Monthly Archives: August 2008

The pathological myth of progress has, over time, uprooted and displaced the more local, organic, and spiritual human myths that have sustained cultures all over the globe.  The result of this is an entrenched system of pathological politics and commerce, working in an unhealthy symbiosis with no orientation towards the future save that of monetary gain and technological innovation, and behaving with no responsibility towards or concern about future generations of humans, current and future generations of animal and plant species–in sum, so-called progressive society has barreled heedlessly through history, dealing in private property, material accumulation, and waste.  The legacy of modernism, industrialism, and deeper still any progressively-oriented society as opposed to subsistence-oriented societies is complete habitat and planetary destruction in exchange for temporal and spatial power.  This is nothing if not insane.  Therefore, the very notion of progress is pathological.

Which certainly raises the question for many: “If we cannot be progress-oriented, what can we be?”  My answer to this question is that we can be human among the miracles of existence; we can be natural and amazed, participating with and entranced by the balanced dance of existence; we can be content.  We can stop tweaking our technology and stop interfering with nature, stop increasing the velocity by which we storm Armageddon, which is the only absolute destination of progress.  We can replace our notions of some city of god with the reality of the immanence of spirit and the finely-tuned, self-correcting, highly improbable yet real miracle of life. 

We cannot hope to improve on the abundance provided to us through the cosmic fortunes that have grown life on this planet.  We are only a small part of the life that has grown so strongly, carefully, and slowly on this planet.  If there is progress to be made, it is not ours to make.  The human scale is too small, too insignificant for progress.  We practice our notions of progress and imperil not only ourselves, but an entire planet.  Only in our small arrogance can we believe that some god or cosmic forces have conspired to place us within a planetary ecosystem to develop engines of alienation and destruction, paving over and stopping the growth of life in a grandiose gesture of singularly egotistical and species-centric progress.  To believe that, under any justification, whether religious or scientific, is to harbor a delusion and nurture a pathology that affects an entire planetary ecosystem.

I’ve been reading an excellent, insightful book by Frederick Turner, Beyond Geography: The Western Spirit Against the Wilderness.  This is a brilliant and sweeping examination of the development of Western Civilization, with a keen sense of the struggle against nature and all that may be termed “wild” that has been the hallmark of “progress” from the taming of Mesopotamia and the deforestation in the spirit of Gilgamesh of Ur, through the rise and establishment of both Judaism and Christianity, and on towards the concretization of the Christian political states all the way through to the “discovery,” violation, genocide, and exploitation of the “settling” of the New World.  The rebel scholarship of the author, seemingly founded in a d.i.y. ethic and deeply Earth-based spirituality, and the sheer scope of this work both amaze and resonate with me, and I’ve found myself over the past several days not only deeply impressed with the book but also, once again, deeply disturbed by the depth and entrenchment of the pathology of the spirit of Western Civilization–the spirit explicitly stated in the subtitle: the Western Spirit Against the Wilderness.

It’s painful to live in a society so alienated from the seasonal rhythms and nature and the simple sacred fact of the ongoing creative (and destructive) process that is life.  Fresh aches from old wounds, then, are found in the following poem which I wrote today, after discussing with my wife my irritable and seemingly unending existential angst, the recurring despair that time and again shuffles its gloomy, cobwebbed, restless, skeletal form up through onion layers of consciousness and even medication, to be exorcised only in conversation, in written lines, in the undirected futile anger of kicking something, something that seems to go nowhere of consequence.

Despair and Lethargy

Never to touch the Earth,
the rootless wings of sun-worship
and sky envy, detachment, mechanics,
propel the modern monster down
paved highways.  Sorry, “post-modern”.

These losers don’t even know what
has been lost, worship Gilgamesh
in his Crusades against the
unbelievers of Earth, painting the
verdant soil with blood and asphalt.

Once again the wilderness screams
“Enough!” and breaks tractors
with wild enigmas, spilling gasoline
and oil over black pitch.  Civilization
shrugs off another Earthquake,

Trudging continually forward in ignorance.
The stupid armies gather once again
at Armageddon, playing rock-and-roll
on pay-per-view television.  The Greeks, Romans
ancient in their pavillions, cheer stupidly.

