Essay from Z.I. Mahmud

Research Paper Title “Reincarnation of nature lover imaginaries and the revolutionary environmentalist stewardship movement”


By: Z I Mahmud B.A. (Hons) English ID-3058 Email: zimahmud_anan@yahoo.com
Phone: 9038532047, Residence: Property 980 ii Floor, Rani Bagh, Shakurbasti, Delhi-110034
Satyawati College Morning Shift University of Delhi


Abstract


Emergence of ecocriticism and environmental humanities have canonized transforming transmutation and wondrous metaphysics from sci-fi into the realm and repository of cli-fi. Today’s paper presentation will gracefully auspice in debriefing phenomenal and
spectacular marvel solutions to the climate change crisis including complementary extensions to focusing the gravitas of organic food, livestock and fisheries security and nutritional stewardship projects to harvesting and recycling water reservoirs in the light of posthumous environmentalism movement laureate authoress of ‘Silent Spring’
Rachel Carson’s legacy behind the sceptred captures of wildlife, nature and ecological documentary filmmaker David Attenborough’s production of the thematic narrative discourse analysis.


Outlining The Briefing of The Genesis


How can we cultivate the motifs and interests of today’s citizenship environmental movement and sub-urban environmental stewardship in emerging competitive anthropocene through intriguing worldviews. Indeed this is inevitable that we have become a major force of nature in this new Anthropocene epoch…Anthropogenic climate change have begun ever since the Industrial Revolution and Romanticism
thwarts the ignominious evils of earth being overthrown to the greenhouse gases emissions and the stimulating cascades of global warming phenomenon.

Have you ever imagined the consequences of catastrophic unnaturalness of nature! Time has announced the heraldry of reincarnate Rachel Carson from the immuration of entombment amidst nuclear radioactive disintegration, her feminine golden brown
traces of tresses in agricultural pastoral suburban landscapes leachate, fallen down microcosmic microscopic slides in polluted and contaminated streamlined canals, marshy swamps, lakes and rivulets and her archives records cassettes scattering shattered upon the desks of policy-makers… Pledges of billions of currencies
green bonds investments by different institutional bodies of agencies and organizations.

Will money suffice or attitudes and values be fundamentally or universally truths of fortuitous and intuitive investment in efforts of climate change mitigation? Dear Audience, I invite you to the in depth analysis and manifesting contemplation of terrains and avenues of post environmental politics and environmental posthumanities and
afterwards exploratory voyage of prospects for the future generations’ enthronement of green utopianism.


Moral Climatology And Climate Justice In Serendipity of Sequestration Or Encroachment


Filming in the frozen world “Curious Leopard Seals” The Frozen Planet II team travelled over the roughest seas in the world to film a special behaviour-leopard seals hunting penguins, Kathryn Jeffs, the director, reports, “Despite the beauty of South Georgia the bite of the extreme cold can’t be forgotten about. Eventually the crew became too interesting to resist and the leopard seals came for a look. With only their mouths to investigate the new arrivals, this can lead to some disastrous consequences for the crew…And that’s just the beginning of their problems…But soon their luck starts to change. With their luck changing, it’s time to head back into the water. The crew find the courage to brave not only the seals but also the bitter cold once again. The leopard seals thoroughly investigate the crew.

They are gentle and curious with the team, allowing them to enjoy an incredible interaction with this fascinating top predator.”
Ladies and gentleman, after these icebreakers I am sure you would wonder and marvel of the apprehensive misapprehension invoked by the wrath of glaciers melting of the Antarctica and NASA Earth Observatory is indeed noteworthy and credible for an
insightful significance.


Antarctic sea ice peaks in September (the end of Southern Hemisphere winter) and usually retreats to a minimum in February.
These image pairs show the average concentration of Antarctic sea ice for the month of September (left) and the following February (right) from September 1990 to February. Opaque white areas indicate the greatest concentration, and dark blue areas are
open water. All icy areas pictured here have an ice concentration of at least 15 percent (the minimum at which space-based measurements give a reliable measure), and cover
a total area that scientists refer to as the “ice extent.”


