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		<title>By: Janet Weil</title>
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		<dc:creator>Janet Weil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 05:48:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made...&quot;
and something-something-something until Yeats&#039; poem gets to
&quot;the bee-loud glade&quot;
which is the phrase that always comes to me when I&#039;m in my own garden and the bees are working over the rosemary blossoms, or the tiny flowers of the Russian sage.

Yes, Yeats, for sure. And Robinson Jeffers, of my own home country of the California coastal areas. But women, too. Lots and lots of women&#039;s voices, stories, poems, fables, perspectives, imaginings, to be recovered and revered from the deep and near pasts, and from our current age of Operation Enduring Fuckup, as Pakistan drowns and Russia burns and the polar ice &quot;calves&quot; and the stock markets continue to send out their flashy bursts of dangerous nonsense...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,<br />
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made&#8230;&#8221;<br />
and something-something-something until Yeats&#8217; poem gets to<br />
&#8220;the bee-loud glade&#8221;<br />
which is the phrase that always comes to me when I&#8217;m in my own garden and the bees are working over the rosemary blossoms, or the tiny flowers of the Russian sage.</p>
<p>Yes, Yeats, for sure. And Robinson Jeffers, of my own home country of the California coastal areas. But women, too. Lots and lots of women&#8217;s voices, stories, poems, fables, perspectives, imaginings, to be recovered and revered from the deep and near pasts, and from our current age of Operation Enduring Fuckup, as Pakistan drowns and Russia burns and the polar ice &#8220;calves&#8221; and the stock markets continue to send out their flashy bursts of dangerous nonsense&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: &#8220;New stories for old&#8221; &#171; Celebrating Jacquetta Hawkes</title>
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		<dc:creator>&#8220;New stories for old&#8221; &#171; Celebrating Jacquetta Hawkes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 09:35:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...]    Interesting mentions of Jacquetta Hawkes and her &#8220;biography of a landmass&#8221; A Land in comments on the Dark Mountain Project website.  The commenters reflect on their experience of the Uncivilisation conference, which included a [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Paul</title>
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		<dc:creator>Paul</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 19:04:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>wolfbird - great stuff! i&#039;d not come across marquis before. and wilfried - yes, yeats, of course. you can never read too much yeats. &#039;i went out to the hazel wood...&#039;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wolfbird &#8211; great stuff! i&#8217;d not come across marquis before. and wilfried &#8211; yes, yeats, of course. you can never read too much yeats. &#8216;i went out to the hazel wood&#8230;&#8217;</p>
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		<title>By: wilfried</title>
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		<dc:creator>wilfried</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 13:06:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>WB Yeats surely is a much better dark mountaineer than TS Elliot:

The Second Coming

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>WB Yeats surely is a much better dark mountaineer than TS Elliot:</p>
<p>The Second Coming</p>
<p>TURNING and turning in the widening gyre<br />
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;<br />
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;<br />
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,<br />
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere<br />
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;<br />
The best lack all conviction, while the worst<br />
Are full of passionate intensity.</p>
<p>Surely some revelation is at hand;<br />
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.<br />
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out<br />
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi<br />
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert<br />
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,<br />
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,<br />
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it<br />
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.<br />
The darkness drops again; but now I know<br />
That twenty centuries of stony sleep<br />
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<br />
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,<br />
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?</p>
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		<title>By: dog</title>
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		<dc:creator>dog</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 07:19:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Could I suggest Aftonland (Evening Land) by Par Langerkvist (1954)? A long series concerning the end of a life with lots of resonances I thought, images of childhood, the wanderer, the stranger, a &quot;god who may not even exist&quot;. And what is left afterwards, rain on the grass ...Mythic and compassionate. 

Good translation by W.H.Auden 1974.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Could I suggest Aftonland (Evening Land) by Par Langerkvist (1954)? A long series concerning the end of a life with lots of resonances I thought, images of childhood, the wanderer, the stranger, a &#8220;god who may not even exist&#8221;. And what is left afterwards, rain on the grass &#8230;Mythic and compassionate. </p>
<p>Good translation by W.H.Auden 1974.</p>
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		<title>By: Uncivilization: base camp &#171; Leaving Babylon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Uncivilization: base camp &#171; Leaving Babylon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 22:26:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Posted by leavergirl under civ, community, pattern language Leave a Comment&#160;  The Dark Mountain Project just convened their first festival in Wales. Dubbed as the base camp of the uncivilization [...]</description>
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		<title>By: David Bruce Hughes</title>
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		<dc:creator>David Bruce Hughes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 06:36:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your project is interesting, but from our perspective, it seems you are still formulating the problems and just beginning a search for the solutions. You&#039;re right, you have to change your ontology, replace the false stories with some real ones. But you also have to change your way of life and consciousness from material to spiritual, otherwise it will not be truly sustainable. 

