"Today,
vegetatively propogated
clones of blue agave make up more than 99 percent of the 150 million
agaves
growing in Jalisco. If ever there was an easy target for any
infestation,
tequila monoculture is it."
Gary
Paul Nabham
"The
countryside
always unveils a new handful of surprises with the coming of each
season.
As the weather changes, rising humidity awakens the slumbering citizens
of the soil. Fireflies, those apparitions of the evening, mysteriously
flash their lights on, then off again. Armies of ants labor long hours,
alerting us to the oncoming thunderstorms. The blooms of bugs we call
mayates
had a way of proliferating in our midst, teaching us to anticipate the
rhythm of the rainy season."
Ana
Valenzuela-Zapata
"There is a
language older by
far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on
body,
wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of
dream,
gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not
even
remember that it exists."
"It
became
clear that this book had to be different.
If I were to be honest, it could only be a cry of outrage, a
lamentation,
and at the same time a love story about that which is and that which
was
and is no longer. It would have to be about the potential for life and
love and happiness we each carry inside but are too afraid to explore."
"It is now
possible to generalize
that tree-roosting bats typically select tall trees that are in the
early
stages of decay and are less cluttered than random wildlife trees.
Although
the species of roost tree may differ from forest to forest. general
attributes
are similar, resulting in higher densities of roosting bats in older
forest
stands."Conservation Ecology of
Bats
"Not only does
sugaring help
us remember that spring is coming, it also gives us a reason for
desiring
that it not progress any faster. Once we have awakened to it, we long
to
dwell in this protracted in-between. This time for standing in the
warm,
sticky sugarhouse, witnessing the alchemy of air and water into gold."
"The
final week of a late sugaring
season, when musical excitement fills the nights and there is still
untainted
sap to boil down, is thus referred to, in a phrase at once celebratory
and elegaic, as "the frog run." That phrase captures for me the
ludicrous
urgency of the peepers' moment -- and the human moment, too. It
expresses
the fact that we must soon relinquish this harvest we have only
recently
learned to claim. Focusing all the more intensely on the process as it
nears its end, we remember the softening snow that signaled its onset
and
anticipate the cleanup and battening down of the sugarhouse for another
year."
Ahab's whale is
not imagined,
nor is it strictly discovered, but is found, by him, which suggests
that
it has an existence separate from his but also that it depends for its
coherence on something extra he supplies, some conception of his own,
which
makes sense of things.
Groundwater is
essentially nonrenewable
in the arid west because the economies that exploit it cannot abide a
low
rate of use. By combusting nonrenewable coal and nonrenewable oil and
nonrenewable
natural gas, they have managed to lift nonrenewable water at incredible
rates. By using water with abandon they can compete with more humid
regions,
where it is basically a free good. This extractive process... is the
machinery
behind the expression "conquest of nature"...
Once I put a
bluntnose minnow
from the creek in the pond. A bass gave chase immediately. The poor
little
minnow launched itself completely out of the weater in trying to
escape,
and when it came back down, the bass was there to swallow it. So far I
have not seen a snapping turtle in the pond but am sure some will come
when the proper food supply occurs. Snapper meat is a great delicacy.
Comets
don't cross the
sky every day. Great, journal-worthy events seemed hard to come by at
first.
So I was forced to look hard and close and long at everyday things to
fill
those pages. And you know what? The closer I looked, the more
journal-worthy
entries I found. Take Carolina Wrens! As documented in the pages of my
journal, they sing every month of the year. Take Carolina Wren nests.
Did
you know that the birds use paper and snake skins and string and
feathers
in the construction?. a birder may overlook these things, but not a
bird
watcher and certainly not a bird watcher who keeps a journal -- the
most
important book I own."Earl's Journal"
Was this, then,
indeed, the Mississippi,
that wild giant of nature, which I had imagined would be so powerful,
so
divine, so terrible? Here its waters were clear, of a fresh,
light-green
color, and within their beautiful frame of distant violet-blue
mountains,
they lay like a heavenly mirror, bearing on their bosom verdant,
vine-covered
islands, like islands of the blessed.Fredrika Bremer
The
Homes of the New World:
Impressions
of America
The paradox is
that to see clearly,
you must learn to see obliquely. You must look ahead, and, at
the
same time, widen your peripheral vision so that it extends not just in
great arcs around your head, but over the edge, into the margins where
the visible and invisible, dreams and reality, land and water,
emptiness
and profusion mingle. The sublime is like poetry; it will not
be
caught or chased down. It exists at the edge of things -- in
the
vast margins . . . The imagination loves freedom first, and then
form.
