From the Book of Voices: an interview with Hunter S. Thompson

2009-06-25T11:39:00Z

I am volunteering as a translator at the UN for an NGO that gives a voice to (withdrawn) indigenous peoples around the world. The only indigenous peoples that need translations from and to Russian come from various places in Siberia and the Arctic circle. Their papers are full of winter, just like the American Snowman. At the gravest risk of bringing something serious onto the Philolexian blog, I will nonetheless post this Resolution involving reindeer, snow and similar natural disasters.

Eighth Session of the UN Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues

21 May 2009

Item 5 Half-day Discussion about the Arctic

Irina Kurilova - Council of the Yukagir Elders, Russia

Esteemed Forum participants!

I am from Russia. I represent one of the smallest-numbering peoples of the Arctic: the Yukagirs. Only 1,500 of us remain. I was sent here by the Council of the Elders of the Yukagir people in order to speak before such a high Forum about the problems that trouble my small people.

In different regions of the world the process of climate change has different effects. In the opinion of certain experts climate change will be beneficial for Russia. And in parts of Siberia it will be as warm as in the Tropics. But for Indigenous peoples this will have far-ranging consequences. One of the main threats is the change in river flow patterns. The majority of settlements in the North today are located on the shores of river. In recent years there has been a sharp increase in the magnitude of spring freshets (a kind of flash flood); floods have become more common; processes of shore erosion, which cause grave disasters for the population, have accelerated. Already today the questions stands whether to close or relocate certain settlements. Thus, for example, there is the question of closing down my own village-township - the place of collective habitation of my people, the Yukagirs. And the closing of our settlement holds the threat of the disappearance of my people. Also there are new dangers besides the large material losses caused by the flooding: there is the possibility of washout of animal graveyards holding the remains of livestock that has died of Anthrax over the course of many years, as well as of the ancient graveyard with the remains of people who have perished in epidemics of plague and smallpox.

A serious effect is had by climate change on traditional forms of husbandry of the Indigenous peoples: reindeer herding, fishing, hunting and hunting-related trades. Due to massive snowfalls a thicker covering of snow forms, making it difficult for reindeer to graze. With changing water patterns the times of summer and autumn fish migrations are disturbed, changes occur in the types and quantities of fish; with the thawing of soil frosts some fish lakes "go"; due to late ice formation the time for ice-fishing is sometimes missed. Due to changing routes and times of migrations of caribou, geese, ducks, many hunters are left without their quarry. There is a growing threat to the lives of many hunters, who ride out to the hunt without waiting for sufficient ice thickness. The number of accidents among hunters has increased. But these are only a few of the problems connected with climate change. In actuality the problems are far more numerous.

Here then are my proposals to the Permanent Forum. Because:

1. Natural disasters (hurricanes, floods, storms, droughts, etc.) yearly acquire an ever more catastrophic nature, some countries already no longer able to address these problems on their own;

2. Questions arise of relocating within only a few years from now of the populations not only of settlements but already of entire regions and even of countries (the Seychelles, the Maldives, and others);

3. Climate change leads to the loss of traditional lands and change in the lifestyle of many representatives of Indigenous peoples.

I propose to raise the question:

1. About the creation of a global foundation for minimizing the consequences of and the adaptation of nations to climate change;

2. About the full participation of Indigenous peoples in international discussions and decision-making concerning issues connected with global climate change;

3. To address countries about acknowledging the fact of climate change and the instituting of national programs for diminishing the consequences of and the adaptation of peoples to changes in the climate.

Finding a solution for problems associated with climate change is a question of the fate of Indigenous peoples, a question of their life or death. Thank you!

1. "I have a pickle, and It is taking me out to lunch."

This is the shape of things to come.

2. A Dreamt Dreamt, Dlast Drusday:

My military boot camp obstacle course filled with climbing, jumping, and rappelling ended with a fancy cook off where I had to cook off stuffed paratha. I stuffed them with potatoes, cauliflower, and eggplant, winning the competition by a delicious landslide. Balloon Boy By Philip Glass
By Edward A. Rueda, CC'05, with Everett Patterson, CC'06


