December 8th, 2011
attend to the world not your angst
Do an experiment for me. Because science involves getting your hands dirty (sometimes literally). Go for a walk outside and clear your mind. Don’t think about work or school or whatever your friends are doing. Just clear it out so you have room to appreciate what you’re seeing. Look at trees, clouds, shadows. Animals if there are any around. Flowers. Take a close look at plants and try to find insects on them. Look at lamp posts, at fences, at cracked bits of paving, at bicycles. Go up close and have a good look at peeling paint, spots of rust, chips, and cracks. Look at dirt. Look at water.
Think a little bit about how each of these things came to be there, how it works, what makes it look the way it does. In some cases you might know. Think about metal and its interaction with oxygen in the air, the exchange of electrons that leads to chemical bonding, and how that forms spots of rust. In some cases you might not know. But have a think anyway – wonder why the shadows of things close to the ground have sharp edges, while the shadows of things further away are softer and blurry. And if you find something that you don’t understand deeply, remember it when you go back inside and look it up and try to find out why.
Now when you look at the world in this way, don’t you find it more amazing and interesting and wonderful than when you wander around in a daze thinking about work or school or not missing your bus or whatever?
Cathy sent me a link to this article on Irregular Webcomic!. It’s essentially an explanation of why knowing science adds to your sense of awe and wonder with the world instead of detracting from it as (apparently) so many claim and/or fear.
The key sentence:
Understanding leads to appreciation.
Yes it does.
But it also requires a certain level of comfort with change because new understanding also leads to new ways of thinking. And that can be scary.
But there’s another critical thing here. People often seem to assume that feelings are irretrievably linked to a specific narrative. So if you’ve found or created a life narrative (an explanation that explains your situation to yourself – that makes sense of it and thereby gives you some little sense of control) that provides moments of hope, or awe, or wonder, the threat in losing that narrative (of having it proved wrong, for example) is that we will simultaneously lose those precious feelings. And sometimes it is only that hope that we will, in some future moment, feel that awe or wonder that keeps us going.
Feel lousy this morning? You can get up and move through the morning work routine because your story tells you that there will be a payoff at some point in the future. In times like those it’s really hard to give up the story – even when the narrative is itself the reason you feel so frakkin lousy (which btw is often the case).
That’s really the point underneath the article. And it is important.
Our feelings are a critical point in any narrative, but the narrative is an ephemera compared to the feeling set. No matter how awful things get, we as a species still have the same set of feelings. We do hope and awe and wonder if we are slaves or if we are masters. It doesn’t matter what narrative we construct, those same feelings will find a home within the story.
So if feelings are not a useful criteria for choosing which narrative to live by, what criteria are appropriate?
Aha! Now that’s the question.
What’s your answer? (Mine was decided many decades ago, but I really do want your answers before I reveal mine. Post them to comments here or email me mary (at) tailfeather (dot) ca
November 8th, 2011
just because / attending to the small things
You know I’ve never heard Feynman saying anything silly. What a wondrous thing a mind like this is.
Post post addition:
I wondered more about the idea of Feynman saying something silly, and so I went looking for it. It wasn’t hard to find.
So what happened to the old theory that I fell in love with as a youth? Well, I would say it’s become an old lady, that has very little attractive left in her and the young today will not have their hearts pound anymore when they look at her. But, we can say the best we can for any old woman, that she has been a very good mother and she has given birth to some very good children. And, I thank the Swedish Academy of Sciences for complimenting one of them. Thank you.
Has this silliness changed my mind about Feynman’s fine mind? Not at all. Would I have wanted to know him? Depends on what he would have done when I called him an idiot for using such a mean-spirited metaphor. Everything depends on what he did with the new data that an old woman has something of value that has nothing to do with what his dick responds to. Anyone know if he was ever called on it?
November 7th, 2011
science and poetry / Adam Dickinson
One of the poets I heard read at the recent poetry conference was Adam Dickinson. After that session I went to the book table (s) and bought his Cartography and Walking and Kingdom, Phylum. The poem I am going to post here is from the second book.
But before I let Adam take over the page, I just want to say that I’ve noticed a surge of interest in poets about the scientific and an interest in finding the places where the poetic impulse and the scientific one meet.
