It’s The Bomb

Fall                                                             Joe and SeoAh Moon

fallout shelter
Robert Blakely died. At 95. He created this symbol of a period. Seeing it as a graphic icon from another era suggested to me that there is, in the geist at any one time, always a looming disaster. Duck and cover. Though, to be honest, I don’t remember ever participating in any of these drills. I do remember though the articles in Popular Mechanics about building your own fallout shelter. I even remember fantasizing (in a positive way, believe it or not) about spending a long time in one. There was lots of material about the bomb, about the Soviets and what they would rain down on us, nothing Purple but always radioactive.

climate change3Nuclear war got replaced by the too real Vietnam War. After it ended, Watergate. Somehow, in the period following the end of the Vietnam War and the end of a generation’s ride in the yellow submarine, government became the bogeyman, a grasping thieving monster coming for your money, your guns, your liberty. Of course, since 9/11, we’ve had a worldwide looming disaster, terrorism.

No wonder then that the overarching disaster, the one racing to meet us with rising sea levels, longer springs, hotter summers and dying winters, turbo-charged weather and mass extinction, just hasn’t gotten traction. Fear is a strange feeling; one fear can drive out another, make another fear too much to consider.

Maybe climate change needs a graphic, a compelling, simple design that captures the threat. Wonder what it would look like?

Life Goes On

Fall                                                                          Harvest Moon


When the September issue of High Country News came, the poem below was in the Letters to the Editor section. As a result of reading Calvert’s article in the July HCN, I found the dark ecology movement, focused on how to survive the ecocide. I found something liberating in its grim acceptance of a future ready to come for us no matter what some of us believe. (see the post Ecocide)

Then I read this letter, this poem. It’s been on my mind since then. Specifically, I find Vedovi-Rinker’s perspective challenging: “deep thinkers…make laments…And the world goes on.”

Lost-WaysShe’s right, of course. Here’s another and I think similar response at its root, from the website Lost Ways:


is what folks 150 years ago called daily life:

…no electrical power, no refrigerators, no Internet, no computers, no TV, no hyperactive law enforcement, and no Safeway or Walmart. 
They got things done or else we wouldn’t be here





On a similar vein, perhaps probing deeper into the collective psyche, Costco announced today a one-year survival food pack for $999.00 called Thrive. Only $3,999.00 for a family of four! I say probing deeper because Costco seems to be moving survivalist prep into the regular commercial sector.

I sense a movement in the force, a darkening of our view toward the future, even toward hope. What would change, if we followed Vedovi-Rinker’s advice? What if, to paraphrase her: We got in touch with our planet. Listened deep. Were silent. What then?

from HCN September 4th, 2017

A Response to Brian Calvert’s article  “Down the Dark Mountain” (HCN, 7/24/17):

Yes, all these famous men
these deep thinkers
we revere
make laments
in beautiful words
while the world goes on.

While women give birth, nurse babies
care for sick and dying parents.
While nuns shelter the poor,
teach in ghettos, visit death row prisoners,
quietly, without fanfare
loving castaways.

And the world goes on.

Our Gaia soul, our planet,
what we are made of,
cannot be killed.

The feminine
in men and women
gives birth
takes care of life
no matter what.

My advice to these despairing men
is to get in touch
with our planet.
listen deep. Be silent.

Then and only then,
do what you can.


Onorina Vedovi-Rinker
Colorado Springs, Colorado