Hi friendsit’s been a while since I’ve writtenbut
here’s what I’ve been up to. Follow our adventures at
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Starhawk at Burning Man: Part
One
I didn’t really intend to get this involved in Burning Man. I’ve
never beenalthough of course for years now I’ve heard friends who go
regularly rave about it. I’ve been curiousas someone who has spent
my life creating ritual and advocating that Western culture needs
satunalias and carnivals and moments of public ecstasy and pageantry, I
of course want to see this phenomenon which began as a group of friends
burning a small effigy on the beach, and has now grown into a weeklong
encampment of forty thousand or more artists and their posses out in the
blazing, empty Nevada desert. Hey, our Reclaiming community of
Pagans has been burning an effigy on the beach for decades on the Summer
Solstice, and it remains a joyful but comparatively sedate religious
ceremony for a couple of hundred people. What are they doing that we’re
not? (Well, there’s drugs, for one…)
The scale, the madness, the accounts of incredible ecstatic moments and
intense life transformation have intrigued me for years. But I
don’t do desert. That isI can be persuaded to go to some blazing
hot climate for some overwhelming world-saving causeprotesting nukes at
the Nevada Test Site for example, or chasing tanks in Jenin. But
for a good time, give me an ocean, or a cool trail in the mountains, or a
pleasant, green, intermittently rainy day in Ireland. Camping out
in overwhelming heat, punishing cold, with blowing alkaline dust and the
occasional eighty mile an hour windstorm is not the terrain I’d choose
for either fun or spiritual transformation. Yeah, prophets have always
gone to the desert for visionsbut look at what they came up with:
angry gods, punishing deities, the concept of hell. Case in
point.
This year, however, the theme the Burning Man organizers put out was
sustainability, and The Green Man. The Green Man is an ancient
Pagan figurea face surrounded by leafy branches and vegetation mostly
now found in old churches, remnants inserted by subversive stonecutters
of an earlier, nature-based faith. So a number of my Pagan and
permaculture friends started murmuring that maybe this year we should
go.
Since we were thinking of going, and since I spend a good portion of my
life now teaching techniques of sustainability and ecological design, I
though I should do…something. Maybe this was the moment to build the
portable solar composting toilet trailer of my dreams?
Friends of friends put me in touch with the team that is organizing the
Sustainability Pavilion, and I decided we should submit a proposal from
Earth Activist Training, our organization which offers permaculture
design courses with a grounding in earth-based spirituality and a focus
on activism and organizing.
I seduced myself into the project with those dangerous phrases that have
gotten me into so much trouble throughout my life: “It won’t take
long,” and “It’ll be easy.” After all, you can always do a
great-looking permaculture installation with a truckload of straw bales,
a bunch of live plants, and some mulch. No problem. Then I talked
to my housemates, the veteran Burners. No live plantsthey won’t stand up
to searing, eighty mile an hour winds. No straw balesthey shed and
the Burning Man folks have become fanatics about picking up every stray
bit of MOOPMatter Out of Placethat might possibly contaminate the
baking, lifeless old lake bed where the burn takes place.
How do you demonstrate sustainability in an inherently unsustainable
environment?
Over the years, I’ve created a lot of graphics about permaculture,
beginning with our project in Cancun in 2003, when we built a handwashing
station and graywater system for the campesino encampment to protest the
meeting of the WTO. We needed something to identify and explain the
thingand my friend Delight and I printed up, cut, pasted and labeled a
whole lot of pictures, which speak louder than words, especially when
people speak different languages and when many of them don’t read.
I did something similar for the G8 encampment in Scotland in 2005.
They all looked a bit like someone’s 7th grade science project, but they
did the trick.
Later that summer, I redid the collages on Photoshop and printed them up
with graphics that brought them up into the 21st century. We took
them down to New Orleans after Katrina and used them to introduce
concepts of permaculture and sustainability into the relief work we were
doing there.
So, my second thought was just to set up the graphics on a nice piece of
board.
My veteran Burner housemates were not encouraging.
“People don’t want to learn about permaculture at Burning Man,” they
said. “They want to see art. They want to take drugs and have
sex.” And, forebodingly, “Whatever you do, don’t be lame!”
The thought of subjecting myself to the punishing desert winds only to
achieve lameness was quite an awful one. Over the next few weeks, I
discussed the problem, we had a group in one of our courses do a design
for Burning Man, and I thought long and hard about the problem.
