on fire ecology (2020)

two essays that went unexpectedly viral in the wake of the northern california firestorm of 2020

https://www.facebook.com/michael.tank/posts/10111080741741546

It breaks my heart to see the forests in the Bay Area and Northern California burning again. My father will likely lose his house. Many friends are evacuated. I and others are out of state in search of fresh air for compromised lungs.

For those of you who are looking on at this disaster from the sidelines, I want to help you visualize what a mostly healthy, managed fire ecology looks like. This photo is Northern Thailand in 2012, where I spent a month in burn season. Notice the short grass and lack of ground fuels. The space between the trees in which livestock graze. The long views through the woods. The land tenders and monks setting bonfires and back-burns as a part of their seasonal chores. The unattended burn piles that are as common and mundane as the livestock. The slow burn lines on the hillsides. And yes, lotuses in the muck.

There are accounts of North America being like this in the colonial days – the one that comes to memory describes a forest so well managed that one could gallop a horse from New York to Chicago unencumbered. Some of our old-growth redwood forests have this quality of openness. Perhaps Big Basin will again for our children.

San Francisco lies not at the latitudes of London or Berlin – it shares more in common ecologically with Syria or Morocco. For those of us whose ancestors lived for centuries in the northern four-season climates, the skills and rhythms of a three-season fire ecology are foreign to our bones. The European settlers of California could never even begin to understand this tropical and Mediterranean phenomenon, and could not have seen what the indigenous peoples understood of the landscape after millennia tending it. California instead outlawed indigenous fire-tending practices. Government agencies have since managed the forests for timber or recreation – maximizing biomass instead of balancing ecology and fire risk. We can see the projection of these extractive and romantic ideals of Western ideology on the landscape, not only in the intrusions of wood-frame housing and power lines into the forests, but also in the untended thickets of manzanita and low-grade pine regrowth that you can see from almost any hike you might go on. Drive up into the woods almost anywhere in the American West and you’ll see this form of neglect.

When the fires come, I often see friends calling out for unseasonal rain for California – rain which will not come, or which will bring more lightning and more fires. This is magical thinking, and points to a learned helplessness. We cannot create rain, but we can reduce fuel.

When the immediate danger has passed, we must visualize and organize for California to become a thriving fire-tending society. Imagine herds of goats devouring blackberry and poison oak thickets. Learn to use a machete and a chainsaw. Petition the Governor to not only purchase more firefighting aircraft, but also hire indigenous leaders to help us undo the damage of the logger barons, and quit using prison labor to fight fires. Imagine and plan for sustainable, fire-defensible cities. Political coalitions between city and country that respect and enable the work that needs done to sustain the land. Economic support for ecological stewardship.

The apocalypse we are currently experiencing is the logical conclusion of our civilization. We must, instead, imagine something new and sustainable. We do not understand how it works yet, but some of us have the pieces. It is the only way.

https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=10111138067086096&set=a.815984069246

UPDATE: I’ve learned from my feed in tangent with writing this that there are currently multiple indigenous-led efforts that are engaging in this work. Here are some links about organizations like www.tekchico.org and TREX in Humboldt that are working toward reintegrating indigenous cultural knowledge in our fire policy and giving management of #LandBack: https://www.chicoer.com/…/we-are-helping-the…/…https://www.northcoastjournal.com/…/unleashi…/Content…

In the wake of the Australian firestorm last year, there have been similar organizing efforts through a group called the Firesticks Alliance: http://www.firesticks.org.au/

I encourage people to support these efforts in your region to reintegrate indigenous cultural knowledge into landscape stewardship – as I hope you can understand from my writing, it takes generations of trial and error to learn to live in harmony with a landscape, and that is something that the vast majority of Californians are generally not attuned for.

Additionally, Ecosystem Restoration Camps has had a hub in Paradise since the Camp Fire. This is a permaculture-based model that can be used to help in this and coming years: https://ecosystemrestorationcamps.org/camp-paradise/

mirror to the age of fossil fuels (2015)

an art-historical and ecological critique of a 2015 article which pinned burning man amongst the most carbon-intensive societies on planet earth when its weekly footprint was extrapolated annually, exploring the implications for our society that there are places that are less efficient than simply going places and burning material

PEOPLE, PLACES, AND THINGS THAT EMIT MORE CARBON POLLUTION THAN BURNING MAN

Wyoming
North Dakota
Alaska
West Virginia
Louisiana
Qatar
Trinidad and Tobago
Dubai

Okay, I don’t have any data on Dubai, but I have a hunch.

But what are Wyoming, North Dakota, Alaska, West Virginia, and Louisiana doing, on a regular and continuous basis, that are more wasteful than Burning Man?

https://medium.com/@oneearthliving/burning-man-mirror-to-the-age-of-fossil-fuels-145dda3b0709

we lifted candles to the sky as if the stars were interactive (2008)

featured in landscapes of possibility (2013) and at in the voyager update project at space collective: http://spacecollective.org/tank/3542/Final-Thoughts-and-Appendices-on-the-Human-Suit-written-in-a-car-racing-up-Interstate-5-inbetween-nonviolent-actions-and-amongst-the-redwoods

Christmas day, nineteen sixty eight
in the winter twice after the summer of love

on that day
a single photograph encircled the globe. humanity,
no more a brain divided into east and west lobes. it was
the first photo of the earth as a whole. we instantly
saw ourselves as one species whole.

we gave premature birth to global consciousness that day.

when a human child is born, they say, 
their eyes stay fixed and focused
not more than one foot through the space in front of their face
this is precisely the distance 
from their eyes to the eyes of their father's mistress
as they are savoring the milk from her breast

and for one day our eyes were focused on Earthrise
it was no big surprise to those of us who’d just arrived

after birth, soon we notice children's eyes start to wander
they recognize patterns and the world fills with wonder
the eyes develop depth perception, sensitivity to motion
and they turn from their mothers - 

interested in the abstract notions
their absent fathers attached to the celestial motions

and so we, three years after our due date, 
sent a message to the stars
to an unknown species inquiring quietly as to who we are

thus again we turned our backs and all humanity was distracted
our mothers skin we peeled away and fossil fuels we extracted
blind eyes to our plunder like government memos being redacted
we lifted candles to the sky as if the stars were interactive

we say hey kids thought these lighthouses were there
to guide others through the night
to say "hey! somebody there?"
but only distressed vessels carelessly dare
burn their rations of ancient sunlight

a newborn’s pleaing and crying through the night 
to tell its mother that something's wrong
i am crying, 
something's wrong in my world - 
my mother is dying
and i hold today

her last photograph from a satellite flying, and its plain to see
on the print there shine a million candles lifted skyward, crying
out a fiery message of distress 
past the hospital bed to the ether at the universe' end

and this candle is trying to speak not with aliens but with future generations
on behalf of an alien species, baby humans just developing the hand-eye coordination to facilitate the movement by which the woman on the bed will collectively awaken

to communicate this condition in the languages learned during gestation
to send a kernel of information to we who will soon be a mature and native product of speciation

because soon after a child begins to understand 
that sunsets lead to dawns
the trauma of childhood will be repressed 
into the collective subconscious
lessons learned, without memories to linger on

only hospital records 
and photographs 
of our mother 
lighting birthday candles