[third nature] – Issue 2

This is an archival of the [third nature] zine, the publication of Live Oak Radical Ecology which I wrote for and edited.

[third nature] – Issue 2

[third nature] – Issue 2 (bifold zine printable)

Description from the Institute for Social Ecology:

[third nature] is a bimonthly [sic] zine created by the social ecology organization Live Oak Radical Ecology located in North Florida. This second issue, published in February 2021, features essays on food sovereignty, renewing communal life, DIY ecological stewardship and more, along with art and graphics bursting with bloomer energy. It aims to educate, provoke thought, stimulate conversation around the ecology movement and inspire everyday people to take action in the fight for an ecological society. Printed copies will be distributed around North Florida with native wildflower seed packs attached to encourage people to get involved in stewardship and proliferate the growth of native plants. Check it out here.

Live Oak Radical Ecology can be found on Instagram and Twitter at @liveoakradeco.

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Rainforest in Flames: Fascism vs. Life

This is an archival of an essay originally published in (lore), a social ecology zine, in 2019.

The Amazon Rainforest, Uru-Eu-Wau-Wau territory // Photo by Gabriel Uchida

From the emergent layers and the canopy, inhabited by the towering Brazil nut trees
which provide homes for the owls and warblers and the captivatingly colorful tanagers, to
the understory where the snakes, frogs, tapirs, jaguars and countless other lifeforms dwell,
the Amazon rainforest is a lively ecosystem, exhaling oxygen in the Earth’s atmosphere and
providing an indispensable haven for our planet’s biodiversity. Indeed, this forest is a vital
organ of the Earth’s biosphere, carrying out many crucial functions which support all life on
Earth, storing carbon, deflecting and containing solar heat, absorbing carbon from the
atmosphere and providing habitats for a stunning variety of life.

As of recently, though, large swaths of the Amazon rainforest have come to rather
resemble Hell as catastrophic fires rage. While we have already seen a drastic increase in
wildfires in the Amazon this year due to climate change, this time it is due to the actions of
Brazil’s president Jair Bolsonaro and his destructive agroindustry policies: all these trees
and wildlife and the indigenous populations of the forest aren’t doing anything to raise
Brazil’s GDP, so they must be destroyed to make way for the more profitable cow pastures
and mining operations, and so he used his typical nationalist rhetoric to incite farmers,
ranchers and others. Through this inherently anti-ecological lens of capitalism, anything that
is not profitable has no justification for existence, and is simply a blank slate to be
demolished, paved over and capitalized on.

But this ideology undermines the very systems that support and perpetuate all life on
Earth. Ultra-nationalism – exemplified here by the Bolsonaro administration’s slogan of “the
new hopes for the Homeland: Brazil above everything!” – stands at odds with the forest, a
being which spans many imaginary borders and doesn’t particularly care to serve any one of
these nations whose artificially enclosed lines overlap with it over another. Its very existence
contradicts the interests of fascism, and perhaps even probes at its logical coherence in the
first place.

Just as the Amazon is a major organ of our ecosystem, the deadly trio of fascism,
capitalism and colonialism constitute a parasitic disease which infests and eats away at it. If this organ fails, it will be a crippling, almost certainly fatal blow to all complex life on Earth.
And this is a very real threat. The Amazon has already lost a fifth of its original expanse, and
scientists believe that if another fifth is lost – something we are very much on track for if we
don’t do something about it – a “dieback” loop will be triggered where the forest will dry out
and collapse in on itself, destroying the most biologically diverse region of Earth and
unleashing its centuries of stored carbon into the atmosphere, sealing our fate.
And this is just one example of many potential ecological cataclysms we are on the
brink of. It is thus clear that capitalism is a death cult. In its gone-rogue pursuit of infinite
expansion, its grow-or-die imperative, it undermines the complex, interrelated, carefully
balanced systems which allow for life on Earth to exist and thrive. In other words, it is
directly at odds with life itself.

We are not something “external” to nature. We are embedded within it. And until our
society reflects that fact, we will continue to race along on this omnicidal track towards
ecological catastrophe. The indigenous inhabitants of the Amazon, such as the Uru-Eu-Wau-
Wau, know this well, their livelihoods directly depending on this now burning land.
Centuries of inherited wisdom guide them on how to work with and take care of the vast
forest they inhabit, and provide examples for ecological morals and perspectives on
relationship with nature (centered around harmony rather than ruthless exploitation for
unlimited profit) which we would do well to let inform the way we structure our own society.

This recent account provides a stark imperative to take it into our own hands,
wherever we may live, to fight back against the systems which ravage the very foundations of
life. We must directly challenge and provide alternatives for these deadly ideologies and
systems starting in our very own communities, in tandem with our bioregions and in the
world at large, fighting incessantly by sowing seeds to inoculate our neighbors against the
spread of this nationalism-justified ecocide and building counter-power today; distributing
informational handouts physically and digitally, and growing our own local ecological
activist and resistance networks, NOW.