The yellow outline shows the median sea ice extent in September and February from 1981 to 2010. Extent is the total area in which the ice concentration is at least 15 percent. The median is the middle value; that is, half of the extents were larger than the line, and half were smaller.


From the start of satellite observations in 1979 to 2014, total Antarctic sea ice increased by about 1 percent per decade. Whether the increase was a sign of meaningful change is uncertain because ice extents vary considerably from year to year around Antarctica. For three consecutive Septembers from 2012 to 2014, satellites observed new record highs for winter sea ice extent. These
highs occurred while the Arctic was seeing record lows.
The climb came to an end in 2015, and significant decreases in sea ice around Antarctica started to occur in 2016. There have been small rebounds in recent years, but nowhere near the record high of 2014.


Pernicious Doomsday: Climate Change Crisis Diabolical Aftermath of Demonic Gigantism


Extreme climactic conditions affecting the globe with instances of North Polar Artic or South Antarctic Icebergs melting, snow-cliffs and Himalayan avalanches, desertification and droughts, floods, hurricanes, blizzards and glaciers melting, storm surges and
torrential blizzards, unseasonal rainfall patterns, coastal tidal flooding with sea level rising, apocalyptic changes in global temperatures, destruction of habitats along with extinction of critically endangered species or infestation of invasive species, vulnerability
of changes in the genetic materials of living organisms including pathogenic microbial agents contaminants’, vectors’ triggering mutations and making their likelihood of susceptibility to epical chances of survival even throughout adverse environmental
circumstances, pollution and toxicity and so on.


Future Prospects of Ecological Citizenship By Future Generations


Consumerism and commodification of mother earth nature and deep ecology on a large scale is the flip of the coin’s another side and togetherness of small scale individual naturalists perspectives, environmentally friendly green lifestyles and attitudes including
the renovation and refurbishment of aestheticising antiquarian quintessence of naturalness in touchstones of college cafeterias stewardship or voluntarism of veggies seedbank and germination and harvest of foods, veggies and fruits alike projects, will
be delineated.

On the commentary of Tagore’s open mindedness and cosmic divination liberal philosophical views have catered in curatorship, advocacy or stewardship of Romantic Poetry in action encompassing and encapsulating the sublimity and tranquility
found in nature’s abode-the seedlings of deep ecology rooted within human desires, motivations, feelings and emotions, attitudes and values. Rabindranath Tagore’s modernization and industrialism in upbringing of agricultural transformation of pastoral
Shantiniketan was not merely acquaint us of carbon or ecological footprints incurred by his heir-apparent foreign educated agriculture, livestock and animal husbandry graduate Rathindranath Tagore upon his arduous journey through travelling with oceanic cruise.


Disembarking homeland, both father and son merited in accomplishing spectacle of modern Gibson Graham’s inventory of ideas for an imaginary of belonging in the Anthropocene colonial and post modern clime. Alternative economics booming “adventures in living” at the regional level such as employee-owned cooperatives,
peer-to-peer information commons and community sponsored agricultural hubs. In Tagorean Visva-Bharati and Shantiniketan, disappearance of entanglements between environmental and humans, ecological crisis and governance, matter and meaning,
flesh or word is a marvel.


Conclusion . .


Of symposia and colloquia we should be enlivening in experiencing the magnanimity of Science Barge of Hudson Valley, New York and, therein, we shall abandon the troubadour of nature and culture divide through fostering symbiotic unison with futuristic escape from climate change crisis. Well, let me acquaint you with the fact that floating
urban farms and environmental education centers are deemed to be coalesced with human beings’ imaginative magical spell habitation, a practical reality.


Further Reading and References

Four Problems, Four Directions For Environmental Humanities Toward Critical Posthumanities For The Anthropocene, Author: Astrida Neimanis, Cecilia Asberg and Johan Hedren, Source: Ethics and the Environment, Volume 20, No, 1, Spring 2015, pages. 67-97 and published by the Indiana University Press.