In an interview, Dickinson has this to say in response to Rob McLennan’s question:
Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
My work is about adjacency, about standing in relation to questions of order and disorder, identity and decomposition (as opposed to assuming a discrete position in concluding such questions). I am fascinated by the prospects of using poetry as an alternative form of engagement with questions traditionally associated with the domain of scientific analysis. The reliance in scientific discourse on images and metaphors (what is the atom if not a metaphor? What is evolution if not a narrative?) is a wonderful enactment of the plurality of resources required to think through fundamental questions of materiality and temporality, and, ultimately, ethics, identity, and community. I am also increasingly interested in aleatory poetics and treated texts as a way of inviting the environment into the authorship of the poem. So much ecological poetry is written by humans. I am very intrigued by inviting the weather or other organisms into the text through the interventions of chance-based procedures. I am also an academic, so my research interests in ethics and postmodernism also figure into the poetics underlying some of my compositions.
There’s even a Centre for Poetry and Science. And an e-zine / Poetry and Science. I find I have hope that there may be some conceptual change come out of such a coupling of human selves and minds.
Upper Pleistocene In the beginning, heaven was divided from earth, night from day, sea from dry land. I watch dark birds fly south like collapsed roofs, like wide-open mouths. I watch them leave the city of split streets, the poplar branches leaning away from each other. Maybe in the beginning He saw that it was good, but it wasn't. You are born, limbs grow away from you, leave home. All the king's horses, all the king's men. Look creation says, your body has split: arms, legs, fingers. Bones of the inner ear may have evolved from the jaws of snakes that crept up to make listening out of teeth, and out of hunting, speech. This house is haunted, the pipes shake water up fro the ground. Ripped shingles must be dark birds, a rail spur, blind alleys of evolution: go back to the ocean, the birds say, go back to that place where you chose to have joints, chose choosing. It's not flight you want, but to come home, lie down, be together.
November 3rd, 2011
imagining the place where you are in the past
and not just in the human past, but the far, far past when birds like this flew over head.

For example, Aiolornis incredibilis is a bird that lived up to the end of the Pleistocene. It had a wingspan of 5.0-5.5 m (and it was not the biggest of the Teratorns). It weighed something around 23kg and was a predator. Holy frakking shit man. That would have been like a SUV with wings and nasty-assed beak flying over head.
These guys live in the Americas and there were people there at the time. It’s no wonder we have stories of thunderbirds.
One of the places where fossil remains of this bird have been found is in California (the Anza-Borrego Desert). If you hunt around on the net you’ll find lots of regional sites with pictures of remaining pictographs and petroglyphs. Of course most of these far post-date the end of the Pleistocene.
During the late Pleistocene the Anza-Borrego Desert was probably very different than it is today from the point of view of the kinds of plants and animals you find there.

From: Isotopic Records From Herbivore Teeth
To compare, the mean annual precipitation in Barstow today is about 111 mm, but the place was covered in grass lands. The mean annual temperature today is 18.7 °C. Horses, camels, mammoths, lynx, bison, antelope, deer, Capromeryx, Platygonus, Nothrotheriops, Paramylodon, Smildon, oh and so many more. And were today you’ll find desert scrub, you’d find then pinyon-juniper woodlands, and where there are woodlands today, you’d find mixed-conifer and boreal communities of plants. I mean there were evergreen oaks (Quercus spp.) growing in what today is the Chihuahuan Desert. But the big plant deal, according to Connin, were the C4 plants.
A C4 plant is better adapted than a C3 plant in an environment with high daytime temperatures, intense sunlight, drought, or nitrogen or CO2 limitation. Most C4 plants have a special leaf anatomy (called Kranz anatomy) in which the vascular bundles are surrounded by bundle sheath cells. Upon fixation of CO2into a 4-carbon compound in the mesophyll cells, this compound is transported to the bundle sheath cells in which it is decarboxylated and the CO2is re-fixed via the C3 pathway. The enzyme involved in this process is PEP carboxylase. In this mechanism, the tendency of rubisco (the first enzyme in the Calvin cycle) to photorespire, or waste energy by using oxygen to break down carbon compounds to CO2, is minimized.
Examples of C4 plants include sugarcane, maize, sorghum, amaranth, etc.
It’s these plants that supported the large numbers of animal species that lived in the south west then.