And there is an odd kind of freedom in the fringes that comes, in part,
from jettisoning our love of function. . . lack of function
in our
culture means lack of value. "What's it for?" we want to
know.
"What does it do?" . . . . But what kind of cultural
enlightenment
will it take for us to freely say that we value this or that because it
is beautiful, or because it nourishes the imagination, because it is
good
for the soul? (pp. 13-14)
Day after day
that first summer
I traversed the alder thickets, the red-maple woods with its
skunk-cabbage-and-fern-bordered
brook and spotted-turtle backwaters, the ditches along the train
tracks,
and especially the Old Swamp. With an eye out for turtles, I kept
closely
to wet places, but I was also fascinated by toads, salamanders, and
snakes,
and I took to field and forest to find them at times. Every meadow or
wood,
and especially any stream or pool, all of these theaters of summer
taken
together, held no end of spellbinding forms, colors, and patterns,
moving
in a seasonal rhythm of life habits I was only beginning to decipher.
And
these places they lived in—places of water, stone, and
plants; sunlight
and shadow; water lilies, reeds, and ferns; mossy hummocks, grassy
swirls,
and blackberry tangles; woods and shrub thickets with drifts of leaves;
grassy fields—all joined to create one great landscape. I
entered, came
to know, the design of this living landscape before I knew any of the
specific
definitions of that elusive word “design.” And as I
moved through it I
felt myself part of the pattern, or at the very least a witness to it.
The sheer joy of being there, of simply bearing witness, continued to
be
paramount.
"A beaver
pond?!" I exclaimed.
Forgetting
about harmony and
peace and abandoning my ecological ideals, I was now ranting. I wanted
a forest, but a clean forest with a sparkling creek and not one with
stagnant
waters and trees lying around every which way and across the creek. I
had
no use for shavings all over the forest floor to absorb our footsteps!
I did not pay top dollar for a beaver pond!
In the right
hands, almost any
notebook or blank book will perform as a nature journal. But for those
intimidated by empty pages, this "guided journal" can help jump-start
their
journaling with inspirational quotes, exercises, tips and suggestions.
Clare Walker Leslie provides the introduction and advice, along with a
back-of-the-book illustrated field guide to basic families of trees,
insects
and birds.
When he awoke,
the grass was
covered with
Morning
dew. It looked like
a mirror
Broken
into a thousand fragment
Wildly
reflecting the full blaze
of the rising sun.
Through
the glare a mist, Henry
was
Astonished
to see a large moose
Entering
the forest.
The
moon rose silently.
Millions
of stars appeared in
the endless sky.
Holding
close to the warmth
Of
his small crackling campfire
Henry
carved the handle of his
staff
Until
it fit perfectly in his
hand.
That
Thoreau's attempt to
speak a word for nature finally ends with him also speaking a word,
however
backhandedly, for a kind of cultured naturalism should not come as a
surprise:
to sustain the position of purity, as in the summit experience of
Ktaadn
or in the opening lines of 'Walking' itself, is finally too fatiguing
--
and unattainable besides.
As critics --
and this will
be the stumbling block for many in the ecocritical community -- we must
be concerned with the observation of the observation, not the
observation
itself, and we should be asking questions like "What would it take to
square
an economically inflected version of nation with an aesthetic one?" and
not, as if too often the temptation, questions like "What does nature
teach
us?"
Two
mallards arrow down
upon
the mirror pond,
the
water rolls the arrow-wake
in
liquid silver for a moment,
smoothes
reflected birches.(March
23)
On
this blue-sky bright December
day,
sprinkled
like huge peppercorns
amid
tree trunks on the white
floor,
twenty
wild turkeys crouch on
snow,
heads
tucked into feather down,
black
wings folded large.
They
all face north, source
of bitter cold,
backsides
to the winter sun,
blacksides
to the winter sun.(December
11)
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Tequila:
A Natural and Cultural History,
by Gary Paul Nabhan and Ana
Valenzuela-Zapata.
160 pp. The
University of Arizona
Press, 2004.