Permaculture is not just about plants and strawit’s about designing
systems that can meet human needs while regenerating and healing the
natural environment. It works with a set of ethics and principles
that can be applied to any situationfrom designing a forest garden to
planning a political campaign. Sowhat could we create that would
embody the principles without live plants or beds of attractive wood chip
mulch?
One of the principles is “Use onsite resources.” Scratch thatthere
aren’t any, not even sand or clay, just alkaline dust. Another is,
“Use biological resources.” Apart from people, and their various
excretions, there aren’t any of those.
“Waste is a resource”, however, seemed to be a useful idea. What
waste did I have available that we might use? I thought about the
old PVC water line lying out in the hills on our land in western Sonoma
County. There was lots of thatand even more if I could cull the
scrap of my neighbors. Perhaps we could build something out of
that, which would embody some of nature’s patternsanother core aspect of
permaculture. The meander pattern is a pattern of digestion and
aborption, so if we wanted people to digest information, we could create
a labyrinthine structure they could wander through. It would have
lots of edgeanother principle. The edge where two systems meet
creates a third system, often more diverse and creative than either of
the others.
So, I started drawing lines on paper, and putting words on paper, two
things that are easy for me to do. If the structure was going to be
a labyrinth, it would have a sacred aspect, and could be a journey,
perhaps from the fear and grief and despair we feel about the state of
the earth, through connection with the elements, the primal patterns of
nature, and into a gallery of visions and solutions.
I submitted the proposal, and much to my surprise, it was accepted.
At first I felt elated. I felt like I’d passed some Ultimate
Coolness Test, which was a relief because, while I was certainly cool
back in the sixties, it had been a while. Then I felt that
terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, realizing that now I
actually had to do the thing.
So, I’ve been doing itworking on the graphics and the pictures,
organizing our setup crew, and trying a mockup of the structure. I’ve
been sucked deep into the trancelike underworld of computer graphics,
where hours, days, a lifetime can go by while you tranfer images or parts
of images back and forth in Photoshop with the magic wand. I could
sit and play with that for a long timethose little dancing electrons
stimulating my brain into a zenlike state of calm.
It’s long been my experience with creative projects of all kinds that
they mostly feel disastrous and out of control while you are immersed in
them. If you’re lucky, somewhere on the third or fifth or twentieth
draft or the fourth day of fitting parts together, something settles into
place and it all works. If you’re not lucky, it just stays a
disaster.
That’s just what happened with the structure. I had in mind
something modest, like the Hagia Sophia in sunburned PVC, a series of
escalating domes. Problem ispvc doesn’t bend well, especially when
its old and brittle. Jamie and I spent a morning lashing together
half-domes of branches, which were flimsy and looked pretty silly.
Given an extra month or two, I could probably have woven them into
baskets. But luckily, during our lunch break we discovered a stash
of old black irrigation pipe, which bends beautifully. Suddenly we
had all the domes and rings we neededand it looks about as good as
something made of old pipe can look.
The pictures, if I say so myself, look great. Now I’ getting really
excited to see what it looks like when it all comes together.
More later…now I’ve got a plane to catch to go teach in the woods for a
week.
Part Two: Friday August 24
It’s after midnight. This is about the fifth or sixth night in a row I’ll
be getting to bed around 1 or 2AM and getting up early. We meant to leave
for the playa this eveningdecided instead to go early in the
morning. I’d thought I’d have a more relaxed evening at home to
finish packing and write more of a bloginstead I spent it in a nightmare
of frustration trying to get the last little bits printed up. In
the end, after closing down two copy shops, I still have to stop at a
Kinkos in Reno tomorrow.
But all the rest is done. All the big graphics are printed.
All the signs are made. The whole structure has been labeled,
bundled, and packed up in the truck and the bus. Now, if we only
all get there and can figure out how to put it all back up, we’ll have an
installation.
I’ve instructed all my friends that the next time I get an idea, they are
all to say in a firm tone of voice, “Down, Starhawk! Remember
Burning Man!”
Goodnight!
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Starhawk is a lifelong activist in peace and global justice movements, a
leader in the feminist and earth-based spirituality movements, author or
coauthor of ten books, including The Spiral Dance, The Fifth Sacred
Thing, Webs of Power: Notes from the Global Uprising, and her latest, The
Earth Path.
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