The thing is that because of the placement of the ice sheet, jet streams and high and low pressure zones would have changed as well. You change one element, the others adjust. It’s one big system and what may seem like a little change to us can have big consequences. So in the south west they would have probably had more winter rain than today, more seasonal differences than today, i.e. cooler summers. One of the things this could have meant is that there was more effective moisture than today, even though there was not much difference in the amount of rain that fell over the whole year. There were, for example, great pluvial lakes throughout the Great Basin and the desert areas of the south west.
And there were huge flying predatory birds, camels, mammoths, sabre toothed cats and people. On what today is a desert. Awesome.
October 27th, 2011
holy molee mother mary
I was reading From Telomeres to the Origins of Life over at The New York Times and ran across this:
For instance, we’ve made progress on the question of how you make a primitive cell membrane. Others had showed how a common clay mineral, montmorillonite, might have played a role in helping to make RNA. Our lab showed how it could help membranes to form and bring the RNA into the membrane.
You try to actually make life in your lab. In essence, you’re trying to prove evolutionary theory in a petri dish. How do religious fundamentalists feel about your work?
After that work on clay was published, we got a lot of e-mail from fundamentalists: “Oh, this is so wonderful. We are so happy that you’ve shown that it’s just like it’s written in the Bible or the Koran.” In Genesis, it begins with clay.
I nearly spewed tomato sauce all over my monitor, I laughed so hard.
Here’s the abstract from the article, just in case you think Szostak is proving Genesis correct.
The clay montmorillonite is known to catalyze the polymerization of RNA from activated ribonucleotides. Here we report that montmorillonite accelerates the spontaneous conversion of fatty acid micelles into vesicles. Clay particles often become encapsulated in these vesicles, thus providing a pathway for the prebiotic encapsulation of catalytically active surfaces within membrane vesicles. In addition, RNA adsorbed to clay can be encapsulated within vesicles. Once formed, such vesicles can grow by incorporating fatty acid supplied as micelles and can divide without dilution of their contents by extrusion through small pores. These processes mediate vesicle replication through cycles of growth and division. The formation, growth, and division of the earliest cells may have occurred in response to similar interactions with mineral particles and inputs of material and energy.
Don’t you just love mental sweetpeas?
October 27th, 2011
bacteria and your sex drive, your mind, your baby
From Not Rocket Science, a very cool blog
Meanwhile, Gil Sharon found that gut bacteria can shape the sexual choices of flies. Flies that are raised on diets of starch prefer to mate with other “starch flies” while those raised on maltose prefer “maltose flies”. When Sharon dosed the flies with antibiotics, she killed both their gut bacteria and their sexual preferences. If she inoculated the sterile flies with the microbiome of their peers, their preferences reappeared instantly. It’s possible that the bacteria influence the levels of sex pheromones that affect the fly’s attractiveness.
These studies show that you can’t understand an animal’s evolution simply by considering the evolutionary pressures that act on its genome. You also have to consider the genes of the bacteria and other passengers that live inside it. We’re each like a superorganism – a unified alliance between the genes of several different species, only one of which is human.
I mean seriously? How cool!
Our microbiome is like a hidden organ, helping us to break down foodstuffs that our own cells cannot cope with. And in turn, our food affects our microbiome. Our first set is laden with genes for digesting milk proteins, allowing us to make full use of our only source of nourishment as babies. Breast milk might even have evolved to nourish the most beneficial bacteria with special sugars.
And this last bit (there are lots more, go RTFA)
Babies end up with a very different portfolio of skin and gut bacteria depending on how they are delivered. Those who are born naturally harbour a more diverse array of bacteria, which resemble those in their mother’s vagina, including several species that are important for digestion. Those who are delivered by C-section are colonised by a less diverse array of bacteria, including some like Staphylococcus that are picked up from the hospital environment.
There are soooo many jokes that could come from that last bit, but seriously, these relationships between bacteria and their larger hosts (us) are deeply interesting.
October 27th, 2011
guess what I did today…
I completed one very big project and two small ones. One is already submitted and the other two will be off tomorrow.
Wahooooo! Think I’ll make custard and kiwi tonight and celebrate. I also ordered The Origins of Life by David Deamer and Jack W. Szostak. (It might also take the edge off my reading of Morton, but more on that later.) Reading Szostak will be a future delight.
(weeks of work, that was)
October 16th, 2011
Timothy Morton/The Ecological Thought, part (last) 4b
This post is about Timothy Morton‘s The Ecological Thought, and as you can probably tell from the post’s title there are three other bits on tailfeather about the book. You can find them here.
