The Burning: On The Fires That Make Us Human and Whence They Came
For over a century, California has been suppressing fires. Attempting ‘control’.
From a decolonisation perspective, this is a too-familiar narrative: take something that seemed to ‘work’ in Europe (cutting down the forests and suppressing fire in the towns); export it to an utterly different landscape; ignore the ecological knowledge of the native peoples who are ‘ignorant’ and try to eradicate their culture and connection to the land by destroying their language; attempt to manipulate and control the landscape in such a way that the fires worsen; name it ‘progress’ and ‘development’ and institutionalise it into policy.
Yes, there was an alternative narrative. Both within the fire agencies and the indigenous communities, to whom a few of the western officials listened. Fire is normal in California. The suppression of it – plus climate change – is abnormal.
All of these convulsions – too-tight human-animal relations leading to diseases, an inability to control the wealthiest people who fly on airplanes and refuse to self-quarantine, racism, climate-change-induced fires, and hurricanes, and wind storms – all derive from the same colonial source.
If you haven’t noticed it yet, colonisation has a lot to answer for.
Is it possible to relearn the language of land and air? The breath and body of our ancestors?
As I write, we do not know how many places – retreat centres, farm education centres, and ‘back to the land’ initiatives have been demolished.
I heard a story that a farm with goats and chickens and horses and llamas just opened the pens’ gates. With tears blinding her eyes, the two-legged said to her four-legged friends: Go, and good luck. In those mountains, there is no plan to evacuate 100 horses and llamas and goats. The mountain is the safe place.
I heard another story that all over the mountains, groups are coming together to cry together. To mourn. To not turn away from their own grief for their beloved forests.
Of a firefighter who risked his life to save a 1,500-year-old tree.
Of people who refuse to evacuate. Who say: this here is worth the risk. Who say: I don’t know how to fight a fire but I will learn, today, right here, on the spot. For this little bit of land is precious. We cannot leave.
How many of us will stand for the land – because it has claimed us, and we are nothing without it?
I do not know how to fight a fire. I don’t know how to protect a house. Or a tree. Or the headwaters of the rivers that enable me to drink: to live. I roast chicken over open flames and dance around bonfires and lead singing around camp-fires and sit in the middle of the ancient charred sequoia; yet I do not know the language of fire.
How could I have so much education and not know these basic things?——
This is a short section of a larger, excellent, piece but it raises some important issues. Colonization, grief – collective and individual, and the longing to speak a language of fire.
In the remarkable book “Myths on the Origins of Fire” J.G. Frazer does an impressive sampling of the fire mythologies from around the world. While it is not complete (what anthology could be?) its scope is vast and there are thousands of ancient stories collected (with variants) from all inhabited continents and an impressive section of habitated and remote islands. While the Greek myth of Prometheus stealing fire from the gods in hollow tube of fennel to give to humans and ends up being tortured for eternity for the crime by being chained to a rock with an eagle feasting on his liver daily might the most famous fire myth…this myth isn’t unusual in corpus of fire origin stories.
There is a lot, a lot, a lot more I could say about humans, fire, culture, grief, myth, evolution, etymology, and domestication – a few years ago I wrote a long paper as an entre to a book called “What The Hand Dare Seize The Fire” which was about Fire as a kind of core cultural trauma that has to be reckoned with culturally and how the domestication of Fire creates a deep differentiation of the sexes and how women and feminine values are suppressed with each technological improvement of a method to hold fire in a smaller and harder space. Imagine the continuum of campfire to oven to forge to chamber. And how there is a cultural kickback to each of these from Fire who may not always like to be employed in this manner.
It is a speculative piece but driven by a bunch of good research and also driven by a kind of pyroanimism…for lack of a better term. I’m always game to talk about it.
Back to the matter at hand. These fires. This piece from Dark Mountain. And these times. These fires raging in the west seem, at least to me, to ask us to remember our small and old relationship with fire. When it was new and tender to us and when we knew that we were on the receiving end of something fine that maybe we didn’t even really totally deserve but cherished. And it made us love the living world that much more. These fires are an expression of a collective mind that has forgotten the living world. May we begin to remember such things and the consequences that flow from it.
Here at Primal Derma we are trying to remember such things. That animals and the land they live on have given us a kind of life and that we need to walk tenderly with that lived knowing. I pray that your use of these little jars might spur such ongoing wonderings with you.
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Until soon enough,