by John Kinsella
Graphology Chronotype 24: Fantasias on Veganism (on the thirtieth anniversary of my veganism)
I lift the word cadence but improvisation is Bottesini’s
different calenture, differing application
of eating utensils: one model
this interview with materials used in making an instrument
the tip of a pool cue
all of it concrete
remember those ballet shoes you had made? — non-leather
to dance with the troupe in & out of the wings
or gut of that doubling
I hear and integrate
what to do with, where to go
this Fantastic Voyage via
philosophies adapted to the way
they want to live ‘They’
belonging to philosophies,
not the life story
Not mentioning the craft of insectivore weebills
staying on track between wattles
in a high wind — you’d think they’d be tossed
and buffeted and dashed on the granites
knuckling through this fast-eroding hillside
but no, they are intact complete and don’t need me
and my inherited subjectivity, my wilfulness as they pinpoint
Not mentioning their craft, their particularised
strength to make landfall, line-of-sight
flight to branch on neighbouring wattle
would be to close out web of myth and facts
that might or might not catch all
as full disclosure
and though no person you know eats weebills
there’s autonomy beyond your ken
and walking into the wind —
shirt a tattered flag
without denomination —
is cross-referencing, an experientialism
hunkering down against
the ripping sou’westerlies
(iii) Ontologies Dreamed like the Benzene Molecule — an Address, of Sorts...
So, my ethical veganism becomes your ontological
categorisation to offset your own convenience store
of locality to qualify the ecology you know is right?
Property settlements. Pay-slips.
Factory farm of belief as if it needs to fit your system?
These human dualists drawing animals into the realm
of human compassion, the imposition of separateness!
Flexible templates of locality. The beautiful
hypocrisies of text. Friends and loved ones
will always believe up to a point, or stage
their compassionate interventions. Agency
of each cell is beyond the networks of agriculture,
the grain plains of the Western Australian wheatbelt,
the utility of kangaroo-farming? The factories
of agronomy? See, I can oppose the out-of-kilter
of the plant-based — as much as you can oppose the factories
of animal production and still excuse the use of animals.
Delineating consumerism’s many faces. Threat of nirvana.
Fetish of communication.
The interweaving of predators to tell a story,
to sinew experience as declaration.
No ecology is above what makes it sounds like an instruction.
Am I suggesting this? Am I ecology as definition,
an ontology of pantheism in which animals walk their way
because humans moved away, told stories
of human and animal selves separating and morphing
and separating? Our rhizomes?
Kernels and husks, germs and ears of grain. The plains.
This tree arm, the rings of my tender body shedding.
The space about ‘food’ in the mouth:
light trapped in darkness, pockets and cavities
of air and darkness, the watery universality.
Pure as the driven –ism. Re-
framed as signature terminology. Reference
in any contemporary discussion of veganism.
This infiltration of self. Of self-justification.
Wholly holy ouroboros —
snake eating itself a dream invented to fit
the new mode of living. Here in the West.
and was made
outside product — each fad that means
fewer animals exploited and killed
is good; but we must
be wary of the product
that brings down
the ecosystem, feeds the state
which will eat animal and plant,
vegetable and mineral,
with an insatiable appetite,
shit out the planet.
An example? Palm oil?
Jungles are cleared
for the sake. These vegan snacks
can mean the death of so many individuals
that the term ‘species’ (as in extinction)
is the only collective noun
that is translatable
packaging of planet
will salve only desire:
ontologically or otherwise.
And all product is local
at this point, and that.