It is true, the present and the future look bleak. But if there is hope, it lies within our
collective action and our perverse refusal to sit down and shut up while our world burns. It is
up to us, the people: we must grow an ecological society in the rotting shell of the old. Now,
pick up the seeds and start planting.

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turtle power

is anger genesis or sinking?
is loyalty approval or life-giving?
is that voice of ire really moving?
when seething, is that hope or coping?
two images of revenge confusing
in this noncommital tension, you just cruising?
i know this avalanche is never slowing
i know the sky is black and snowing
i know you’re so sick of waiting
and the stasis devastating
but these embers need your protecting
the thread of grieving’s always weaving
your patience is anathema to dying
it’s okay to take solace in your trying
holding on is more than just surviving.
your touch is so electrifying
you’re the water into soil soaking
take a step back, it’s amusing –
this wayward life for our unfolding.
with all this stress and pain that’s shocking
and your nervous system exploding
your crippling fear of ever slowing
take a breath that’s deep
gaze at this arresting beast
savor every tear you weep
and put trust in your vital way of knowing
slow and steady wins the race of growing
the pulse of life is ever-flowing
and your hands are built for sowing.

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earthbinder

two lifeforms drew nearer
diversions, excursions of light, revelrous refractions
exploring an inkling of desire
reckless and relentless, revealing, elaborating
the reality of its essence.
beside and inside each other
the warm, carnal embrace sent cataclysmic shockwaves
channeling the strength of earth
shaking the bed, and the foundations of civilization.
the incendiary intercourse a grounded ascension
a vindication of life, a declaration of our autonomy,
a precious thing they can never take from us.
this affiliation of disentropic coherences took flight
elevating each soul as caustic sparks shot out,
reigniting the embers – a grave fire hazard
to all those who stand opposed to fun.
and as we gaze at each other now –
through dizzying dogbites, erotic exaltations,
through spit and cum communion, an aromatic fusion –
two animals mesmerized, eyes magnetized
we feel this lush plant’s roots grow and grow
from an innocuous seed to a rapacious sundew
terrestrially bound, grasping up
towards the endless free skies –
an aimless, amorous, amaranthine adventure
of the sensory and psychic
charting lands unknown with passionate fervor,
abounding lust, stormy zugunruhe –
earthbinding in a rapturous kiss
unfolding the truth of desire.

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flight of the moths

our sparks ascended the green mountain
following the path of life,
gazing at a torrid flame atop the earthly hill,
converging in a dance of queer desire.
under a riotous moon, full as each’s soul,
we crashed into each other
provoking a disturbance in the skies
in a collapse of lust,
an explosion of joy,
an exploration of what it means
to be free.

i heard rain and tears hitting polyester
in arms of comfort and affinity –
an effusion of emotion
bearing the lacerations
of a fucked up civilization
in unity unmaking isolation.
i was falling apart
but then we fell together,
our defiant headlamps finding footholds
out of this rank and dismal trench
hands linked tightly, climbing, climbing up.

camping in the semblance of a world to come,
lost in lunacy, our forms interlaced
in an electric impulse of passion –
an erotic concussion
exchanging spit and light,
revitalizing each spirit to fight
in the gloom of the overcast night.
this avian affair arousing ardor,
this eruption of enamor
will change life as life changes it,
destinations diverged
but particles surely now entangled –
and these kindred moths
will fly away doggedly
towards the dawn’s liberation.

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follow the music

found myself lost again
in the dark wood, without a light.
stumbling blindly without direction,
i remembered this:
‘follow the music,’ she said,
so i cast away my sight
and my doubt
and listened for the universal impulse of life.
i was drawn in by an alluring melody,
muffled at first, but then
i heard the voices of comrades enraptured in song,
bathing in the psychic fountain of lust
around a sacred fire
and i jumped in to join them
in an unfettered frenzy
and i found myself.

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perfect symmetry

our eros is a wild berserking chimera amok
jumping fences, running red lights, trespassing the pond
from stray sparks to ignition
brewing a storm of volition
where lightning strikes upwards to the heavens & beyond
symmetry so perfect we spawn a black hole with our fuck.

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Flower in the Meadow – Affinity Groups (and Why You Should Form One)

flower in the meadow (bifold zine)

Flower in the Meadow: Affinity Groups

(and Why You Should Form One)

Cybele D. Reverie

Scraping by to survive under capitalism is hard. Dismantling it is harder. Doing either alone is impossible.

Isolation in an utterly broken system is unbearable. It drives us to desperation and hopelessness. Lacking an emotional and material support system is suicide.

The affinity group structure is not an instrumental solution to these problems; it is rather an intentional yet organic social form which evolved out of the contradiction between the human spirit and the hostile, cruel machine of capitalist modernity it found itself lost in. With roots in the Spanish anarchists of the Federación Anarquista Ibérica, who dubbed it the grupo de afinidad, and deeper roots in the natural inclinations of Life itself, the affinity group is at once a found family unit, a survival team and a revolutionary cell catalyzing radical changes in their environment, arousing turbulence in the status quo power structure where they reside.