Morton’s book is basically an argument for moving forward into animism. I hasten to say that he does not mean the kind of animism of locality, or tribal societies actually operating in our world. Rather, his animism is defined based on the scope of its application. “Ancient animisms treat beings as people, without a concept of Nature.” This is the starting place, but for Morton, the scope of such treatment is what really matters. One must include the non-living as well as the living.
All of this sounds wonderful but it is a surface thing, a thing of personal feeling, without much material experience to provide its material body, its manifestation. Morton’s construction of animism certainly doesn’t uproot basic Western assumptions that, arguably, get in the way of Morton’s postulated rather intense human change.
The feeling thing: It’s a bit like my feeling about pumpkin pie in the fridge. I do want to eat it all. I do. Convinced of such a thing, my stomach howls for it and yet I know if I don’t moderate my feeling, much of the rest of my alimentary system will react poorly, and with some acidity. Yes, it would be wonderful if we humans could think outside our own personal world, get past our desire for the “whole pie”. And of course we are individually learning to do so, but is that what is really going to change how we behave as a group, especially when faced with threats outside our body’s ability to perceive?
We were wired to react to a fast moving predator. We were not wired to handle the stressors of urban living. We’ve largely dealt with the predator issue because we could. We aren’t dealing with urban stressors at all well. Is it because we need bodily cues of the “Watch Out! Bear coming!” sort?
The assumption thing: Having lived with animists for much of my lifetime, I can tell you they are not particularly environmentally friendly, not in a way that will moderate such realities as terrible population density, family and community destruction and other such contemporary human issues all of which destroy the human capacity for compassion and caring. The lack of environmental awareness (have you ever seen the dump on a Rez?) comes not from a lack of animism, but from something else. That “something” is what will be key to shifting things should one wish to do so.
I did read the last of the pages in Morton’s book, despite my need to take a day and not think about it all. I walked instead, saved some seeds from the garden, cooked – experiential palate cleansers. I still have mixed feelings. Mostly I despair of the lack of real argument, of sense, of an accurate understanding of what it is to be human today, and of course the lack of understanding of animism and other such particular moments in the text. On the other hand I deeply admire the attempt Morton has made to think past Romanticism (which I agree is deadly), and define for himself and others a new way of attending to presence that will save our collected butts.
I do think he’s got some interesting bits in there. There are ideas worth thinking through, and I will read on to his Nature and further explore his OOO. But he hasn’t been able to banish the ghost of Romanticism and I doubt whether I’ll find he has been able to do so in these further works. The simple fact that this is a book about what we should do, how we should think, what we should let slide, that’s fundamental to Romanticism.
Romanticism is a kind of literary religion that has become, today. a culturally Green religion; it’s a form of Western religion that conflates what we want with what should be—it’s a revised Christianity, a moral faith about how to live here and now on the Earth based on the idealized (but temporally very local) notions of what could/should be. Just because it has the material earth at its core does not make it any sort of animism. Not that I am saying Morton thinks this, just that often when a person replaces God with Man, they think they have become a humanist, but they are really just theologists who think of Man as God. The same is true for those fundamentally theologically minded persons who replace God/Man with Nature (or Earth, or Goddess, or the Mesh.)
In my experience (as an animist and as a watcher of animists), animism’s true distinction is not that it treats the rest of reality as a multitude of persons (and it’s not just other life forms either Dr Morton, one can have a relationship with lightning as well as with a bear) but that most animists are pretty aware that morality is designed for human beings to get what human beings need and want, at a specific place, and at a specific time. (The head woman speaks for the band, not for the gophers, not for the deer, nor the waters, unless the gophers are her particular partner, and then she would not be speaking as a head woman but as the partner of the local gophers.)
The group will have rules of course, all human groups do, but those rules are based on history, common law, and very few of the day to day rules (like sleeping with another’s spouse, say) are ever couched in terms of “because God says not to”. If thought of at all, those rules are couched in consequential terms. For example, if I get caught I am going to get banished and cause horrible pain to my sister, but if I don’t do this I am going to remain a very very unhappy woman. Or, if we eat all the gophers, then who is going to let us know when the bison are coming from too far away for us to hear or sense?