Poetry from Zulfiya Shomurotova

Zulfiya Shomurotova
It's raining...

Little pure rain drops on my head,
Today the sky is a bit disappointing.
As if resting from a warm drop,
The clouds are covered in blue.

The trees have tears in their eyes,
A pearl hung on each branch.
The whisper of the rain caught the imagination,
Inseparable is this joy or sorrow?

The raindrops are rustling,
His sweet voice is pleasing to the heart.
But it does not enter my heart,
Flows like inspiration into ocean poetry.

Little pure rain drops on my head,
Today the sky brings tears again.
The feelings that screamed from my heart
Begins to drip on the surface of the paper.

Shomurotova Zulfiya was born on December 15, 2006 in Khiva, Khorezm region, Uzbekistan. She is currently a 10th-grade student at the Khiva Presidential School. She is a member of “The Global Friends Club” organization in Georgia, a participant in the Kangaroo Olympics in 2020 and 2021, a participant in the Hippo Olympiad in 2021, a participant in the “Chatbot” project, and she won 3 certificates in the “Uzbek million coders” project, attended WHO: “Vaccine Safety Basics” course and holds certificates from 12 similar international universities, volunteer of “Golden wing”, participant of the forum held by the International Internship University, ambassador of IQRA Foundation, Protection for Legal& Human Rights Foundation’s Coordinator of Uzbekistan.

Poetry by J.D. Nelson


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circularity

deepy
dishy




mentioning a

coarse ribbon
gazoo




pylon wave

ha / ha

ah-woo
zing!




building &

stamped passport
you’re now

a bldg




dealt-a-force

ducked
or

deal



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bio/graf

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. His poems have appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of ten print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *Cinderella City* (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Nelson’s first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead*, published by Post-Asemic Press in December 2022. Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.

Poetry from Randall Rogers


For Good Health

Nothing

is more real

than music

in silence

and silence

in music

fortissimo

snuff box

blaring

Gesundheit!!!

Dog

your very footsteps

wobbly

into the future

waft

like a billowing

consciousness

small

among the groovy

solaces

of your mind.







Tri-annual Sprout


Sometimes it’s like

those two guys discussing

between themselves

when it’s just me

three gorging on my

reflection in the mirror.






Half Wit’s Domain


Raised (like free range poultry)

on a diet of

“stupid son of a bitch”

and all the fixin’s

I never measured

a small man

in a normal sized body

for Japan or Vietnam

little big man moniker

followed me in fights

I’d win

lose on purpose

pulp

danger took me places

power dynamics

in confined places

infighting

head butting

the groin

bashing

gouging

wise men

fear to tread.

Poetry from Michael Lee Johnson

My Life
My Life
My Life

By Michael Lee Johnson

 

My life began with a skeleton 

with a smile and bubbling eyes

in my garden of dandelions.

Everything else fell off the edge,

a jigsaw puzzle piece cut in half.

When young, I pressed

against my mother’s breast,

but youthful memories fell short.

I tried at 8 to kiss my father, 

but he was a welder, fox hunter,

coon hunter, and voyeuristic man.

My young life was a mixture

of black, white, dark dreams,

and mellow yellow sun bright hopes.

Rewind, sunshine was a stranger

in dandelion fields,

shadows in my eyes.

I grabbed my injured legs

leap forward into the future.

I’m now a vitamin C boy

it keeps me immured

from catching colds or Covid-19.

Everything now still leaks, in parts,

but I press forward.
How Jesus Must Have Felt
Jesus and How 

He Must Have Felt (V3)

 

Staggering out Wee-Willy's

dumpy dive bar, droopy eyes,

my feelings desensitizing,

confusing my avocado fart,

at 3:20 a.m., with last night

splash on Brut aftershave.

Whispering to my outcast

self-sounding is more like pending death.

My body detaching from myself,

numbed by winter's fingers.

