So, I finally got a chance to see Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, the 1986 anime feature based on the much-beloved ecological manga series Kaze no Tani no Nausicaä, about a future in which humans have poisoned the planet, with the survivors breaking into small kingdoms, and a toxic forest of fungus and giant insects spreading over the land.
Unfortunately, I think I came to this flick ten years too late. I mean, I was much taken with the character of the "warrior/pacifist Princess Nausicaä" and some bits of the animation were quite good, but the message, that left a lot to be desired.
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Now, I'm pretty passionate about engaging culturally with our planet. As a student I had a big planet Earth poster on my wall and a sculpture of a wild Green Man with lolling tongue on my bedstand and read every story about people and nature I could find, from Ecotopia to creation myths and stewardship injunctions from scores of cultures. I have a nearly complete collection of Gary Snyder's works and an admirable fan collection of bioregionalist kitsch: heck, I even ran a neo-bioregional magazine (Steelhead) myself. I've hung out with many of the big deep green folks. I've spoken at ecological cultural meetings on three continents. I've spent more time alone in the woods than most Americans, participated in a Council of All Beings, and had some even less rational ritual experiences way out on the backside of nowhere.
I still like Northwest Native Art. I still think knowing the place you call home in deep ways is an essential part of being fully human. But I find the standard environmentalist cultural works to be full of outworn tropes: the angered planet, the monster which is at first terrifying but proves to have an important message from Nature for humanity, the outsider hero who's the only one who really understands the natural world, the soul-warming message that while human beings are outside the natural order of things, it's not too late to live in harmony with nature. Et cetera.
They're boring; they're cliched, but most of all, they no longer ring true to me. I no longer find inspirational these legends of the Fall. I'm much more interested in visions of the Transcendence, of futures bright-green and full of happy humans living in profound dynamic grace with the natural systems of the planet. I don't think we're sinful creatures. I think we're stupid. I think, ultimately, that our story is not so much that of Adam and Eve expelled to wander, weary and alone, from Paradise, but that which William S. Burroughs understood when he dreamt the words:
"THEY DID NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND THE TECHNIQUE IN A VERY SHORT TIME THEY NEARLY WRECKED THE PLANET"
How we came to fully understand the Technique, how we became wise and wonderful as well as powerful: that's the story I want to hear.








