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What is the Role of Myth in the Anthropocene?

“When the tread is thinnest…when we sense the tragedy of endings…when life and grace is threatened by deafness and ugliness…when tenderness is bullied…when fences of enclosure overshadow the last scrap of commons…then, which is now, comes a ferocity on the side of life, to protect, to cherish and to envoice what cannot speak in human language.”

Quoted on Terri Windling’s blog Myth and Moor; Jay Griffiths, as interviewed by Sharon Blackie.

 

Feraculture: Philosophy, Pigeon-Ideas & Notes

Statement of Interest. Notes.

I’m fascinated (obsessed by, perhaps) by the notion of ferality, as described by Merriam-Webster as;

 

Definition of feral:

a. of, relating to, or suggestive of a wild beast (feral teeth) (feral instincts).

b. not domesticated or cultivated (feral animals).

c. having escaped from domestication and become wild (feral cats).

 

This definition pictures a previously domesticated animal that has returned to a natural state; city dogs, ponies, humans who have ‘gone wild‘. One way of thinking about this is a previously colonized creature now living in nonnormative ways, and exhibiting nonnormative traits.

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Camp Communitas

Another earlier-written piece, again back in 2014, I think. Communitas was an idea talked about by anthropologists Turner and Gennep, which refers to a natural sense of togetherness and sociality that acts as psychic glue for healthy communities.

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Like sunlight breaking out from behind the clouds, this feeling falls on you. Community; family—a sudden and wild recognition of something shared that was not asked for, but happened anyway. I imagined that there was something of what those old Church Revivalists might have felt when they were swept up in rapturous dancing, laughing, or singing in tongues as the Spirit moved through them.

But unlike what I imagine those ceremonies to be, this dancing in the center of the mine, and on the motorways, and the singing before police lines didn’t feel like a blessing being bestowed from on high. It was like a gift rising up, from the stamping of our feet, from the earth beneath us, awakened by our willingness to put our bodies where they felt needed. It feels instead as if people are batteries [or solar chargers perhaps] and if you get enough of them in the right place, at the right time, all intent on the same cause, then…

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