We read differently outside.
connects with "walking and the wâhkôhtowin imagination" by dwayne donald. how does our environment impact our thought process? walking/reading outside, nature as rejuvenation, a refresh
We read differently outside.
connects with "walking and the wâhkôhtowin imagination" by dwayne donald. how does our environment impact our thought process? walking/reading outside, nature as rejuvenation, a refresh
Literary biodiversity, like habitat studies, prompts us also to collaborate with ecologists. The gap between science and the humanities remains wide. We rarely think together, and we need to. We need to be lichens.
me and ceci core!!!!!!
While at first this way of being appears radically different from our own, the idea “We are all lichens” echoes through enlichenment thought.5 Recognizing that there are no individuals is a critical ecological insight made glaring by our global environmental crisis, and it must become central to our understanding of who we are in the world if we have any hopes of shifting the dangerous individualism that has led us here.
re: d. griffiths "queer theory for lichens"; we are all lichens. symbiotic, mosaic, slow-growing. on a body level, we are tapestries of bacteria from head to toe. on a social level, the humans are the bacterium.
“tonight,” she declares, “I’ll dress / in my lichen robe” (19–20). Inhabiting lichens becomes key to a transformative relationship with the earth.
human relation to and familiarity w/ nature makes us more human. to be human is to be connected.
To attend to lichens, here and elsewhere, we need to slow down, abandon the god’s-eye views of flyover zones, land surveys, and picturesque prospects, and get closer to the earth. We need, in other words, to be more like lichens.
think about close reading techniques; a "god's-eye" view can be useful for a general overview, but it takes a careful attention to detail to examine one thing, one small thing, very closely. how does animism bring us closer to the world by helping us zoom in on the details?
lichen’s strange, faceless forms put a particular pressure on language.
how do we describe something we view as alien in a relatable way? in a beautiful way? and why is the lichen an alien to us, when she is the glue of nature?
What does lichen do, not just in this poem, but outside it? What ways of being does it bring into the poem? How might we regard it as an agent of “enlichenment” (Goward)?
enlichenment <3