Morning comes and no one notices,
but all wake to alarms and eggs over easy
unwrapped from plastic and cardboard.
The television jabbers, always the same
similar morning show, too confident,

too proud.

In the spectacle that is American presidential politics, it’s simple enough to view the choices and check the box of the candidate that seems best, or at least the least threatening.  Of course, this time around and in the two-person pool of viable candidates, that candidate–for anybody with a shred of humanity and an ounce of brain–is Barack Obama.  And given the alternative of Armegeddon McCain, I will be casting my vote for Obama in November.

Yet Obama does not represent me or my deep-seated opposition to corporate capitalism, empire, and meaningless commodity economics.  Let me draw your attention to Paul Street’s consistent, if disheartening, work in demystifying Barack Obama and his phenomenal presidential campaign.

The endemic problems that America faces and that the corporate-military-entertainment complex of American faux-culture poses to the world will not be stopped by voting in any election; that much should be obvious to anyone with a view of history and American politics.  What presidential elections seem to consistently offer us is a choice between rash, unabashed, rabid, even celebratory imperialism, and a watered-down, deceptive, cunning version of that same imperialism.  Bill Clinton may have made us all feel more comfortable after the excesses of Reagan and Bush–and in the same way, Barack Obama may ease our collective American stress and liberal consciences after the horrors of the Dubya administration–but the election of these watery Democrats to the office of president will never be a solution.

Actually, if you think about the inordinate weight of the multiple crises that we face–and the imperialism and racism which Street writes about are only facets of the whole–you may begin to entertain the notion that massively-scaled industrial society is at the root of these crises.  The kind of characterless, centralized, vague, and cut-throat politics represented by the American presidential politics could be seen as one large symptom of this greater ill of industrial society, as well as a large tool in maintaining its necessarily imperial character.

This is a large accusation, and radical.  I am not interested at the moment of drawing the associations between the impersonal mechanics of industrial society and the impersonal mechanics of empire and presidential politics, which should be fairly obvious.  I am concerned with the monumental problems that we and the entire Earth with us face because of the hubris of industrial civilization, those problems being political and economic imperialism, massive pollution, and the cheapening of life in all its forms, just to make three sweeping generalizations.  We must ask the question: “How should we live on the Earth in order to restore and maintain ecological balance?”  I think that if we approach and address the current crisis of civilization in this way, and act accordingly and sensibly, we will fare far better than we have fared by placing our faith in leaders, ideologies, economic plans, markets, and other compartmentalized aspects of our modern crisis.

The problems we face are overwhelming and will continue to evade our political schemes and ideologies, whether Marxist or Capitalist or Anarchist; they will continue to proliferate until we recognize that the scale in which we have been approaching the world is as monumental and overwhelming as our problems.  In his classic book Small is Beautiful, EF Schumacher advocates for what he calls “intermediate,” but what I like to think of as “human-scale” technology.  It seems to me that a shift to human-scale technology has the capacity to begin to address our myriad problems of pollution, unemployment, political disempowerment, neo-colonialism, military oppression, and many of the rest.  By human-scale technology I mean gardens and small farms instead of agribusiness, rainwater collection and erosion control instead of hydroelectric dams, candles instead of fluorescent lights, bicycles instead of buses and SUVs.  This scaling back to the human level provides many benefits: opportunities for meaningful employment; reduction of waste and overall energy consumption; the restoration of natural beauty and community to everyday life; and investing energy, people, and funds into community and public projects rather than into corporate and military projects that are destructive of every aspect of life and community.

We have not and will not find any presidential candidate in the current political landscape who is ready to divest capital from the bloated corporate operations that have become emblematic of both American politics and culture; who is willing to entertain the idea that the solutions to our problems lay along lines that are constructive to human life and creativity instead of along the jagged crevices of destructive military solutions and the suppression of true community-centered democracies.  Hell, we may not even find many among our own citizenry who are willing or even able to push their minds, wills, and bodies along these frontiers. Yet we must proceed along these lines, because the solutions to the global holocaust to which massive, unchecked industrialization has led and continues to lead us, will not come from the same over-developed tool box that has been draining the world of fossil, human, animal, and plant energy since the steam engine began its mechanical, scientific, dehumanizing work.