Megan Stypulkoski

Ramblings

     I’m well aware that, at this stage in my career, this website has very little traffic. The art I make and the books I read are my world, however, and that is more than enough justification I need to write out the rambling thoughts I have.

      As someone who spends the majority of her waking hours lost in thought, I find it necessary to cement my mind’s abstractions in some way. Only when one can write clearly on a matter does one fully understand that matter, and that is why I need this outlet – so I can meld the things I learn and the thoughts I have together, but with clarity and precision.

      It is my intention for this to be a place for serious thought. If you know me, you probably know how important sense of humor is to me. I have lost far too much time to depression and anxious thinking to believe that we need to be serious all of the time. Yet, there is no denying that the world is sodden with cruelty and that countless lives have been spent in desolation and suffering. We all know this, and it seems we are reminded of it everywhere we look. Cruelty is an inevitable part of human nature, but that is never an excuse to stop striving for a better world. Improving our planet is no easy task; We must constantly educate ourselves and engage in productive rhetoric if we wish to see change.

      With all of that said, it is here where I will supplement my whimsical writing of herbs and vegetables with the heavy-handed writing. Agriculture has a rich history of heirloom varieties, self-sustenance, and summertime meditations. Yet far more prominent are its associations with slavery, serfdom, and soil exhaustion. Industrial agriculture is a curse that scourges the laborers who toil away for meager wages, the animals whose entire confined lives are spent wallowing in excrement, and the wild squashes and sunflowers who are slipping into the cracks of genetic erosion.

      Food has always been inseparable from politics. Monocultures have always existed, running the soil barren until famine inevitably strikes. Now, these issues are compounded with the heavy use of chemical pesticides and fertilizers that poison our waterways, our soil, and our children. Mechanization has exacerbated the habitat loss and fragmentation caused by farming,  proving to be a death sentence for our planet’s astounding biodiversity.

     Under my whit and sarcasm, my heart is always heavy with thoughts of those victimized by industrialized agriculture – human, animal, and plant alike.