Reading the first serious assessments of Obama’s climate plan today, and then combining that with an opinion piece from NZ MSM on the importance of the connection between the TPP and AGW (anthropogenic global warming), or “climate change,” I realized something, and figured it was worth dusting off the old blog site.
1.) Our western developed nations Five Eyes countries are on a race to the bottom in terms of taking Our Big Challenge seriously, and Obama’s Grand Plan is just more cynical window dressing, when we all know, as Naomi K and Bill McK and so many others all point out, we really urgently need that world war-style mass mobilization.
2.) Another march in the streets full of the proletariat wringing their hands can simply be easily ignored, again. I support Avaaz and all cooperating groups looking to make it happen, but, the idea of having one as late as the eve of the big meeting in Paris seems so late as to be mildly farcical – although I do understand that the national reps should be arriving into town by then and I do hope it does help to create pressure – but realistically, we need to have won the publicity competition well before going to Paris. The night before just really is too damn late.
3.) Given 1.), what we need everyone to realize they need to demand of their elected representatives, starting right now, is something easy to understand, and very specific, and, it needs to have a proven precedent that cannot be argued away by the Powers That Be Corrupt, ie. we need to find the best example to counteract all their attempts at being the worse; we need to demand a race to the top, and be able to point at it and tell our elected reps.: We are going there, and you are leading us, starting NOW, well before December in Paris, where you will all agree to cooperate on achieving that, starting NOW – NOT in thirty damned year’s time.
4.) According to that opinion piece, Switzerland may provide the ideal such model, and, as James Hansen and so many others have said, we really do need to start with a price on carbon. (Actually, removing all subsidies for livestock agriculture makes as much sense as removing subsidies for fossil fuel companies… and perhaps we should have this point as People’s Demand #2.)… but anyway)… The article to which i refer is this: The TPP and Climate Change
5.) I hope this article makes very, very clear that waiting until the last minute before Paris talks begin is way too late; our deadline is actually well before the next round of TPP talks which could be any day or week from now, but is not likely to be many months later, and, perhaps our People’s Demand #1 should actually be that climate change is mentioned at the top of EVERY section within the bloody awful secret monstrosity of an “agreement,” in the frightening case of a scenario of it actually being past.
6.) Given this very real and sudden extra pressure on timing, perhaps we should divert a little attention from any later activities, and start suggesting people immediately occupy or phone.. or in more appropriate ways approach all Five Eyes nation’s elected representative and their offices until they sign a declaration that they will
i.) oversee that climate change be acknowledged and the strongest possible provisions to combat it included in every section of the dreaded TPP, in the unfortunate case of the cursed thing not simply being dropped altogether; and,
ii.) take up a cry of following Switzerland’s great example in two ways: negotiate for nothing less than an equivalent of Switzerland’s target national greenhouse gas reduction goals (more is quite acceptable); and, achieve the establishment of a price on carbon matching Switzerland’s (in local currency).
iii.) facilitate the removal of all subsidies for the livestock agriculture, and fossil fuel industry representatives.
These clear, specific goals need to start being actioned well before the end of the current election cycle or term in office of our respective politicians.
This is a kestrel.
Gerard Hopkins was so impressed by seeing one flying one morning in 1877, he wrote a kind of love poem to and about it. That poem became so famous that it’s now been recited by many people since it was actually published in 1918, even including John-Boy Walton, and Bart Simpson!
The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins
To Christ our Lord
I caught this morning morning’s minion, kingdom
of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
This is a Yellow-Breasted Bunting. It may not be quite so majestic and powerful as the common falcon, but it is quite cute and very colourful, for all that. Perhaps a cross between a mere humble sparrow and a more colourful canary or goldfinch, it is certainly a snappy dresser in its uniform of brown and yellow plumage.
In the last 35 years, its population has declined by about 90%.
The connection between these two birds? Just the ideas that it would have been interesting to have seen what Gerard Manly Hopkins would have written on watching a murmur of Yellow-Brested Buntings flying all together, and then going to roost all together. And it would have been interesting to have read how many of either such bird in the year this poem was written, or published, or even just featured in the Waltons, or the Simpsons…
No wonder of it: shèer plòd makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold vermilion.
Our first event for Peace Poems Busan was held last weekend. It went well!
You can see some images here:
Peace is found when the farm’s only sound is steps on the ground
Between great trees with their dead and living leaves and their
Worms and birds and bees all about, and abound, and flirt and flit around
Peace is made when we trade knives for spades:
Butchers’ blades degrade and fade away in rusty shades.
Peace is the scene when farmers plant trees:
The only death is leaves that fall with the rains washing out to the seas
Peace is stupid. It’s so absurdly vague. It’s an old wive’s illusion about some daft end-of-days.
And all of us here, in, around, and near Busan don’t need to know what someone else says about your fear of losing “peace,” or dreams of peaceful sleep, or the cat on the window sill licking clean its fleas. Poetry?! Please!
The nearest to uncomfortable we get these days is when the weather report says the tornado’s too close to our coast’s own haze. Just leave us alone from your death-drone-hum as you worry on the bone’s faux-dream home for which we now know that there’s nothing to be done.
And war is over there, down the dead-end road of Fear, or lost up that broken-sign street of Yesteryear. These days, you see, we like our violence clean, and safely savage-salvaged in some glossy shiny wrappers, provided, post and packaged by the Hollywood attackers for the corporate greed machine. Peace? Pfft. Dream!
– 16th Oct 2014
Syria’s exploding. Human rights eroding. Politics and loathing are old national sports.
Blue skies are terror, dropping in from wherever, explained by faces; truth an afterthought.
Nobel Prizers strive to hide the lie they can’t be bought, and peace dies in flames with lives cut short.
– 16 Oct. 2014