The title is misleading, sarcastic. This poem is a response to a talk by some guy called Alex Epstein, who started something called The Human Flourishing Project. Alex believes nonrenewable energy sources are the reason for human flourishing. The rise in population (which he seems to think good because that means humanity is flourishing), health, leisure, convenience, etcetera. In short, Alex thinks we should use more of them. He has evidence. Woah! Really Alex?
I have made Alex seem very stupid, however, the most worrying part of Alex’s existence is that he isn’t stupid. He does not speak emphatically, he is measured, diplomatic & seems to make a cogent point. I find this more difficult to digest than a ranting dinosaur like Trump. You know whether you hate or love a man like Trump, he’s obvious is so many ways. Men like Alex worry me in the same way men like Larry Page concern me. Anyway, I got a poem out of Alex. Beware the sheep in wolf’s clothing.
Human Flourishing Too…such goodness from the bindweed fumes of amor fati, flourishing in/exhaled. No one to say to, nor with, & yet we cannot not say, nor write with no place to write in, or about. This will happen at the end of time with only silence for unnerving amity. Mobile boys mark stuttered patterns in the sound-lines of air. They inherit a neural mastery over the insignificant. The vital, new immortals condense & swarm biblically; seize; climb immortal landfills growing wild as they grow tame under motile digits alive with current. The world melts in a dance of dye. The pollen snouted bee in lazy meadows, hysterical verbiage turns dead matters quick… ‘Quickly, hear the woodland sigh.’ Clusters of midges in a hug of light, & bracken fronds, their bitter scent wafting on winded, angry ratios. Blind-catharsis, stamping barcodes on the underside of leaves, on animal noise. Our most unlovely heavens scapegoated for glass & steel & smoke. These antsy, twitchy noses. Who loves their hunch that promise falls in code, & futures the restless destiny of light-fingered, binary patterns? Once-and-for-all, the perfect virtual dive unmatched in its proliferating go.