Derrick Jensen - What We Leave Behind

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ALSO BY DERRICK JENSEN

Standup Tragedy (live CD)

The Other Side of Darkness (live CD)

Now This War Has Two Sides (live CD)

ALSO BY ARIC MCBAY

Industrial civilization is incompatible with life. It is systematically destroying life on this planet, undercutting its very basis. This culture is, to put it bluntly, murdering the earth. Unless its stoppedwhether we intentionally stop it or the natural world does, through ecological collapse or other meansit will kill every living being.

We need to stop it.

There are many reasons for this cultures ubiquitous destructiveness (and of course, especially at this point, understanding or articulating the reasons for this destructiveness are only important insofar as that understanding or articulation helps us to stop the horrors). In my book A Language Older Than Words, I used the lens of domestic violence to explore the more personal aspects of this cultures destructiveness. The Culture of Make Believe explored the cultures system of rewards, and how the dominant economic system inescapably gives rise to (and requires) atrocity. In Endgame I showed how the culture can never be sustainable or anything other than destructive so long as it requires the importation of resources, that is, so long as it requires more than the local landbase provides (and now that I put it this way, it makes me wonder why it took more than a thousand pages to say this elsewhere: duh). In Welcome to the Machine, the emphasis was on this cultures relentless drive for control, which leads inevitably to standardizationstandardization is a nice way of saying the destruction of all diversityand ultimately the murder of all that is living (dead creatures are much easier to control than live ones).

This book takes a different approach to this cultures destructiveness. Or rather, it takes two different approaches: two approaches because this book is not, in fact, one book. It began as one book, and partway through, it speciated. It became two books: one about shit, decay, regeneration, life, death, and the suffocation of the planet under the weight of this cultures waste products; and the other about sustainability, denial, reformism, magical thinking, resistance, death, life, and the processes that many of us undergo in pushing past our denial to confront the reality we face, and from there to acting to defend life on this planet.

Aric and I thought, Fine, so we have two books. Just pull them apart, put different titles and covers on them, and lets move on. But when we tried to pull them apart, both died. Further, we found ourselves unable to discern their precise boundaries. The books were intertwined, interdependent.

All of this bothered us greatly, and time and again we tried to tear apart the books: this one here, that one there. But we slowly began to realize that the problem was not with the book but rather with our way of thinking about the book. The book was merely manifesting the miscible edges and intermingling that we were writing about. The book wasnt about shit, decay, regeneration, sustainability, resistance, or any of the other topics we thought it was about. It was about the spaces in between those topics. It was about their interplay, the tangling and untangling of topics, where one moved into another and another moved into the one.

If the language sounds at least a little sexual, thats because its supposed to (and not just because at some point we write for a few pages about orgasms): when you make love, where do you stop and where does the other start? Youre still two distinct beings, and yet theres something else happening, too, right?

Thats really the point. We finally gave up on attempting to impose our will on this book and allowed it to teach us to think more realistically. For the real world never has boundaries sharp as books, sharp as scientific equations, sharp as a bottom line. Where do salmon stop and streams begin? Where do spotted owls stop and ancient forests begin? What happens if you try to separate the two? What happens if you try to treat them as utterly distinct? Or, if you dont care about salmon or spotted owls, consider this: there are a hundred times more bacteria in your body than there are your own cells. Many of these bacteria are absolutely crucial to your continued existence. Without them you die. Without you, they die. Where do you stop and the bacteria start? Youre distinct beings, and yet theres something else happening, too, right?

As in sex, as in the rest of the real world, the real action happens in between.

In part because this book is as much about identity as it is about decay, Aric and I struggled all through the writing with how we would deal with the fact that this book has two authors, and each one of us tells stories in the first person. We knew right off we didnt want to promote the pseudo-objectivity and phony distance-masquerading-as-perspective so standard among so much formal (academic, philosophical, and journalistic) discourse by writing only in the third person. We also, for obvious reasons, eschewed the royal We. We considered and eventually rejected the use of italics to set off one of us while the other used Roman. Finally, we began to understand that because the book is not so much about identification as identity itself, the only appropriate action would be for us to leave each I as I and let readers use context or sleuthing (admittedly the sleuthing wont be too tough) to figure out who this or that I is, presuming it really matters.

And in many ways it doesnt. We must begin to remember not only how to distinguish, differentiate, separate, categorizeall of which this culture kind of teaches us how to dobut also how to recognize (and let ourselves fall into) those places where boundaries dissolve. I write this right now looking out a windowan artificial, more or less impermeable barrierat the wind moving through and among and between redwood needles. The branches dance and dip and rise again. I shift, and see the ground, where fallen needles decay and feed grasses who live and die and feed the soil who feeds trees who live and die and dance in the wind. And where does each start and stop? Does it really matter?