Posted Monday, 13 Sep 2021 by Adam Freeman

Pardon me, I was dreaming; I forgot you are here
waiting for me to accept you again, tell you that youâre not dangerous. Alice Notley, Above the Leaders
With the global security system implicated in just about every scenario of civilisational and species collapse, should it be said that scholars have given too much time to chattering about geopolitical fact patterns, or actually not enough? Jairus Grove, in his 2019 book Savage Ecology: War and Geopolitics at the End of the World, poses that inhabiting modernityâs lethal âeffectsâ anew can itself contribute to re-directing and, to a needed extent, âde-directingâ human purposes.
Whateverâs to be said about ancestral, cosmological, or evolutionary origins of unbound power and, eventually, the worldâs aggressive and techno-powered unification, Grove especially doesnât want covered up the âelite-driven Euro-American geopolitics of industrialized war and capitalism made ecocide that is now a global historical factâ (pp. 10-11). His chapter âA Martial Logic of the Euroceneâ references Peter Sloterdijk for the latterâs use of First World War gas attacks to exemplify a signal moment at which even oneâs environmental milieu was made a vector of annihilation (p. 82). If this is the very escalation of the history of violence confronted in Wilfred Owenâs poemsâlike âExposureâ (published posthumously in 1920), with its âbullets [âŚ]. / Less deathly than the airââGrove mentions land clearances, species eliminations, and urbanisations on the American continent as earlier manifestations of the same directed development of suffering (p. 98). Scanning âthe terrain of apocalypse and warâ on behalf of those âmoderns no longer interested in being along for the rideâ, Savage Ecology affirms, however, that even a âtortured topographyâ carries with it âa world of persistent provocationsââof vibrancy, of fragility. â[T]hinking is at its best when it is along for [that] rideâ (pp. 229, 282, 12).
The signature-evasive-manoeuver of Groveâs politics is represented in a sci-fi horror tale that appears as Savage Ecologyâs closing pages (pp. 281-284). With this story set in the early 2060s, Grove faces readers with the latest in a long line of ghoulish imaginings of Los Angeles. His brief narrative unfolds cimematically as a droneâs camera âpans down [âŚ] in a wide landscape shotâ to surveil an electrically reanimated army advancing on a military compound. With overhead footage of zombies capturing warâs would-be relentlessness, Groveâs amassing victim-killers have been joined by a newest recruit whose dying words are recorded: âwe are not who we areâ. What soon plays out, however, is a resonant, yet less joyless, diversion. The flying killer robot spies its own beauty over the oceanââtitanium wings outstretchedââand becomes momentarily a transport of delight. In this way, rather than allow himself to indulge an over-libidinal end-of-days narrativeâperhaps by a plotline in which every unmarked data point gets revealed as just an enemy, or a hero, we havenât yet metâGroveâs âpostvisionâ (p. 9) portals to a world where at least some-body stops considering itself according to the shooting script of a filmmaker in the sky.
Grove accuses usual suspects of political closure: those who entertain plans to harness and husband the Earth at scale. But the book also calls out the bearers of what attempt to pass as more benignly or virtuously transformative solutions. Liberal managerialists or global revolutionaries offer little more than other definers and exploiters of the future to model the thought of ever giving up vast power. And in the meantime, of course, they pull focus from alternative worldly experiences. Groveâs âproteanâ politics thus instead positions itself outside the conventionally âpoliticalâ in magnetising to a âcomplexity of human and nonhuman assemblages [that] alters the expected provocateurs as well as tacticsâ (pp. 258-259). Without insisting that âthe world slow downâ, a savage ecologist cultivates responsiveness to what shifts or what mutates, what surges or what melts, what coalesces, and that at any rate, animately or inanimately, has âlife of its ownâ (pp. 230; 264). She adventures âweird[ly]â and âcreative[ly]â with the things of the world to âunblock certain flows corralled by the arborescent strategies of fortress state craftâ (pp. 17; 230).
