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gail zawacki
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David T. Lange, Au Revoir
David T. Lange was one of my earliest readers, and a staunch supporter of the conclusion that pollution from ozone derived from fossil fuels and excess reactive nitrogen is killing trees - as well as people and other life forms on our planet.  He had his ow...

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An audition for Apocalypse, The Musical
Thanks for the memory Of butterfly and bird Whose songs we barely heard Our propensity
for multiplicity Our egos so absurd How selfish it was Thanks for the memory Of nature that we spoiled How determinedly we toiled For acid seas
And dying trees Stewardshi...

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The Waste Land
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone ...

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Deeply Dystopian
Based on a free excerpt captioned "A quick rundown of the ecocidal empires that came before us", I purchased the electronic version of "Extinction: A Radical History" by Ashley Dawson.  Upon reading the entire book I was not surprised, having been forewarne...

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Earth Embalmed
There are so many calamities - fish kills in Florida and birds falling out of the skies, epic floods and droughts, the slowing of the ocean currents - that when I prepared the 26th Dispatch From The Endocene I left out a major incident I had intended to inc...

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Love Is Not Enough
Following is the transcript for the 25th Dispatch From the Endocene, which can be heard at ExtinctionRadio.org.  The artwork is by Arthur Rackham, whose depiction of trees rendered them veritable sentient characters in his illustrations of fairy tales. Than...

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A Borrowed Poem
With his kind permission, please find below a poem written by Lee McCormack, a hermit living in the dank and moldy primal forests of Martha ’ s Vineyard. Writing poetry for 55 years, he is the first ever Martha’s Vineyard Poet Laureate in the island ’ s his...
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