Like the wines
of Burgundy or
Chardonnay, the word Tequila
is largely derived
from the place of
its origin in the Jaliscan highlands of central Mexico. Tequila is a
town,
a municipality, a valley, and a prominent mountain overlooking its
collateral
toponyms. It is also a species of agaves (tequilana) that are commonly
used to brew the intoxicating tequila beverage.
Celebrated
nature writer and
plant preservationist Gary Paul Nabham collaborated with botanist and
agave
specialist Ana Valenzuela Zapata on this personal and very readable
survey
of tequila history, lore and cultivation.
The chapters of
this book include
descriptions of agave farming traditions ("Tillers and Tale-Tellers"),
the natural history of the plant ("The Wild Origins and Domestication
of
Mescal de Tequila"), an introduction to tequila lore and traditions
("Distilling
the Essences, Blending Two Worlds"), and a critical look at the mass
production
of cheap tequilas and the plague it has encouraged ("When the Epidemic
Hit the King of Clones").
"Tequila and
its kin, at least
in the eyes and mouths of U.S. citizens, has changed its image from a
generic
liquor or 'firewater' to a drink of the elite," the authors point out.
This has generated a "tequila boom," resulting in sales increases of 15
percent annually for the past three decades and pricing for premium
tequilas
that has eclipsed some champagnes.
The effects of
these changes
among the jimadores
who harvest agaves, the
tequileros who consume
tequila, and the cultivated plants upon which the tequila industry
relies
are examined and critiqued in this mesh of cultural and natural
histories.
A
Language Older Than Words, by
Derrick Jensen. 412 pp. Chelsea
Green,
2004.
This is a book
about the worlds
that we inhabit, both the external and natural worlds and the internal
and imaginary worlds, and how they inform and shape each other. It is
related
in the form of a memoir, deep and personal and disturbing and
revelatory,
in the hope that the individual experience can help illuminate the
universal.
Ten years ago
the author was
raising chickens and losing many of them to pillaging coyotes. Finally,
in frustration, he begged the coyotes -- calling out to one that he
caught
sight of leaving the coop -- to stop killing his chickens. Remarkably,
the killing stopped and the coyotes, still ever-present, settled for
the
scraps from the author's butchering.
Thus inspired
to write a book
about animal communication, Derrick Jensen instead confronted the
question
of why experiences like this are discounted in our culture and even
silenced.
Connections between people and the environments they inhabit, the
creatures
they share them with, and even their fellow humans are dismissed as
unimportant
or secondary to the business of producing wealth.
"How and
why do we numb
ourselves to our own experiences? How and why do we deafen ourselves to
the voices of others? Who benefits? Who suffers? Is there a connection
between the silencing of women, to use one example, and the silencing
of
the natural world?"
As he does in
most of his works,
Jensen writes poetically, emotionally and confronts difficult and
troubling
issues with informed arguments and probing questions. This book won't
necessarily
teach the reader how to hear or interpret the "language older than
words,"
but it does make one aware that it's out there waiting to be heard.
Bat
Ecology, by Thomas H. Kunz and
M. Brock Fenton. 784 pp. University
of Chicago Press, 2004.
Not since the
1982 publication
of Ecology of Bats has anyone produced a comprehensive work on bat
ecology.
This book, written primarily for professional ecologists and
conservation
biologists, focuses on important discoveries made in the intervening
two
decades.
The editors of
this volume, Thomas
H. Kunz and M. Brock Fenton, are both biologists with other books on
bats
to their credit. Here they have included contributions by 28 separate
researchers,
reflecting not only the diversity and complexity of bat ecology, but
also
a growing interest in studying the flying mammals.
Organized into
three major sections,
the book successively covers "Life History and Social Biology,"
"Functional
Ecology" and "Macroecology." Within these sections are arranged 15
individual
chapters disclosing recent research findings in specific areas, from
bat-insect
interactions and ecomorphology to bat migrations and the ecological
diversity
of bats.
"Few would
disagree with the
assessment that Chiroptera is a diverse group of mammals," write Nancy
Simmons and Tenley Conway. "With approximately 1,100 extant species
recognized
worldwide, bats are second only to rodents in terms of total numbers of
species." Their report on the "Evolution of Ecological Diversity in
Bats"
describes bats as a textbook case in mosaic evolution and admits that
the
current understanding of geographical patterns of diversification are
sketchy
at best.
A growing
recognition of the
importance of bats in many ecosystems has led to increased scrutiny of
the animal's role in insect control, pollination and seed dispersal.