A âplanetary struggle for homogenizationâ (p. 50) will have been no politics, and no struggle, if it always decides for whatever the Eurocene has âbuilt backâ itself. Yet notwithstanding Groveâs impatience with giving âpolitics as usualâ any more time of day, I am curious when it comes to whether the savage ecologist really does best in walling off the part of lifeâs tableau that overlaps consensus reality. For instance, consider the âabilityâ heard by Donna Haraway (2016) in âresponsibilityâ as it bears on engaging forgotten others. Is it definitely not the case that intonations like this, response-ability, ever come to brush souls with the very aligners of the world? Do none ever catch sight of others rooms, as it were, in the rooms where they are? Are there no secret savage ecologists, out of place, maybe unaware, and passing over and over again into silence? To be sure, Groveâs own bearing, operating deep within and yet simultaneously beyond International Relations (IR) theory, should probably not be imagined to be without counterpart in other professional realms.
After a sequence on the âGreat Homogenizationâ (pp. 33-110), as engendered in the bookâs judgment by the Eurocene, and before a third part titled âMust We Persist to Continue?â (pp. 227-272), Savage Ecologyâs middle chapters file investigations into a trio of âOperational Spacesâ (pp. 111-189): (1) killer materials spread by security forces, repurposed in motlier ways by insurgents (âBombsâ); (2) varicosed circulations of blood feeding a politics of racial hierarchy (âBloodâ); and (3) the problematique of neuroplasticity for a coming neuropolitics (âBrainsâ). To go over just the first, we have the stylishly volatile âmatterâ of Groveâs âBombsâ chapter: the Improvised Explosive Device (IED). Knocked together using âweapons left behindâ and a âdeluge of electronic waste shipped, dumped, and smuggled throughout the Global Southâ (p. 130), the weapon that re-wilds the masterâs tools speaks for âthingsâ whose intimacy with the system can be one of culmination or betrayal. So far as itâs hoped that becoming attentive to things neednât involve reorienting to technology, reflection on the IED offers an occasion to note that the dimensions of this issue could presently be said to have unworked its own tensions. A collapsed relation between means and ends in view of an apocalyptic endgame: such is, after all, Groveâs new geopolitical thought to craft with the natural and the made without treating either as âunder constructionâ or as âraw materialâ.
A passage late in Savage Ecology aims at embracing all that blasts away the single firing range of experience owing to âelite-driven [âŚ] geopoliticsâ. Yet somehow this vigorous moment isnât everything it could be. Thus, in âApocalypse as a Theory of Changeâ, Grove embeds an epiphanous list of possible becomings, to wit, an Improvised Explosive Linguistic Device (IELD):
Becoming agonistic, becoming active, becoming rage, becoming justice, becoming quiet, becoming still, becoming disobedient, becoming graceful, becoming kind, becoming indifferent, becoming defiant, becoming gentle, becoming sacrifice, becoming fire (as many monks in Vietnam did and at least three individuals in the United States have in the face of the Iraq War), becoming generous, becoming courageous, becoming feral ⌠(p. 230).
A next paragraph says geopolitics cannot be âdisownedâ, only, indeed, âdivertedâ; but marks the channels for this diversion as running toward âarguments, justice, compassion, forgiveness, politics, resistance, grief, art, beauty, the worldâ. It is as if the text, right away, moves to hedge the likes of ferality, disobedience, žą˛Ôťĺžą´Ú´Úąđ°ůąđ˛ÔłŚąđ⌠Indeed, the paragraph at the foot of the page that includes Groveâs âIELDâ (not his term) soon also refuses rage among the âpractices, bodily dispositions, emotionsâ appropriate if one wants to âexternalize or banish the Euroceneâ. Do such selections begin to set up a nominally gentler matrix for history rather, in fact, than hold moments open to events and arrangements happening unprogressively on their own time?
This seems plausibly to be so. In step with William Connolly, Grove asks explicitly for âcareâ in welcoming the unheard, unthought, and warding off âindifference to the cutting edges of change that can be violent and dismissiveâ (p. 266). Yet consequences arise from his employment, again via Connolly, of the theorist-as-âseerâ (e.g., p. 239). Thinking on what it would be to become or to encounter such an insistent shepherd of re-beginnings, and leaning in to becomingâs many-many-sidedness, wouldnât the trans-political seer be a character occupying intensely paradoxical moments? That Euro-American refinements and globalisations of violence are vulnerable to being described as careless and oblivious to care does not make the opposing quality the calling card of A-list seers. My mind runs to a poem of Alice Notleyâs that operates the shamanic genre of a healing ceremony: âI donât care about you. I do it for the joy of itâ (2016, p. 104).