Our spiritual master taught us all these things many years ago, including the imminent fall of Western materialism and the need for a sustainable lifestyle. We assembled our disciples, moved to India and have integrated ourselves into the traditional spiritual community here. All these questions were addressed and resolved long ago by the Vedic sages. We have a complete Vedic library on our site, which everyone is welcome to visit free of charge. Help yourselves to the real wisdom.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your project is interesting, but from our perspective, it seems you are still formulating the problems and just beginning a search for the solutions. You&#8217;re right, you have to change your ontology, replace the false stories with some real ones. But you also have to change your way of life and consciousness from material to spiritual, otherwise it will not be truly sustainable. </p>
<p>Our spiritual master taught us all these things many years ago, including the imminent fall of Western materialism and the need for a sustainable lifestyle. We assembled our disciples, moved to India and have integrated ourselves into the traditional spiritual community here. All these questions were addressed and resolved long ago by the Vedic sages. We have a complete Vedic library on our site, which everyone is welcome to visit free of charge. Help yourselves to the real wisdom.</p>
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		<title>By: wolfbird</title>
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		<dc:creator>wolfbird</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 21:37:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What the ants are saying...

dear boss i was talking with an ant 
the other day 
and he handed me a lot of 
gossip which ants the world around 
are chewing over among themselves

i pass it on to you 
in the hope that you may relay it to other 
human beings and hurt their feelings with it 
no insect likes human beings 
and if you think you can see why 
the only reason i tolerate you is because 
you seem less human to me than most of them 
here is what the ants are saying

it wont be long now it wont be long 
man is making deserts of the earth 
it wont be long now 
before man will have used it up 
so that nothing but ants 
and centipedes and scorpions 
can find a living on it 
man has oppressed us for a million years 
but he goes on steadily 
cutting the ground from under 
his own feet making deserts deserts deserts

we ants remember 
and have it all recorded 
in our tribal lore 
when gobi was a paradise 
swarming with men and rich 
in human prosperity 
it is a desert now and the home 
of scorpions ants and centipedes

what man calls civilization 
always results in deserts 
man is never on the square 
he uses up the fat and greenery of the earth 
each generation wastes a little more 
of the future with greed and lust for riches

north africa was once a garden spot 
and then came carthage and rome 
and despoiled the storehouse 
and now you have sahara 
sahara ants and centipedes

toltecs and aztecs had a mighty 
civilization on this continent 
but they robbed the soil and wasted nature 
and now you have deserts scorpions ants and centipedes 
and the deserts of the near east 
followed egypt and babylon and assyria 
and persia and rome and the turk 
the ant is the inheritor of tamerlane 
and the scorpion succeeds the caesars

america was once a paradise 
of timberland and stream 
but it is dying because of the greed 
and money lust of a thousand little kings 
who slashed the timber all to hell 
and would not be controlled 
and changed the climate 
and stole the rainfall from posterity 
and it wont be long now 
it wont be long 
till everything is desert 
from the alleghenies to the rockies 
the deserts are coming 
the deserts are spreading 
the springs and streams are drying up 
one day the mississippi itself 
will be a bed of sand
ants and scorpions and centipedes 
shall inherit the earth

men talk of money and industry 
of hard times and recoveries 
of finance and economics 
but the ants wait and the scorpions wait 
for while men talk they are making deserts all the time 
getting the world ready for the conquering ant 
drought and erosion and desert 
because men cannot learn

rainfall passing off in flood and freshet 
and carrying good soil with it 
because there are no longer forests 
to withhold the water in the 
billion meticulations of the roots

it wont be long now It won&#039;t be long 
till earth is barren as the moon 
and sapless as a mumbled bone

dear boss i relay this information 
without any fear that humanity 
will take warning and reform

archy


Written in 1935 by Don Marquis, in &quot;archy does his part,&quot; 