Papers
on these issues are collected primarily in the section on Functional
Ecology,
where authors discuss the relationships between bats and insects,
flowers,
and fruit.
Certainly a
"state of the field"
collection of current inquiry, this volume will be of great benefit to
students, resource managers and conservationists as well as
professional
scientists.
The
Frog Run: Words and Wildness in
the Vermont Woods, by John
Elder. 160
pp. Milkweed
Editions,
2001.
In the Green
Mountains of Vermont,
author John Elder combines his passion for literature and his affection
for the outdoors with his love of family. The essays in this brief book
reflect on loss and redemption, deforestation and reclamation, the
Bible
and the environmental ethic.
Composed of
three essays, followed
by a profile and bibliography, this book showcases Elder's nature
writing
and literary bent. The title of the essay "Aji" comes from a Japanese
word
meaning "lingering taste," a term used in the game of Go for apparently
dead playing pieces that suddenly regain life and influence. He applies
the concept to "the surprising reemergence of wilderness from the
cutover
landscape of Vermont."
In "Starting
with the Psalms:
A Reader's History," Elder reflects on his literary lineage beginning
with
the Bible's rich and beautiful 23rd Psalm, which inspired a love of
poetry
that grew into a broader passion for literature and an abiding interest
in nature writing.
"Sugaring Off,"
the third essay
in the collection, describes the history of New England sugaring as the
Yankee farmers learned it from the Abenaki people. Together with his
sons,
he constructs a sugarhouse in the woods and reflects on the sweetness
of
life's seasons. "Weeks pass when winter has lost its grip but nothing
new
has taken its place," he writes. "Watching the temperatures' courtly
dance
around the freezing line suddenly becomes exciting, however, when maple
syrup is the culmination. Amid the half-frozen, half-sodden fields and
the late snowstorms, the pulse of sap turns us towards the present's
wavering
shore."
In the final
pages of the book,
Scott Slovic contributes a biographical profile of Elder and
bibliography
of the nature writer's published works.
Whale!,
by K.L. Evans. 162 pp. University
of
Minnesota Press, 2003
"If a lion
could talk, we could
not understand him." -- Ludwig Wittgenstein
This unique
work combines literary
criticism and philosophy in an attempt to show that Hermann Melville's
"Moby Dick" is more than an allegory about man's confrontation with
nature,
but rather a statement about and perhaps a prescription for connecting
with and comprehending the world.
"The 'meaning'
of the whale is
not a property of the whale so much as a way for the people who involve
themselves with the whale to come to terms with it," Evans explains.
"The
whale would survive without these terms, but the people wouldn't."
Evans employs
Melville's text
and Ludwig Wittgenstein's "Philosophical Investigations" to advance the
notion that to truly understand whaling, or any creature or activity
for
that matter, one must be immersed in the subject and vulnerable to its
idiosyncracies.
"The public
aspect of the whale
is the concern of Moby Dick," Evans proclaims. Captain Ahab requires
the
participation of his public, the crew, to find his whale. "Once readers
are clear that they, too, should look in the direction of the whale,
they
can abandon the traffic in explication and put their minds to
investigation
what manner of creature they imagine themselves."
Killing
the Hidden Waters, by Charles
Bowden. 206 pp. University
of Texas Press, 2003
"The only time
we truly learn
something is when we are wrong, and so in the quarter-century since
this
book was published, I've been treated to a first-class education,"
writes
Charles Bowden in the introduction to this new edition of his classic
critique
of resource management and water consumption in the American West.
Bowden's wise
and scholarly book,
first published in 1977, suggested that water consumption in the West
would
be curbed by rising water rates and that resource scarcity would
eventually
limit the region's population growth. But just as consumers have
responded
to higher gas prices by shifting to large gas-guzzling SUVs, the
American
culture seems determined to devour as much as it can as quickly as
possible.
"I think over
time this small
tract will prove accurate, regardless of my own misbegotten hopes in
the
past," Bowden explains. "And by this claim I mean that the finite
nature
of resources will come increasingly into play and limit our ambitions
and
appetites."
Focused on the
arid Southwest,
the book contrasts the European cultures of the last 150 years that
have
based their civilizations on the ability to "mine" the aquifers with
the
O'odham and Pima Indian cultures that have managed to live sustainably
in the Sonoran Desert with its unpredictable and rare water flows for
centuries.
What will become of these cultures when the aquifers are finally
drained?
Will the Europeans pack up and move on as they have in the past?
