Love the exploration of post-nihilistic becoming in this piece. I did a lot of thinking and dialoging on what me and few others were calling “post-nihilist” thought and praxis back in the mid-2010s.
“We are domesticated animals with no memory of our wilder bits.”
Haunting, if true.
But I wonder if the real anxiety is that we DO remember our wilder bits, from our childhood, from history.
I also wonder if we were domesticated by others or chose to domesticate ourselves.
And if so is it reversible, can we re-wild our individual and collective psyche, via hunting or writing without AI and meditating at Bolinas lagoon. Or replanting a cherry orchard with endemic natives? And become feral.
Glad you saw this show, though can’t imagine how your voracious literary appetite neglected tasting Chekhov until now.
Also, your friend well remembers Alec Guinness on stage in a last gesture, extending a pen as a gift to his adversary.
I sure enjoy reading your spectacular writing, so many interesting thoughts layered with ideas that make me think more about too. I remember watching you in that play a million years ago and seeing you act and sing so effortlessly and being both highly impressed and annoyed that there was yet another thing you were so good at. Thanks again for sharing your writing, M.
Love the exploration of post-nihilistic becoming in this piece. I did a lot of thinking and dialoging on what me and few others were calling “post-nihilist” thought and praxis back in the mid-2010s.
Check out this short essay: https://entangledecologies.net/2019/09/09/from-the-ruins/
“Post-nihilist praxis refuses the sadness of nihilism along with the myopic comforts of pre-Catastrophic ideological certainties”
Yep!
“We are domesticated animals with no memory of our wilder bits.”
Haunting, if true.
But I wonder if the real anxiety is that we DO remember our wilder bits, from our childhood, from history.
I also wonder if we were domesticated by others or chose to domesticate ourselves.
And if so is it reversible, can we re-wild our individual and collective psyche, via hunting or writing without AI and meditating at Bolinas lagoon. Or replanting a cherry orchard with endemic natives? And become feral.
Glad you saw this show, though can’t imagine how your voracious literary appetite neglected tasting Chekhov until now.
Also, your friend well remembers Alec Guinness on stage in a last gesture, extending a pen as a gift to his adversary.
Keep wielding yours in this way.
You may be right. Re-childing and re-wilding.
That was a great day in London!
I sure enjoy reading your spectacular writing, so many interesting thoughts layered with ideas that make me think more about too. I remember watching you in that play a million years ago and seeing you act and sing so effortlessly and being both highly impressed and annoyed that there was yet another thing you were so good at. Thanks again for sharing your writing, M.
I love that you remember the Daulntless thing. So fun!