Essentially I have to act like some kind of clown with a mass-scale circus act, just to be able to protect/conserve the systems that keep me alive and sane in the first place... *sigh.* I think this is also an issue raised with "The Tragedy of Celebrity," a five-page article I wrote and submitted to the New Yorker and recieved a nice compliment from one of the editors, without a publication... *sigh.*
I just talked with my father and he said that the word "plastificate" or "plastification" of nature and/or the environment works really well in his books. Great! I also told him that the tragedy of nature inside a box is a catch 22: the illusion of "nature" is infinite--vast extents of space of unspoiled lands--but the reality is that in order to conserve your system of study you have to put it in the box and put all the potential users of that space in a box (e.g. fishermen, loggers) to prevent them from using it, and then you have to mass produce your conserved box representationally (information-wise and plastification-wise) just to educate and inform the world your plot of land is being conserved; besides education, it provides revenue and income; and the tragedy of mass producing your system of study is that the use of materials (plastification) is perpetuating diseconomies of scale and is hurting everyone and everything else due to the wastefulness of mass producing nature. *Sigh*
Some additional thougnts on "Tragedy of Nature Inside a Box." (1) I have noticed that there is conflict of interest of different agencies in terms of land use. Certain moneys for a past lawsuit were used to restore recreational fishing, and now certain groups want to close down this area as an MPA... which is crazy!" (2) The other parts about human management "manicuring nature" of nature is the notion of "freezing nature." I told Ernesto Franco that we are treating these protected areas as "living museums." Ernesto Franco commented that indeed they are living, and they are not that easy to maintain as if you are putting a piece of art behind a picture frame. Organisms and environments change, but the question is, how would they change without humans? In a certain way, as soon as you put "nature in a box" in a preserve, you the human have boxed your pet pea species and environment behind a picture frame, and that action right there makes the whole place/environment/organism as an "unnatural construct." Hence the poem lines... Failures of the Living Museum(Sketch Poem)I placed my pet pea speciesin-a fancy picture frame.Tried-to flash-freeze my nature:Manicured Museum's Tame.It still did its own thingabling--I thought it'd never do--Struggling to its own rhythmic changeand lose its vibrant hue.Oh that Fuzzy Pookee Poo--My Coat muffled your sound!I tried to help my very best,But slipped Nature's confound[But-the Beast lost nature's ground] (confound? bewilder? baffle?)With beastly meby its side.
Cronon writes about this poem "Getting Back to the Wrong Nature" unconstrained plot can re replaced "uncivilized" plot.
Failures of the Living Museum(Sketch Poem, Update with Bird Refugia)I placed my pet pea speciesin-a fancy picture frame,flash-freezing fav's of nature:museums' manicured game.Still doing its own thingabling--I thought it would never do--Struggling to its rhythmic change,losing its vibrant hue.Oh Fuzzy Bird, Pookee Poo--My coatings muffled your sound!I tried to help my very best,But the beast lost nature's ground.With beastly meby its side.
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Essentially I have to act like some kind of clown with a mass-scale circus act, just to be able to protect/conserve the systems that keep me alive and sane in the first place... *sigh.* I think this is also an issue raised with "The Tragedy of Celebrity," a five-page article I wrote and submitted to the New Yorker and recieved a nice compliment from one of the editors, without a publication... *sigh.*
I just talked with my father and he said that the word "plastificate" or "plastification" of nature and/or the environment works really well in his books. Great!
I also told him that the tragedy of nature inside a box is a catch 22: the illusion of "nature" is infinite--vast extents of space of unspoiled lands--but the reality is that in order to conserve your system of study you have to put it in the box and put all the potential users of that space in a box (e.g. fishermen, loggers) to prevent them from using it, and then you have to mass produce your conserved box representationally (information-wise and plastification-wise) just to educate and inform the world your plot of land is being conserved; besides education, it provides revenue and income; and the tragedy of mass producing your system of study is that the use of materials (plastification) is perpetuating diseconomies of scale and is hurting everyone and everything else due to the wastefulness of mass producing nature. *Sigh*
Some additional thougnts on "Tragedy of Nature Inside a Box." (1) I have noticed that there is conflict of interest of different agencies in terms of land use. Certain moneys for a past lawsuit were used to restore recreational fishing, and now certain groups want to close down this area as an MPA... which is crazy!" (2) The other parts about human management "manicuring nature" of nature is the notion of "freezing nature." I told Ernesto Franco that we are treating these protected areas as "living museums." Ernesto Franco commented that indeed they are living, and they are not that easy to maintain as if you are putting a piece of art behind a picture frame. Organisms and environments change, but the question is, how would they change without humans? In a certain way, as soon as you put "nature in a box" in a preserve, you the human have boxed your pet pea species and environment behind a picture frame, and that action right there makes the whole place/environment/organism as an "unnatural construct."
Hence the poem lines...
Failures of the Living Museum
(Sketch Poem)
I placed my pet pea species
in-a fancy picture frame.
Tried-to flash-freeze my nature:
Manicured Museum's Tame.
It still did its own thingabling--
I thought it'd never do--
Struggling to its own rhythmic change
and lose its vibrant hue.
Oh that Fuzzy Pookee Poo--
My Coat muffled your sound!
I tried to help my very best,
But slipped Nature's confound
[But-the Beast lost nature's ground]
(confound? bewilder? baffle?)
With beastly me
by its side.
Cronon writes about this poem "Getting Back to the Wrong Nature" unconstrained plot can re replaced "uncivilized" plot.
Failures of the Living Museum
(Sketch Poem, Update with Bird Refugia)
I placed my pet pea species
in-a fancy picture frame,
flash-freezing fav's of nature:
museums' manicured game.
Still doing its own thingabling--
I thought it would never do--
Struggling to its rhythmic change,
losing its vibrant hue.
Oh Fuzzy Bird, Pookee Poo--
My coatings muffled your sound!
I tried to help my very best,
But the beast lost nature's ground.
With beastly me
by its side.
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