The
Pond Lovers, by Gene Logsdon.
163 pp. University
of Georgia Press, 2003.
From his Ohio
farm in Upper Sandusky,
Gene Logsdon writes lovingly of ponds and the people who adore them.
His
affections are focused not on wild lakes or water holes, but on
backyard
and pasture ponds that slow erosion, recharge groundwater, provide
habitat
for waterfowl and recreation for humans.
Logsdon says he
started to write
this book as sort of instructional manual, but turned instead to
describing
pond-loving people and their relationships to their ponds. This
includes
his father and several close neighbors, as well as his personal
experience
with the pond he constructed and maintains on his own land.
"To appreciate
the full worth
of a pasture pond, I visualize it as part of the extended environment
of
the farm, which -- with the creek running through the lower pastures,
the
two vernal pools in the upper and lower woods, and the second pond I
hope
to build between the first one and the creek -- becomes a watery
balance
to the meadows and woods," Logsdon explains. "Such a farm can only
continue
to increase in self-sustaining animal and plant species, powered and
operated
almost totally by the sun. Here is all the paradise I desire, all the
paradise
I need."
Golden
Wings: and
Other Stories about Birders and Birding, by
Pete
Dunne. 136 pp. University
of Texas Press,
2003.
Many of the
essays in this collection
concern birds and birders in New Jersey, where Pete Dunne is the
director
of the Audubon Society's Cape May Bird Observatory. Others are more
general
pieces about the mechanics of birding or the motivations of birders.
But
none of them are what you'd expect from a consultant to the prestigious
Peterson field guide series, that being accounts of birdwatching
expeditions
to distant corners of the globe for a brief glimpse of a rare species
to
add to his Life List.
Instead,
Dunne's witty
pieces have more to do with the act of birding and the people who
perform
it than with the species and their habitats. While describing a
particularly
rainy bird walk, for instance, he reveals that he hates getting wet.
"Hate
it in a way that makes the hydrophobia of cats look like the
aqua-equanimity
of seals," he complains. "While others get to conduct their birding in
places like southeastern Arizona and southern California, I seem always
fated to forage in places like... Sitkagi Beach, coastal Alaska -- a
geographic
blotter that absorbs 160 incheas of rain, sleet, or snow a year
(usually
all three at once)."
The title
essay, "Golden Wings,"
pays tribute to Dunne's mentor, the late birding legend Roger Tory
Peterson,
with a whimsical story about the famous birder's first day in heaven,
where
he gets his first set of wings. "He spread wings that would have put
him
well up in the record books," Dunne writes. "But though their length
and
breadth, and wonderful symmetry were impressive, what most delighted
Roger
was that when the underwings caught the radiance of heaven, they blazed
with yellow shafts of light. 'Just like the flock on Old Swede Hill,'
thought
Roger."
Reading
the Roots: American Nature
Writing Before Walden, edited
by
Michael P. Branch. 424 pp. University
of Georgia Press, 2004.
Literature
professor Michael
Branch, who specializes in environmental writings, compiled this
unusual
anthology of works pertaining to America's natural resources. His
earlier
publications include John
Muir's Last Journey, Reading
the Earth and The
Height of Our Mountains.
The writings in
this volume span
the better part of four centuries, from Christopher Columbus' log book
of the 1492-93 voyage to Fredrika Bremer's The
Homes of the
New World: Impressions
of America, published in 1853.
Arranged
chronologically, from
the earliest to the latest, the anthology's selections cover a wide
range
of styles, voices and authors of rhetorical nonfiction concerned with
natural
science, the environment, and the idea of nature in America. While
Native
American, African American and female writings are included in the
volume,
they are limited in comparison to those by the dominant white male
literary
culture.
"The need to
restrict this book
to a length that allows publication as a single volume has made it
necessary
to omit scores of interesting and important early American writers
whose
work engages the natural landscape," Branch explains. A Further Reading
section in the back of the book lists works by more than 100 writers
that
would have been included had space permitted.
Like a
leisurely visit to a great
library packed with volumes long out of print and rarely mentioned,
this
book offers readers many delightful surprises and unanticipated
revelations.
An excellent reference for environmental historians and scholars,
certainly,
it is also a fun read for general readers of natural history.
Stirring
the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs and
Human Imagination, by Barbara
Hurd. 143
pp. Houghton
Mifflin,
2003.
