Ouf, Tom Murphy, dans le cadre de sa réflexion sur la modernité (cancéreuse, qu'il faut outrepasser) aborde la délicate question de la mortalité infantile:

https://dothemath.ucsd.edu/2026/06/accepting-loss-as-fair/

#HunterGatherer #PostModernity #Primitivism #DeepEcology #death #ReflectionOnMortality

The Football Players – Henri Rousseau

The Football* Players (Les joueurs de football) by Henri Rousseau (1908, Oil on Canvas, 100.3 x 81.1 cm, Guggenheim Museum, New York)

(Obviously it’s Rugby Football…)

Rejeter l'écriture (et la modernité).

https://emergencemagazine.org/essay/the-language-of-the-master/

#primitivism #deepEcology #HospicingModernity #GreatSimplification

Love is the main theme of almost every song, every story, every poem and it describes our very basic nature - our instinctual need for a forager life, which is reflected in descriptions like "Garden of Eden" in different cultures. As long as we stay human, we'll always be on an endless quest for it. Primitivism would be the only sustainable solution, if there was one. It is to return to our previous state right before symbolic behavior. Anatomically and behaviorally, we are still capable of thriving in this way.

#love #primitivism #sustainability

John Fahey (February 28, 1939 – February 22, 2001) was an American fingerstyle guitarist and composer who pioneered the steel-string guitar as a solo instrument. His style has been greatly influential and has been described as American Primitive, a term borrowed from painting and referring mainly to the self-taught nature of his art. Fahey himself borrowed from the folk and blues traditions of America but incorporated classical, Brazilian, Indian and abstract music into his eclectic oeuvre. In 2003, he was ranked 35th in Rolling Stone's "The 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time".

https://soulvlog.blogspot.com/2007/07/john-fahey-interview-and-playing-1969.html

#Music #Primitivism

whereupon the weakest fall thus do we
so from each stripped humanity
we all are bound till humans are free
What I do to you now I get you to do to me
We don’t need more
What’s a boundary? What’s a war
I don’t even know what their wealth is for
but I know that I can’t ignore
whereupon the weakest fall tumble we
I’m not the one but you can’t number me
age after age we know what we need
closer than the air we breathe
you are me
and we are called to be more than monsters
and maybe there’ll be man where a man once stood
we are all the focussed conscious
and that means we all good if someone’s good

can you imagine recall and remember
the whole tribe telling stories by the embers
the little ones’ let’s pretend of the adventure
the parents’ destress unclench their agenda
the wise old heads note the deep intention
the teens front and centre seeking attention
or making shapes with each other in the shadows
in your bones you can hum it – tha knows
those were diurnal eternal camaraderies
learn from the neighbour academies
have it out, have a meeting if you mad at me
dance out all your insanity and anomie
cladding, company, charcoal, canopy
beauty distinct from lust and vanity
identity distinct from anatomy
fruits of the earth and sea for your family
if a brother break a leg we gonna set it
if another got a thirst we gonna wet it
should your belly growl well cheek by jowl
we can go to big tree and get it

#bars #poetry #songs #lyrics #EnlightenedSelfInterest #consciousness #primitivism #nature