âBecomingâ itself isnât above critique. What describes the seerâs refashioning of command if not that she, indeed, models paradox, but also teaches that if being forks-and-forks-and-forks this only truly divides possibilities if the direction and very condition of flow is part of what gets unmade in the passage? Hence, the atom bomb, styled by Sloterdijk as itself a sort of oracle, âthe only Buddha that Western reason could understandâ, he pictures as possessing, among its other qualities, âinfiniteâ âcalmâ and âironyâ. It resides inside of time but also outside it as an âextreme objectification of the spirit of powerâ (1987; p. 130). Groveâs seer, âfortune-tellerâ, supposedly isnât in the business of patching back through to teleology: she deals in âincipient possibilities, not catastrophic certaintiesâ (p. 264). All the same, âbecomingâ as a keyword seduces minds to devise a pattern for timeâs energies as if one had defined their conditions. This is almost to say that to unite oneâs affirmations around it is âbecoming boringâ.
And what if the seer is blind, or doesnât only look? Typical of traditional understandings of the senses, Grove emphasises â[looking and listening] for the incipientâ, and also incorporates touchâin recommending, for instance, â[allowing] yourself to be touched rather than always touchingâ (pp. 253, 270). As unsurprisingly, he says less, especially positively, about smell and tasteâbut for a few citations envisioning that a species â[smells its] extinctionâ, or that the colonialist secures himself a spot to âenjoy the smell of his own shitâ; or where, regarding neurochemical interventions, Grove quips that âonce mythical muses may soon be swallowed or inhaledâ (pp. 186, 198, 167). A savage ecologist may have to anticipate a period of reflection not only on the sufficiency of her eyes and ears but also on âsensationâ as a concept with its own weightedness, history, and limits.
A question of whether Groveâs use of âsensationâ is sufficient to itself, or for that matter to all the ways in which people receive ideas, and gauge the weight of what they manage to sense, closes in again on the relation of savage ecological practice to that play of interior images whose practical embodiment is poetry. Grove matches the contemporary considerations of poets in mourning the murders and starvations of languages of recent centuries. At the same time, the official course of his argument gives verbal languages wide berth on account of their exclusivity within the possibilities of the âcorporealâ (p. 258). But languagesâby their revisionings, veerings-off, their frail vibrationsâare complicit not only in death-dealing unifications and expulsions but also in methods for introducing lightness, fluidity, life. Thus, for instance, Ta-Nehisi Coates, in a quoted passage, calls for âactions over statesâ, âstruggle over hopeâ, but also âverbs over nounsâ (p. 17). What if, regarding this, one should remix Grove with IR writers who sense âbeyond the catastrophe of our times [âŚ] a more poetic subjectivityâ (Evans and Reid 2014, p. 203)?
Savage Ecology in fact opens onto a Walt Whitman poemââAs I Sat Alone by Blue Ontarioâs Shoresââwhich, into the folds of âyou and meâ, names, among others, âpower, weaponsâ, âlies, theftsâ, âwarâ, âAmericaâ, âNatural and artificialâ, but also âFreedom, language, poems, employmentsâ. Later linking Whitman to Kerouac and Ginsbergâand he could have named Gregory Corso, and his âBOMBâ (1960)âGrove illustrates inheritances of form generally with poetic âprocreationâ (p. 262). He offers early on that âWe can study airports, poetry, endurance races, borders, bombs, plastic, and warfare, and find them all in the worldâ (p. 27); not to mention that, throughout, the written prose of Savage Ecology itself is metaphoric, characterful, honest. Might its author, then, have oriented more evenly among thingly and oral particularsâif not toward a âpoetic subjectivityâ, toward a selectivity without prejudice, a response-ability, in the passing of any resonance? âin the object world, okay, but also in the voices, or better, tongues, that try to speak the world of things.