Most animistic religions aren’t connected to the host culture’s moral system in the same way Christianity encodes morality through (say) the 10 commandments. When a spirit speaks and tells you to do something, it isn’t meant for everyone. The spirit speaks to get you what you need. It isn’t for your neighbor. That’s fundamentally different than what is intended behind the story of God speaking to Moses. When the woman above makes her decision it won’t be based on this sense of “rightness” but on what’s good to live with. That’s why the Salish words for “wilderness” really translate to “land not good for us to live on” and do not equate with the cultural lode born by the English word.
Because animistic belief and moral systems are separated, how one connects to what is and how one behaves with other humans are also based on different cultural structures; and that is fundamentally different from Romanticism. Romanticism is based on the same assumption that is fundamental to Judaism, Christianity and Islam—that how one behaves and what one believes are based on the same thing—or at least they should be. This integration of belief and behaviour (the ecological thought) is what Morton’s book tries to establish, and also why it fails to get beyond Romanticism.
The central question about “thinking forward” comes from the simple fact that the Enlightenment was essentially the development of science based on that same assumption that codes Romanticism. Can scientific thinking (which is what will allow us to know enough about the actual world outside human needs and desires to actually think about it and not some echo of us) operate in a new OS? Can we dump that moral/behavioural conflation (a key code sequence in the Enlightenment/Romantic OS) and still keep the applications (e.g. science, aesthetically based “spiritualities”) built upon it? I suspect yes, but I would really like to know what that would mean to the kinds of things we choose to think about, to desire and obsess about.
October 14th, 2011
Timothy Morton/The Ecological Thought, part 4a
This post is about the last section of Timothy Morton’s The Ecological Thought, and as you can probably tell from the post’s title there are three other earlier bits on tailfeather about the book. You can find them here.
This is a read-along post. Basically what you’re going to get here is my reaction as I hit bits I hate or love. I’ll probably sum up my reaction in the last paragraph of the last part if you don’t want to go along with me.
p. 98/The title of the last section is “Forward Thinking”. I haven’t read anything in the section yet but it already suggests that he is going to mean this in two ways. The first is the implication of that comes with the ideology of progress; the second is simply a movement from the “dark” place he’s taken us so far and into the the human social world that would be created by thinking the ecological thought.
He’s clearly in love with language; I wonder if he writes poetry. He turns some wonderful phrases, but his love of sound and the rhythm of sentences is getting in the way of clarity and this is prose with an intent to get across a very specific, rather important, message. It irritates me this lack of editorial control over one’s own work.
p. 99/His thing about ethics drives me nuts. He starts by saying that if there is a truck coming at a little girl you, if you see it, have an obligation to rescue her. The fact that you realize the truck is going to kill her obligates you. This seems to be part of what he means by sentience, the realization that something is coming. He then pushes this premise to say that we know climate change is adversely effecting the world in which we live, and so sentient forms (including humans) are responsible for climate change. It doesn’t matter if we caused it or not. He argues that we don’t have to come up with a reason to rescue the girl (or our selves from climate change), we just have to do it. “That’s why it’s called an ethical decision.” It doesn’t have to be proved or justified. You just do it.”
Gar. There are so many holes in that set of links that it’s nearly senseless. Take the woman that rescues that little girl. She may have reacted fast and, from her point of view, didn’t take the time to think about what she was doing, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t thought out. It just happened way below the level of consciousness and was based on a life-time (and an evolutionary lifetime) of preparation and situational analysis. So there are lots of reasons to save the little girl. And surely Morton isn’t trying to make self awareness a necessary component of sentience?
Also, can we really call the woman’s reaction ethical?
(The only thing Morton seems to actually want to accomplish in this section is to divorce the question of whether we are at fault for climate change and our current and future behaviours to address the ongoing destruction. This is a sensible point. Why did he feel the need to dress it up as an ethical problem, rather than just a survival one?)
Normally what it means to act ethically is to act in accordance with what are the norms of the society, the rules, the moral code. Yes, normally one imbibes these from one’s infancy on and they become all but unconscious, tied to emotional cues like disgust and awe. We might not be really aware of our code, in the same way a native language user isn’t usually aware of his or her language’s rules. This doesn’t stop the native speaker from following the rules, nor does the invisibility of the rule make it nonexistent.
