“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Monday, June 6, 2011

Midway Atoll: An Island of Trash

...just to the northwest of Hawaii, where the white dot is on the center of this globe. Chris Jordan's photos from there are a sight to see. Birds strewn with plastic debris. Weird grotesque still lives, natures mortes. The bones and feathers are aged and whitened. The plastic is still fresh. HT @no_bridge_leap (Nico).

I'm reminded of the last haunting line of Plastic Bag (Ramin Bahrani), narrated by Werner Herzog: “If I could meet my maker, I would tell her just one thing: I wish that she had created me so that I could die.”

I agree with Anthony Paul Smith that this is one of the most affecting movies on ecology ever made. You really feel for this bag, jellyfish-like, abject, made to carry the crap of the world.

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