Nowhere even does Grove decipher the particular thought-shape of his bookâs title, which thus awaits readers like a puzzle in relating destructuring and aliveness. So, if one might try puzzling it out: Might âsavage ecologyâ be the script stuck to by that species whose performance of a self-centred cosmos begins chewing the scenery? Does it name a world of dangerous things as well as what Eurocene-tric humans had denied about nature? âthe IED become Gaia, or Gaia as the ultimate in improvisatory explosiveness. Zooming in, the charged word âsavageâ relates to the âwildâ, out of the Latin, silvaticus: âof the woodsâ. Savage ecology, then, goes to forest ecology, and so a certain combined de-territorialisation and re-territorialisation. To be sure, when Grove refers to arborescent strategies of fortress state craft, itâs practically to juxtapose managed and legible to other more labyrinthine tree-scapes.
Thus, the metaphorics themselves already regrow a thicket of non-knowingâwhere discovering new details, or finding out whatâs happening, can be matters of bodily or imaginative migration and not of gaining a security clearance or deferring to an expert. âEcologyâ, for its part in this, stems from the Ancient Greek, oikos˛š˛ÔťĺĚýlogos. Former term binding to the household, the latter to a putatively unifying discourse, a savage ecology, besides, then, being a forest ecology, is also a savageâa˛ő violent, yet also as forest-likeâdiscourse on the home as well, indeed, as a discourse on the home as the forest, and it could even indicate an orderly forest household. Grove does discuss oikos as common core of âecologyâ and âeconomicsâ (pp. 121, 131). Yet a missed reflection via logos would go to a surplus vibrancy and unsurpassable fragility of that which formats a household but never solves for its own polemicism. The expression âSavage Ecologyâ, hence, certainly itself lends to explosions of thought that themselves teem with (de)composition.
Despite the woodsy title, when offering readers a lived-in feel for âincipienceâ Groveâs exemplary landscape isnât the forestâor the âgroveââbut a different scene of ignorance before excessive beyonds: the shore. Via Foucault, weâre asked to anticipate modern âhumanityâ âerased like a face drawn in sandâ (p. 186). Later, before probing whether the sandprint âirreversibly alters the pattern on the beachâ, Grove evokes an âessential experienceâ marking humans as bearers of âthingnessâ. âTryâ, he poses, âgiving up and allowing the cross-current of the ocean to drag you down shoreâ (pp. 270-271). âMaybe thereâll be no irreversible human alteration, regardless the over-representations of the Eurocene. And yet, even as certain ends of the world are arriving, embodied and poetic gestures can go on energising, encapsulating, and prolonging new intricacies and successions. To be sure, Groveâs argument having already put the âemergenceâ in âemergencyâ, a kaleidoscope of temporalities may already be felt to await transcription at the tips, and beyond the idea, of our senses. Thus, has the body buoyed by waves tired itself, or is it calming itself, in desiring to convey something else to other islands of experience? As Grove concludes in his own voice before pressing play on his postvision: âI am experimenting with the role of the seer in order to push further into the metaphysical fallout of cosmic fragilityâ (p. 280).
Grove writes of an âacademy of refugeâ, a discipline of âdeviantsâ (pp. 26-27). To this army of the Euro-unseen, Savage Ecology offers an immersive initiation: a book desirous that what Notley in her ceremony calls the âmachine I must be part of, causing planetary deathâ be morphed ˛š˛ÔťĺĚýmaterialised into a school of life through the act of reading (2016, p. 110). With sources ranging from pop culture to military manuals via Mearsheimer and DeleuzeGuattari, the book lives large even in dreaming of lying low. A decision to sign-offâbelow the remark about âmetaphysical falloutââwith a call to â#DIFFERENTIATE #SPECIATEâ could, like priority lanes for âcareâ or âbecomingâ, be deemed over-doctrinal (p. 280). But such an expressionâdoubling, multiplying, as a mission statement and as a plea or epiphanyâcould as well resemble a movement of transforming-becoming. Landing readers in a thoughtscape designed for the rolling aftermath rather than in decisional anticipation of military and economic geostrategiesâa scene in which expectations of the worst arenât met by projects and projections of global betterment but by glimmers of â[lives] worth repeatingâ in the transpiring struggle (pp. 26-27)âGrove conspires to elevate the output of IR theory, and, more than anything else, its passion.
Savage Ecology: War and geopolitics at the end of the world by Jairus V. Grove. Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 2019, 368pp. ISBN: 978-1-4780-0484-4
For more about this book, read Michael Murphyâs to this book-review section.
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