the Seas.” Below, a few images from the promo video; captions added by DP.

 

MOTHER OCEAN NOT WELCOME INSIDE THIS STORY

 

ICON OF THE ME, ME & ME: STICK A FORK IN IT

 

PASSENGER PREPARES TO BE FLUSHED

 

SO MUCH PASTA REQUIRES A LENGTHY DIGESTIVE TRACT

 

BAKE FOR TWO WEEKS AT 350 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT AND THEN PROCEED TO THE VOMITORIUM

 

APPARENT SIMULACRUM OF A GHOST MALL IN PARAMUS NEW JERSEY INVADED BY A HOVERCRAFT IN THE SHAPE OF A SUPPOSITORY.

Bon voyage!

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Enter That Breathing World

Courtesy of a faithful DP correspondent aware of our keen interest in abandoning an entrenched ethos of Human Supremacism, now comes Geneen Marie Haugen, a guide to the experiential, intertwined mysteries of nature and psyche with the Animas Valley Institute.

 

ENTWINED MYSTERIES

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Enjoy It While It Lasts

This week, we relay a graphic from a Guardian report that was on the front page this morning, yet not this afternoon. Apparently, the all-powerful Algorithm (nicknamed “Oz”) has decided there have not been sufficient eyeballs scanning the page to justify a front page spotlight any longer.

No surprise, given ongoing widespread lethargy and complacence in the face of a crisis that will soon be irreversible.

 

 

One person who understands the dire implications of the above: Andrew Dessler, a professor of Atmospheric Sciences at Texas A & M, who provided us with our title by stating, “Every year for the rest of your life will be one of the hottest [on] record. This in turn means that 2023 will end up being one of the coldest years of this century. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

 

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A Gift From the Universe

As relayed from the Webb telescope:

 

 

Grateful for the ever-expanding circles of DP correspondence and community.

With best wishes for a creative and joyful New Year;

more soon.

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Res Miranda

ADORATION OF THE MAGI   circa1390

Above, as relayed from the Met Cloisters ; below, Philip Stopford’s glorious setting for There is No Rose of Such Virtue.

 


Facts Matter

Against the senseless blather of COP 28, which has disintegrated into a desert rave for fossil fuel lobbyists, we offer three simple graphs that confirm we are a long way from facing the brutal truth of our deepening crisis:

 

 

 Reality is what’s still there when you stop believing in it.

(DP, with a nod to PKD)

 

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The Tyranny of Now

As the world’s hapless & increasingly irrelevant climocrats gather, in oil-stained Dubai of all places, to perform their annual COP Theatre of Blah Blah Blah, we bend an ear to the voice of philosopher and deep ecologist Roman Krznaric, via an interview earlier this year. Every word rings more loudly with each passing moon.

 

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Uplifted Into Infinite Space

Now comes the voice of novelist Lauren Groff, excerpted from an excellent recent Orion interview regarding her novel, The Vaster Wilds; immediately after reading her remarks, we placed an order for the book.

At the base of the story, even in its incredibly rudimentary earliest forms, there was always this push to slowly unveil the truth (one that we, in our hubris, tend to ignore) that humankind is a very short, bright thread in the enormous weave of the history of earthly life. It was urgent in this book to decenter human dominance and allow the rest of nature to take its proper place as equal to the human experience. As the girl in her flight goes deeper into her experience of being alone in the woods, as her body begins to suffer from the cold and exertion and hunger, the forest itself becomes a companion that allows her to see past the received ideas of civilization that had held her captive to that point, and in some ways becomes her solace.

One of the texts that I read while thinking through this book was Emerson’s essay, “Nature,” especially this part, which reverberates through my book:

“In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period so ever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life—no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground—my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space—all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent Eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.”

To which we respond: hear! hear!

 

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