I creak up these outside stairs

to my apartment after an all-night drunk,

cheap Tesco's Windsor Castle

London Dry Gin—on the rocks.

I thought of Jesus

how He must have felt

during His resurrection

dragging His holy body

up that endless stairwell

spiraling toward heaven.
Most Poems
Most Poems
Most Poems

By Michael Lee Johnson

 

Most poems are pounded out

in emotional flesh, sometimes

physical skin scalped feelings.

It’s a Jesus hanging on a cross

a Mary kneeling at the bottom

not knotted in love but roped,

a blade of a bowie knife

heavenward.

I look for the kicker line

the close at the bottom

seek a public poetry forum

to cheer my aspirations on.

I hear those faraway voices

carrying my life away-

a retreat into insanity.
Poets In the Rain
Poets in the Rain (V4)

By Michael Lee Johnson

 

All poets are crazy. Listen to them soak

sponge in early rain medley notes sounding off.

Crazy, and suicidal, we know who they are:

Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas

the drunk, Anne Sexton, Teasdale.

This group grows a Pinocchio nose.

At times I capture you here under control.

I want to inspect you.

All can be found in faith once

now gone in time.

With all your concerns, I see

your eyes layered in shades of green,

confused within you about me.

Forgive me; I’m just a touch

of wild pepper, dry Screaming Eagle

Cabernet Sauvignon, and dying selfishly.  

We don’t know if it is all worth it.

I have refined my image, and my taste

continues to thrust inside your crevices.

Templates of hell break loose thunder, belches, and anomie.

Asteroid Ceres looks like you are passing gas,

exposes her buttocks, and moves on just like ice

on a balmy rock just like yours.

I will wait centuries, like critics, to review

this fecund body of yours-

soiled, then poppies,

poetry in the rain.
Michael Lee Johnson
Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. Today he is a poet in the greater Chicagoland area, IL.  He has 272 YouTube poetry videos. Michael Lee Johnson is an internationally published poet in 44 countries, has several published poetry books, has been nominated for five Pushcart Prize awards and six Best of the Net nominations. 

He is editor-in-chief of three poetry anthologies, all available on Amazon, and has several poetry books and chapbooks. He has over 443 published poems. Michael is the administrator of six Facebook Poetry groups. Member of the Illinois State Poetry Society. Do not forget to consider me for Best of the Net or Pushcart nomination!

Song Lyrics from Chimezie Ihekuna

Chimezie Ihekuna (Mr. Ben) Young Black man in a collared shirt and jeans resting his head on his hand. He's standing outside a building under an overhang.
Chimezie Ihekuna
Song Title: Sands of Time 
Genre: Reggae

Chorus
Sands of Time (4ce)


Verse 1

As I examined what’s happening around me, 
I’m left with no choice than to re-evaluate my thinking 
Oh yea, Oh Yea (4ce)
The truth staring angrily at me
Staggering situations my eyes can’t bear
Excruciations my heart has endured
Frustrations becoming a part of me
My cold treatments to people around me
The failure that I’ve become
The losses I’ve encountered
My hopes being dashed
I began to ask to ask myself:
Would you leave those vices in the 
Sands of Time (4ce)

Verse 2

I expressed my dissatisfaction through my reggae music
Oh yea, Oh yea (4ce)
My left and right side brain made active
Feeling no pain but sweet sensation
Melodies pure and flowing
Sounds of courage being heard
Ray of hope arising
The healing power manifesting
The love that’s assuring
The brightness of freedom
Peace that’s bounding
Make me see the possibility of leaving the positive vibes in the
Sands of Time (4ce)

Verse 3

The world is witnessing catastrophes
Oh yea Oh yea (4ce)
People dying
Diseases and starvation abounding
Rights denied with no justice
Truths fast becoming myths
The yearning for materialism on the rise
Leaders clueless about the future 
But through my music,
Sharing the optimism of hope
Illuminating humanity rightly
Seeing the right to posterity

Are what I will leave in the:
Sands of Time (4ce)