http://www.donmarquis.com/readingroom/archybooks/ants.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What the ants are saying&#8230;</p>
<p>dear boss i was talking with an ant<br />
the other day<br />
and he handed me a lot of<br />
gossip which ants the world around<br />
are chewing over among themselves</p>
<p>i pass it on to you<br />
in the hope that you may relay it to other<br />
human beings and hurt their feelings with it<br />
no insect likes human beings<br />
and if you think you can see why<br />
the only reason i tolerate you is because<br />
you seem less human to me than most of them<br />
here is what the ants are saying</p>
<p>it wont be long now it wont be long<br />
man is making deserts of the earth<br />
it wont be long now<br />
before man will have used it up<br />
so that nothing but ants<br />
and centipedes and scorpions<br />
can find a living on it<br />
man has oppressed us for a million years<br />
but he goes on steadily<br />
cutting the ground from under<br />
his own feet making deserts deserts deserts</p>
<p>we ants remember<br />
and have it all recorded<br />
in our tribal lore<br />
when gobi was a paradise<br />
swarming with men and rich<br />
in human prosperity<br />
it is a desert now and the home<br />
of scorpions ants and centipedes</p>
<p>what man calls civilization<br />
always results in deserts<br />
man is never on the square<br />
he uses up the fat and greenery of the earth<br />
each generation wastes a little more<br />
of the future with greed and lust for riches</p>
<p>north africa was once a garden spot<br />
and then came carthage and rome<br />
and despoiled the storehouse<br />
and now you have sahara<br />
sahara ants and centipedes</p>
<p>toltecs and aztecs had a mighty<br />
civilization on this continent<br />
but they robbed the soil and wasted nature<br />
and now you have deserts scorpions ants and centipedes<br />
and the deserts of the near east<br />
followed egypt and babylon and assyria<br />
and persia and rome and the turk<br />
the ant is the inheritor of tamerlane<br />
and the scorpion succeeds the caesars</p>
<p>america was once a paradise<br />
of timberland and stream<br />
but it is dying because of the greed<br />
and money lust of a thousand little kings<br />
who slashed the timber all to hell<br />
and would not be controlled<br />
and changed the climate<br />
and stole the rainfall from posterity<br />
and it wont be long now<br />
it wont be long<br />
till everything is desert<br />
from the alleghenies to the rockies<br />
the deserts are coming<br />
the deserts are spreading<br />
the springs and streams are drying up<br />
one day the mississippi itself<br />
will be a bed of sand<br />
ants and scorpions and centipedes<br />
shall inherit the earth</p>
<p>men talk of money and industry<br />
of hard times and recoveries<br />
of finance and economics<br />
but the ants wait and the scorpions wait<br />
for while men talk they are making deserts all the time<br />
getting the world ready for the conquering ant<br />
drought and erosion and desert<br />
because men cannot learn</p>
<p>rainfall passing off in flood and freshet<br />
and carrying good soil with it<br />
because there are no longer forests<br />
to withhold the water in the<br />
billion meticulations of the roots</p>
<p>it wont be long now It won&#8217;t be long<br />
till earth is barren as the moon<br />
and sapless as a mumbled bone</p>
<p>dear boss i relay this information<br />
without any fear that humanity<br />
will take warning and reform</p>
<p>archy</p>
<p>Written in 1935 by Don Marquis, in &#8220;archy does his part,&#8221; </p>
<p><a href="http://www.donmarquis.com/readingroom/archybooks/ants.html" rel="nofollow">http://www.donmarquis.com/readingroom/archybooks/ants.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: Lee Rowland</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lee Rowland</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 15:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great poem Rob.
So was yours in the Dark Mountain book.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great poem Rob.<br />
So was yours in the Dark Mountain book.</p>
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		<title>By: Rob Lewis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rob Lewis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 15:11:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In terms of anthologizing pre 1960&#039;s poetry, there&#039;s a vein of  material written in the early 1800&#039;s that brilliantly confronts the growing condescension of nature and the old ways.   Poets like Holderlin, Blake, Novalis, and De Nerval took the culture head on, creating some pretty amazing works, which like Yeats&#039;, ring true today.

Here&#039;s some lines from Novalis:

When geometric diagrams and digits
Are no longer the keys to living things,
When people who go about singing or kissing
Know deeper things than the great scholars,
When society is returned once more
To unimprisoned life, and to the universe,
And when light and darkness mate
Once more and make something entirely transparent,
And people see in poems and fairy tales
The true history of the world,
Then our entire twisted nature will turn
And run when a single secret word is spoken.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In terms of anthologizing pre 1960&#8217;s poetry, there&#8217;s a vein of  material written in the early 1800&#8217;s that brilliantly confronts the growing condescension of nature and the old ways.   Poets like Holderlin, Blake, Novalis, and De Nerval took the culture head on, creating some pretty amazing works, which like Yeats&#8217;, ring true today.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s some lines from Novalis:</p>
<p>When geometric diagrams and digits<br />
Are no longer the keys to living things,<br />
When people who go about singing or kissing<br />
Know deeper things than the great scholars,<br />
When society is returned once more<br />
To unimprisoned life, and to the universe,<br />
And when light and darkness mate<br />
Once more and make something entirely transparent,<br />
And people see in poems and fairy tales<br />
The true history of the world,<br />
Then our entire twisted nature will turn<br />
And run when a single secret word is spoken.</p>
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