Moral codes, like linguistic ones, are arbitrary, evolved as they are to the needs of the species. Moral codes are built on human needs, human biology, human sociology. Saving the little girl is a human-oriented moral impulse. This impulse exists to save humans alone. It does nothing for lions, or trucks, or the quality of the air we breathe.
Awareness of a problem requires us to act? Let’s rephrase: there is a problem; I ought to fix it. Bah.
Yes this climate change is our responsibility, just as the Cyanobacteria were responsible for the devastating atmospheric destruction that released that poisonous gas oxygen into the atmosphere in enough numbers to nearly wipe out all anaerobic life on earth. Of course, the consequence of that devastation was to allow for the development of aerobic life forms (you know kitties, puppies, us). If we’re going to get really big here, then all we’re doing is being good Cyanobacteria copycats and preparing the planet for the next great wave of life forms.
Sure all the lions, tigers and bears will go down with us, but really, in the course of geologic time, who is out there to give a frack? It only matters to us if all humans die (well, and maybe it matters to dogs, and house cats. Maybe.). So what responsibility to we bear? To keep ourselves alive? Yes, I’d say this is a biological imperative and probably the root of all human moral systems. Do we need to take into account the lions, tigers and bears to meet this? Good question. The problem is that we can’t really answer it. We’ve already killed off many, many species and we’re still here.
What we don’t know is for how long we’ll be here. Perhaps what we’ve already done is more than enough to see off the long slide down into our species’ extinction. It’s a bit like having a red pill and a blue pill. One is poison; one is not. You have the option to swallow one whole. Which will you choose? If it was my choice, and I knew one too many pills would kill me, I’d just not swallow either. Safer that way. So yes, we may be too late since we’ve already swallowed many life forms whole in our species’ drive to expand. If we can stop acquiring (which is grave doubt) then it would be safer not to kill off any more species and thereby take that one pill too many.
The point is that our ethics are not the ethics of Cyanobacteria. We are in conflict. They might be all in favour of allowing us all to die so that the earth can return to its earlier anaerobic paradise. They might have a chance at a resurgence then. They don’t right now. The whole mesh thing, this thinking big schtick Morton has going on depends upon the idea that the earth “should” stay viable for its current crop of creatures. Bah, bah, bah. Pisses me off this kind of logical fallacy couched as it is in pretty words.
Why not just say I don’t want to die. Do you? If you don’t then we need to get real about our limits and the limits of the bio system’s capacity to support us. There. Done.
p. 102/end of the first subsection. More of the same. Prophet speaks roars through all the paragraphs. There’s a bit where he says, “Gregory Bateson, who asserts that the only good decisions are unconscious ones, an idea that sounds suspiciously, like “The only good woman is a dead one.” Reminds me of the kind of “logic” Glenn Beck would use.
You know I really don’t want to finish reading this book, and only 20+ pages from the end. Take a break, drink some coffee, watch the crow soliciting donations across the road.
October 12th, 2011
Timothy Morton/The Ecological Thought, part 3
Reading Morton is like reading Deleuze’s The Fold, only Morton isn’t as clear.
I picture a bit of writing (especially prose) as a space through which the reader is being asked to move. At first one is blind, but with each sentence walls appear, windows, doorways, and through them the colours and textures of the interior, the bright lights, the dim regions. The author’s job is to provide a world in and through which his or her thoughts can be communicated.
Not that any such communication can be perfect. The writer and reader, whatever similarities they may have will differ in their areas of knowledge, culture, experience, etc., and therefore their connotations will differ – and so the message communicated to the reader will not be identical to the author’s sense at the time of writing, not once “the message” lifts up from the marks on a page and into the mind of the reader. There will be commonalities because otherwise the marks will just be marks and not communication, but no message is ever static. But Morton – jeez, it’s like negotiating one of those fun house rooms that take advantage of the ways in which our perceptual organs assume things about the world that aren’t in fact the case. And going through said fun house while on a rolling ship, whilst battling seasickness.
And you know, I think it deliberate. It has to do with his message, but I rather think he’s taken the idea of form following function a bit too seriously.
Of course there are wonderful bits in there, some startling, “decorative” moments in the house Morton built, but the argument itself?
Section two (“Dark Thoughts”) follows section one by washing the reader down the whirlpool created by a purposeful flinging off of identity. What he does is follow the feeling trail of monstrousness (his strange stranger) all the way down to the place it shoots back out into a new universe, presumably discussed in the final section called “Forward Thinking”. It’s a bit like taking a bad trip.