An overly precise definition would compromise its inherent flexibility, but in broad strokes, the affinity group is a collective of a relatively small number of radical individuals (ideally, under a dozen) who come to develop affinity and trust in each other, and band together forming a tight-knit unit of comrades who together nourish two primary intentions: ensuring internal resiliency in the face of economic and social hardship, and organizing and engaging in revolutionary action together. But, no less crucially, affinity groups cultivate and grow each other’s revolutionary spirit through the interchange of ideas and interplay of affection, and enrich both group and individual autonomy through the sharing of skills and knowledge. They are the principle of free association embodied fully and practically in social form.

In Murray Bookchin’s pamphlet A Note on Affinity Groups, he describes them astutely:

Autonomous, communal and directly democratic, the group combines revolutionary theory with revolutionary lifestyle in its everyday behavior. It creates a free space in which revolutionaries can remake themselves individually, and also as social beings.”

Their small size is conducive towards mutual trust, cohesion and intimacy, and serves as a near absolute barrier against infiltration. Their true strength emerges when collaborating with other like-minded groups to organize larger scale actions and projects: they are not an alternative to comparatively larger revolutionary organizations any more than the flower is an alternative to the meadow.

Affinity groups may print zines to distribute around town to raise revolutionary consciousness and share tactics; read and study together; engage in propaganda of the deed; set up guerrilla gardens to grow and feed their communities; engage in all manner of subversive mischief; start squats together – but crucially, they do the things which they commonly believe in.

Affinity groups may support each other in times of emotional and financial crisis; share much property in common; start a rainy day fund; cook and eat and live communally, finding ways to reduce living expenses shackling us to capitalism – and always, always, ride or die together.

They benefit highly from a diversity not only in skillsets, but in life background, ethnicity, gender, neurology, ability and social identity. Having a broad, complementary scope of perspectives inoculates the group with simmering creative force as well as tempering each other’s lack of social awareness in certain areas. Better to be an ecosystem than a monoculture. To be a space where people of marginalized identities are able to let their guard down, trust each other and heal together, though, each member should be enthusiastically open to criticism, with a mind and intention towards solidarity and self-development. Conflicts may arise, as they do in all forms of social relation, especially in a society which traumatizes us all so deeply. Regularly engaging in tekmil (a process of good faith communal criticism developed in Rojava), deciding together a flexible structure for resolving internal issues, and becoming educated on radical conflict resolution are all important ways of addressing inevitable disputes.

Consensus should be sought in all major decisions, such as the introduction of new group members, tactics to engage in, and areas to focus on – keeping in mind the autonomy of each individual to pursue what they believe is right with whomever they choose to freely associate.

Chances are, you already know people who you could discuss forming an affinity group with. If you feel alone locally, there is nothing stopping you from starting a virtual affinity group with people you trust and aspire with abroad. We’re all beaten down by this callous system and in need of relief, and of the exhilarating joy of subverting it. Perhaps you could share this zine with them. Perhaps a new seed will sprout.

To take our flower metaphor further, considering our existential predicament and the overall state of the Left, we could observe that the world we find ourselves in is more like a desert wasteland than a lovely meadow. Maybe we can see the ultimate ambition of each affinity group, or every revolutionary, for that matter, as an effort to remediate the desolate barrens of our world, to make it once again beautiful, teeming with Life and color and joy. If the affinity group is the flower, its natural inclination is to beget Life through its living, to sow more seeds of rebellion carried by the winds far and wide.

Like many flowers, affinity groups have mechanisms to defend themselves from those who might attempt to disturb them or tear them up – anyone who would grab it by the stem would be greeted with a handful of lacerating thorns.

Before the fake potted plant, a tacky simulacrum manufactured to offer false beauty, lies the Black Rose, forged through billions of years of natural evolution, imbued as is all Life with intention; a spontaneous striving towards meaning and true beauty.

Beyond the nuclear family, tied through contrivance by nothing but common genetics and vestigial patriarchy, lies an evolved radical form of relating – the affinity group, tied through volition by aspiration, by conviction, by spirit, by desire, by action – by hope.

pdf: flower in the meadow

 

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reflective sights & afield delights

yesterday i found a tiny magic door
in an alley i’d never seen before.
where it led, i did not know,
but something inside compelled me to go.
i shrunk my form and crawled inside,
and in that moment, i had died.
my sensorium was set ablaze
with a fiery teal, a dancing haze.
free from corporeal form, i sang
a lurid bark, a sonic fang
piercing forms i’d taken for granted
gutting them, my psyche slanted.
then, in a vibrant floral aesthesis,
i plunged into an ocean of kisses
sanguine and syrupy, perverting shapes
with their velvet tongues caressing my face.
through their work, they reduced the entropic
in an arousal of patterns kaleidoscopic.
the smooches showed me a thousand seasons
i’d been blind to by the veil of reason.
below the sea, i descended up
to find the truth which filled my teacup.
what was that spectacle which edified my soul,
electrifying me with sights, and sounds, and smells, and tastes, and feels, and senses i knew not i’d possessed, engulfing my anima with more light than it could hold?
a heap of matter which drew me nearer –
a frameless, boundless, fractured mirror.

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