	First Rictus		Second Rictus

	Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying First a rumor Then a picture Glimpse of sliver Strange and silver Slowly turning Is it burning? There’s a child stuck inside it. First a rumor Then a picture Glimpse of sliver Strange and silver Slowly turning Is it burning? There’s a child stuck inside it. First no one could believe it Then no one couldn’t believe it How could we know That there was not a child stuck in a balloon? First no one could believe it Then no one couldn’t believe it How could we know That there was not a child stuck inside it? Ft. Collins boy missing Six-year-old boy missing Ft. Collins boy missing Six-year-old boy missing White little boy missing Six-year-old boy missing White little boy missing Gone in balloon? Gone in balloon missing Boy in balloon missing Gone in balloon missing Boy in balloon missing Gone in balloon missing Boy in balloon missing Gone in balloon missing Wait, there’s footage? Look at the live footage Latest balloon footage Look at the live footage Latest balloon footage Look at the live footage Latest balloon footage Look at the live footage He’s gonna die? Boy in balloon to die Lack of oxygen Boy in balloon to die Lack of oxygen Boy in balloon to die Lack of oxygen Boy in balloon to die He’s gonna crash? Boy in balloon falling Clear the airspace Boy in balloon falling Clear the airspace Boy in balloon falling Clear the airspace Boy in balloon falling – Wait, it’s empty? (pause) I am a news channel I need a dead child I am a news channel I need a dead child I am a news channel I need a dead child I am a news channel Who is to blame? Is this a hoax? Answer the charges Is this a hoax? Answer the charges Is this a hoax? Answer the charges Is this a hoax? All for a show? Lock up the family How could you do this t’us? Lock up the family How could you do this t’us? Lock up the family How could you do this t’us? Lock up the family How could you do this t’us? (pause) (pause) My dear boy Falcon, as I go to pris’n You may be asking why this has aris’n. As ancient Egypt once built pyr’mids tall, So media cov’rage dulls Obscurity’s pall. As carv’d ob’lisks praised Pharaoh in Thebes, Our nation dwell’d upon your cur’ous deeds You scarr’d our psyches as a Great Obsess’n ’Midst two wars and rav’nous Great Recess’n And should you live to ripe old Nin’ty-Fo’r Th’ nation shall proclaim yo’r name once mor’ I see your Times obit, stark bl’ck and gray: “Th’ boy in th’ balloon has died today.” So view Jon’Kate and Octomom as kin, Go pursue fame and help our fam’ly win. (pause) First no one could believe it Then no one couldn’t believe it How could know that there was Not a child stuck inside a -		Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Balloon boy’s flying Rumor, rumor Rumor, rumor Rumor, rumor Rumor, rumor Rumor, rumor Rumor, rumor Rumor, rumor Rumor, rumor Stranger, stranger Stranger, stranger Stranger, stranger Stranger, stranger Stranger, stranger Stranger, stranger Stranger, stranger Stranger, stranger Picture, picture Picture, picture Picture, picture Picture, picture Picture, picture Picture, picture Picture, picture Picture, picture Danger, danger Danger, danger Danger, danger Danger, danger Danger, danger Danger, danger Danger, danger Danger, danger Worst fear, worst fear Worst fear, worst fear Worst fear, worst fear Worst fear, worst fear Worst fear, worst fear Worst fear, worst fear Worst fear, worst fear Worst fear, worst fear Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Not true, not true, not true, not true Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Outrage, outrage, outrage, outrage Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat Scapegoat, scapegoat, scapegoat BARF! 1, 2, 3 hours 4, 5, 6 hours 7, 8, 9, 10, ’leven, 12 hours’ coverage 13, 14, 15 hours, 16, 17, 18 hours 19, 20, 21, 22 hours’ coverage 23, 24, 25 hours, 26, 27, 28 hours, 29, 30, 31, 32 hours’ coverage 33, 34, 35 hours, 36, 37, 38 hours, 39, 40, 41, 42 hours’ coverage 43, 44, 45 hours 46, 47, 48 hours 49, 50, 51, 52 hours’ coverage 53, 54, 55 hours 56, 57, 58 hours 59, 60, 61, 62 hours’ coverage. First no one could believe it Then no one couldn’t believe it How could know that there was Not a child stuck inside a -

[Currently the wife of the late Hunter S. Thompson, Anita T in Latin. She has given me some of her husband's books. Story of Balaam comes from the Midrash. I think]

And in order to be fair the Lord G-d sent one prophet also unto the gentiles. And Balaam was his name. And the prophet Balaam was a wicked man and his prophecies always came to him at night and only after he did unspeakable things with his white donkey.
- I do wonder sometimes... Am I perceived as sme kind of crazy drug addict?
- Chances are you are not perceived as much of anything at all.
- You are a Quiet Type.
- But still. Suppose they do.
- Perceive.
- Notice.
- Suppose Hunter had noticed. If... If I was 34 ten years ago, not in ten years.
- If. But let's suppose.
- What do you want to show me. What do I have to notice/see?
- That reading is not a wholesome alternative to smack.
- Heroin you mean. Don't foul your pages with strong-seeming words.
- But I am sick of decent, tended meanings.
- The strong words won't be any more attractive than strong breath? Fool enough to court an empty vestige of a brutal manhood such as that?
- There is no way out of the labyrinth of reading. There is no way out of the multiverse of words.
- All depends on how you view it, I suppose.
- Your trip to Vegas turned to loathing of itself. You switch to harder drugs in REACTION. To more thorough madness in the external, materially sober world.
- The stone-cold sober world of matter run by an allegedly sober god.
- Is that the moral? Men drink and fill themselves with rancid toxins because the world itself is drunk unto white fever and hallucination and only with a mind unhinged a man can... understand. Begin to understand. The trip?
- And the much-used white ass of Balaam is the same undying snow-white talking donkey which the Messiah the last son of the House of David will ride into Jerusalem one day.
- Suppose the moral is easier than that. Suppose the moral is that there is no Search. No uppercase ideas. We rode into town packing more drogs per square inch of our flesh than the richest and the most desperate (NOT the same individuals, believe you me) junkies anywhere in out and within shooting range of sight. Suppose my moral is that those who seek the Right with a capital letter have already lost their way and those who seek the Dream also with a capital letter for their pains have only until the end of their drug high to keep dreaming. High's over and bam! back in the world of pushers and graspers - not in the intellectual sense of grasping stuff either, oh no. That old sick world of grasping for the needle in another body's arm and oh so what if you do cripple that worthless body and give your own worthless one some horrible blood-poisoning disease. Baby, you'll do it.
- No matter what the drug. Including women.
- Including a ertain way of thinking about women which brings a nice deep hit of a certain speedball brew of pheromones, adrenaline and boyish optimisim into your smart-boy clean-as-kleenex brain.
- Kleenex is not very clean. Ecologically speaking.
- Neither is your brain. Sociologically.
- Well I know my truth when I feel it. And besides. If you were already full of chemicals when entering Las Vegas.
- It is a try at narrating an acid trip.
- The other drugs, who's counting?
- Who can soberly count drugs anyway?
- Considering everybody either hates them or wants them.
- Often both. Retaining either.
- The strangest thing. I could kick a huge cocaine habit but I can't kick the habit of always being late. What do you make of that?

June 20.

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From the Book of Voices: an interview with Hunter S. Thompson