The Finzel and
Crandesville swamps
of Maryland inspired the nine probing meditations on wetlands and their
relationships with mankind that fill this fine collection of nature
writing.
With a style
similar to Annie
Dillard, combining a naturalist's eye for detail with a poet's voice
and
a scholar's mind, Barbara Hurd examines murky regions shunned by most
and
scorned by many. "For centuries, so much in a swamp seemed useless --
all
thus muck and dead trees and algae -- and lack of function in our
culture
means lack of value. What's it for? we want to know. What does it do?
We
can tick off their benefits on our fingers: they help control flooding
or they filter toxic watse, both of which have to do with our physical
and economic health," Hurd explains. "But what kind of cultural
enlightenment
will it take for us to freely say that we value this or that because it
is beautiful, because it nourishes the imagination, because it is good
for the soul?"
Although
the essays in
this book are united by their moory matters, each one stands more or
less
alone as a separate outing in a muddy place with its own set of
adventures
and discoveries, from swamp gases and bog men to carnivorous plants and
rare turtles. Together they offer unusual entry into forbidding places.
Self-Portrait
with Turtles: A Memoir, by David
M. Carroll. 181 pp. Houghton
Mifflin, 2004.
"I was alone
when I found the
first spotted turtle, and over the years I would need to be alone to
achieve
my greatest awareness of the turtles and their places and find my
deepest
sense of being there," writes nature writer David M. Carroll in this
remarkable
memoir of a life obsessed with turtles. After spending much of his
first
eight years indoors,
From his
earliest years in central
Pennsylvania He writes about his early encounters with turtles, which
led
to a lifelong fascination with them and their swampy habitats, and
about
the high school teacher who told him that, contrary to everything he
had
been taught before, art is the only thing that matters, the only thing
that lasts. During his years at art school in Boston, he got to know
the
turtles of the Fenway, including one giant snapper he wrestled to shore
and carried to his studio for a portrait session.
The
War Against The Beavers, by
Verena Andermatt Conley. 167 pp. University
of Minnesota Press, 2003.
Here's a
familiar story: an urban
couple seeking to "get away from it all" purchases a cabin and a
hundred
acres of forest, naively expecting to find peace and serenity in their
private corner of the natural world. In this case, the author is a
Swiss
emigre who grew up reading adventure stories about the American
wilderness
and her husband is a native New Yorker and weekend outdoorsman. Their
"away
from it all" was two aging cabins on an acreage bordering the Boundary
Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in northeastern Minnesota
Verena
Andermatt Conley is an
unusual author for such a book, being a scholarly professor of French
language
and literature with texts like "Syncope:
The Philosophy of Rapture" to
her credit. Her life on the
edge of the
wilderness, though, was more nature study and attempted appreciation
than
homesteading.
"I never found
in the North Woods
the long-sought adventures of my childhood heroes Chief Winnetou and
Old
Shatterhand," she writes. "I never found what I thought was the harmony
advocated by more modern writers. I discovered, however, that every
order
is fragile and that harmony is fleeting."
The
incoveniences and conflicts
inherent in rural life are impediments to the tranqulity Conley
expected
to find. Wild beaver, hungry insects and irrepressible fungi challenge
and rebuff attempts at human control, teaching her a valuable lesson:
"In
nature an unpredictable element would always reign."
Keeping
a Nature Journal: Discover a
Whole New Way of Seeing the
World Around
You, by Clare Walker Leslie and Charles E. Roth. 224 pp. Storey
Books, 2003.
Unlike a diary,
which is primarily
an introspective account of personal history, the nature journal is an
outwardly directed record of natural history. Observations and
perceptions
of nature and the emotional responses they inspire in the human
observer/participant
are its metier. Some nature journals are filled with bird lists and
weather
charts; others include sketches, drawings or watercolor paintings.
Poems,
photographs, newspaper clippings, musical notations and stories are as
appropriate to the genre as scientific record-keeping, mapping and
research.
The key element is the focus -- looking outward into the world.
Leading by
example, this large
and profusely illustrated guidebook provides "journaling" techniques to
encourage nature observation and recording-keeping in many forms.
Educational
in its approach and content, it's an exceptionally good tool for
teachers
and students of many fields, from botany and biology to creative
writing
and sketching. The final chapters of the book are dedicated to teaching
situations and there's even a suggested scale for assessing nature
journaling
skills.
