the Ecogothic

“Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little ’prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.”
— Charles Dickens, Bleak House, 1883

Sentient Landscapes….

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Restless moors. Brooding fogs. Eerie twilights.

While nature can awe, heal and give us a sense of grounding in the world, it can also unsettle us.

Even terrify or horrify us.

Haunted forests. Enraged storms. Desecrated rivers…

Ecogothic landscapes refuse to act as a mere backdrop to human action. Rather, they are landscapes filled with other-than-human entities… manifestations… and presences.

In these landscapes, humans cannot comfortably assume they are the most important species, standing above the rest of nature as a superior life form.

© Hilary Scharper


 

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