Part of the data set that takes us down into these “dark” thoughts is the acknowledgement that we don’t know with any certainty what is living and what is not. In fact, the consequence (the tight, dark well at the bottom of this effort) is to acknowledge that such a line between life and non-life is fictitious.
“Life” is a word for some self-replicating macro-molecules and their trnasport systems…”life” is to be found within matter itself. (p 67)
There are a lot of bits of data like this in the chapter; it’s a bit like being in a sandstorm of fact. Makes it frakking hard to see where you’re going.
He also argues that life is algorithmic in nature (p.68) which is lovely and, at least at a certain level of macro-molecular expression, certainly true. He argues that our capacity for language is an evolutionary matter of degree and not kind. Again: almost certainly true. But the thing is that there is still enormous argument over this in the literature. There are reputable arguments still being made for the idea of “kind” and not “degree” and this is not mentioned by Morton at all. It gives me pause when a serious discussion is mentioned only as fact. This is what I called “prophet speak” and I don’t trust it, even if I agree with some of the points made.
Much of his argument is to suggest the radical strangeness of all beings, including our “selves”, which makes us all equal. Yet he also has these moments, when discussing things like anthropocentrism and aesthetics when he also suggests our differences.
Everything we think becomes suspect, as we assume that there is a Nature from which our thinking can deviate. And deviancy must be punished. The position of hunting for anthropocentrism is anthropocentrism. To claim that someone’s distinction of animals and humans is antropocentric, because she privileges reason over passion, is to deny reason to nonhumans. We can’t in good faith cancel the difference between humans and nonhumans. Nor can we perserve it. Doing both at the same time would be inconsistent. We’re in a bind. But don’t despair: kings felt less for peasants than they did for pheasants. The bind is a sign of emerging democracy of life forms. (p 76)
It is? Here I thought the “bind” is a consequence of the multiple evolutionary developments by which a group of social primates came to think as they do currently. But do you see what I mean about the “folding” of thought in Morton. Democracy of forms? Didn’t know bacteria cared one whit for us as “host”. Is a human reader privileging reason over passion really the same as the denial of reason to nonhumans? And the fact that two positions are apparently inconsistent is a problem with humans? We do that all the time. More than two positions, even three is common I’d of thought. I mean just look at right wing theists who also visit doctors when ill. Or those against genetically modified food who eat corn. Or Tea Partyites that get mad when their medicare payments are discussed.
If I were to summarize this section, it would be to quote Morton
We are embodied, yet without essence. True materialism would be nonsubstantialist: it would think matter as self-assembling sets of interrelationships in which information is directly inscribed: DNA is both matter and information. (p 82-83)
then add, and everything else is just a wavering set of simulations, a performance put on by matter. And that means you, so get used to it. You’re really just matter putting on a show which thinks of itself as human.
Of course so is everything else. All things are just various performances, which makes us all equally chimeras and simulations. That’s the ecological thought, as far as I can tell. What makes this “dark” is the supposed reaction one has to this realization.
I recognize that Morton is a Romantic scholar, and as such he is likely to have had an emotional tie to those writers and thinkers that felt that Nature (that personified notion, like Gaia, or Mother Nature, or some other such divine modeled on our various religious histories) was our salvation, our true being. Of course there are many people who feel this way, and the book, I suspect, has been written for them. It is a kind of road map to giving up Mama (she who replaced sky-daddy), without plunging into nihilism. OK. But please don’t ask me to mistake this map for the actual road.
Intimacy is never so obvious as when we’re depressed. Melancholy is the earth humor, made of black bile, the earth element. Melancholy art, such as the German “suffering play” (Trauerspiel), speaks the truth of pain. This art might be more ecological than sunnier versions. To be intimate with the strange stranger is to be in various kinds of pain. Being glued to a heating world that might overwhelm or kill us is bad news. Ecology is stuck between melancholy and mourning. Nature language is like melancholy: holding on to a “Bad” object, a toxic mother whose distance and object like qualities are venerated. Environmentalism is a work of mourning for a mother we never had. To have ecology, we must give up Nature. But since we have been addicted to Nature for so long, giving up will be painful. Giving up a fantasy is harder than giving up a reality. (p 94-95)
Bah. This path sure seems to lead from one True Belief state to another.
On to the final section.