"My life work
has focused mostly
on training teachers and youth leaders in natural history and helping
foster
basic environmental literacy among our citizens," write Charles Roth,
who
co-authored the text with Clare Walker Leslie. "Clare has stimulated
hundreds
of people to begin keeping nature journals; we have even taught some
nature
observation workshops jointly in the past. As a journalist I tend to be
more writer than artist; for Clare, it's just the reverse."
Leslie's
wonderful nature sketches
and artwork steal attention away from the textual elements in thise
guide,
and it's difficult to imagine any reader not being tempted to try at
least
a few of the drawing exercises. The second edition (2003) includes a
32-page
color portfolio of Leslie's work that almost any nature journalist will
want to emulate. Beside the drawings and the excerpts, often inserted
as
sidebars, are tips on setting up a nature study, keeping naturalist
records,
conducting biological research or identifying plants and wildlife.
Walking
With Henry: Based on the Life
and Works of Henry David
Thoreau, by
Thomas Locker. 32 pp. Fulcrum
Publishing,
2002.
This
marvelously illustrated
storybook for young readers follows the naturalist Henry David Thoreau
on a solitary journey through a 19th century wilderness that greatly
resembles
the Hudson River Valley. Along the way, we learn details about the
flora
and fauna of Massachusetts, and about Thoreau's prescriptions for
living
in harmony with nature.
Author and
illustrator Thomas
Locker creates luminescent landscapes to complement his spare and
evocative
text, which ably captures the essence of the Transcendalist and conveys
it to a new audience. The following lines, for example, succinctly
express
Thoreau's faith in wild nature's divine perfection:
At dawn
Henry picked up his
stick.
It wasn’t
too short or too
long.
It wasn’t
too thick or too
thin.
Like the
wilderness, it was
the way it should be.
Environmental
Renaissance: Emerson, Thoreau,
and the Systems of Nature, by
Andrew
McMurry. 288 pp. University of Georgia Press, 2003.
The author of
this work of ecocriticism
says his aim is to evoke a dialogue about how human societies make
waste
of their environments, and their seeming inability to do otherwise.
Considering
our ecologically perilous times, how can we rhapsodize about nature and
pick at the finer points of aesthetics when the very infrastructure
upon
which the natural world -- and our lives -- depends upon is being
sullied
and endangered? Are we smelling the roses while Rome burns?
"Our current
environmental vocabulary
seems to exude a confidence in environmental praxis we have never -- I
repeat, never -- earned: sustainability, conservation, renewability,
cleanup
are the high-toned markers in this lexicon. Words like these might
prompt
one to suppose that a regime of positive environmental health actually
exists or is on the horizon. But despite what we may hear about the
improving
state of the environment, on the scale that counts (the planetary one),
nothing is truly sustained, conserved, renewed, or cleaned up," Andrew
McMurry explains.
With humanity
rapidly outstripping
the planet's capacity to support life, is there anything that
ecocriticism
can do besides conduct genteel, specialized conversations about the
history
and aesthetics of environmental literature? McMurry expresses his
doubts,
but nevertheless produces a work that tracks literary apprehensions
about
the precariousness of the natural world and its uncertain future
through
the past century and a half in a manner not so gentle or exclusive.
Employing
theories of autopoesis and social systems, he seeks to recast the
nature
philosophies of Thoreau and Emerson in a contemporary and potentially
apocryphal
light.
Both
challenging and erudite,
McMurry's call to arms pushes at the boundaries of environmental
literature
and demands a criticism that's more relevant and effectual.
Morning
Earth: Field Notes in Poetry, by
John Caddy. 100
pp. Milkweed
Editions, 2003.
John Caddy's
daily poetry journal,
published here as a collection of poems from September 4 through August
31, aims to inspire immitation. He encourages his readers to carry
their
notebooks out into the world and to make daily entries in prose, poetry
or whatever form the words decide to flow. "Writing is a physical act;
it is not a thought process," he points out. "Do not wait around for
inspiration.
Decide to write an entry a day, then do it. Decision is a way to gather
energy."
The poems in
this collection
were written during Caddy's "daily daybreak practice" and emailed to
readers/subscribers
around the world on his email distribution list who are interested in
what
he calls "Earth Journaling" -- writing about nature and sharing the
results
"without pause" because, he explains, "the elevated mystiuque around
creating
poetry is a barrier to many who would like to write but have been sold
a lot of nonsense. So my daily emails are presented warts-and-all."
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