at large – 32.202

week 32 of at large newsletter – playlist week 202

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Dancers embody the personhood of the Great Salt Lake in “What a (Lake) Body Can Be”

by genevieve vahl

In early May, the downtown City Library hosted a short film titled “What a (Lake) Body Can Be” by local filmmaker Sarah Woodbury, followed by a panel discussion addressing the perils of the Great Salt Lake through the lens of the lake’s personhood – reimagining the lake as an animate being deserving of rights just as much as humans. 

At the intersection of art, science and spirituality, the film followed two dancers who personified the lake and a shorebird, Wilson’s phalarope, using the personhood of the beings to inform how solutions can be created. Looking at how if we applied the same rights granted to humans to beings like the Great Salt Lake, we could make the changes necessary to save it.

Woodbury is an Earth-based, multidisciplinary artist and facilitator using performing arts, creative writing and listening to the land to guide her practice. She is a socio-ecology student at Utah State University researching land relations on the Bear River. The film opened with her original poetry as the only narration of the piece, using “she” pronouns when referring to the lake, continuing that personification.     

“Myself and the two dancers, we approached the lake for consent and for conversations,” Woodbury said. “It was important to us that we engage with this being with a lot of respect and as a being with agency and did not assume to speak for the lake.” 

Bringing autonomy to what is often considered a resource to be taken from, rather than a reciprocal relationship to be upheld like our human connections. 

“When you refer to your relationship to a body of water, it is exactly the same as your relationship to your friends or family members, and that has as much right as anybody else,” Darren Parry said, a storyteller and former chairman of the northwestern band of the Shoshone Nation who currently teaches Native American history at Utah State University. “Nature has a spirit.”

“I think just by asking what our relationship is to the lake, and even acknowledging that there is a relationship, is so important,” said Chandler Rosenburg, the cofounder of Utah Food Coalition and Save Our Great Salt Lake. “Not asking that question is what got us here in the first place.” 

The dancer representing the lake, dressed in cool colors like purple, blue and turquoise with glitter streaks running down like tears, gracefully worked with the Wilson’s phalarope dancer, who wore a mask of the bird’s head. They danced in balance with one another on the shores of the Great Salt Lake, white caps rolling behind, textures of the water-affected sand looking like aerial topography from bird flying overhead. Tugging and pulling, one supporting the other in a backbend, cradling each other. Conveying their ecological dependence on one another. 

Wilson’s phalarope is a shorebird that migrates between a sister saline lake in Argentina – Laguna Mar Chiquita – and the Great Salt Lake, relying on brine shrimp to support its livelihood that is now at risk as the Great Salt Lake’s salinity levels are surpassing livable conditions for these essential crustaceans. 

“This past fall, we actually crossed the threshold for brine shrimp, which is 18 percent salinity. We were at about 19 percent,” Janice Gardner said, an ecologist for the Sage Land Collaborative and wildlife biologist with experience in conservation management of natural resources. “To hear reports that we crossed this threshold was so eerie.” 

Eerie too is the extractive industry surrounding the lake. The camera flashed between the natural beauty of the lake sitting at the foot of the mountains while factories and smokestacks linger there too. Spotlighting the irony of industry killing this ecologically unique nature in its billowing fog. 

Like the codependence between the Wilson’s phalarope and the Great Salt Lake, we humans too have a reciprocal dependence with nature. 

“The interconnectedness between us, our health, is the same as the health of the ecosystem,” Rosenburg said.  

“It’s interesting to conceptualize ourselves as separate from more than humans around us,” Woodbury said. “We are truly dependent on these systems for our own health as well.”  

A sense of sorrow overcame the tone of the film as the demise of the two beings became apparent in their body language, separating from their indelible connection. The phalarope now on the ground, camera flashing from dancer to an actual skeleton of a dead bird on the shore. 

This discussion comes at a time when the Great Salt Lake is at its most perilous, where these conversations are almost too late, but not quite. Happening just in time to avoid the outcome of Lake Owens, a saline lake that dried up in California that has since become the source of the nation’s worst dust pollution. Exactly what could – but need not – become of Salt Lake. 

“When you look at the data, we are exactly where we were at in 2021,” said Carter Williams. Even with Utah’s record breaking snowfall last winter, “We dropped so much over the last two years that one incredible winter only got us back to where we were.” 

Williams, a reporter for ksl.com and working with the Great Salt Lake Collaborative, likes to think of the lake shrinking as a barometer of where we are as a greater society.  

“The Great Salt Lake hasn’t declined because of this current drought. It’s declined because of the mega drought,” Williams said. “It’s declined because of the consumption in Utah that takes water away from the lake. The lake is a very important piece of knowing where we’re currently at and what the state of the environment is here in the West and Utah.”

He cites a researcher from Utah State University, saying we’re already using 30 percent more water than we should be. Meaning that even with a normal snowpack this coming winter, we would still see a decline in the lake levels, needing at least 130 percent or more to see gains. 

Rosenburg goes on to talk about how 80 percent of our water goes to agriculture, and most of that agriculture does not even stay in Utah. 

“I would love to see an understanding that we live in a desert,” Rosenberg said, “that we have limited water and it’s time to get serious about making decisions to live within our means.” 

The panel unanimously agreed that collaboration and inclusion of a broad spectrum of perspectives is essential for finding lasting solutions. 

“But you know who was not invited to the table? Indigenous people,” Parry said. “What if they had been given a seat at the table 100 years ago and they incorporated this Indigenous thought, Indigenous way of looking at the environment, into what the states wanted to do?”

“This isn’t a partisan issue anymore. This is bipartisan at this point,” Williams said. “When you leave people out and you aren’t being collaborative, you’re potentially leaving the answer out.” 

The event is an example in and of itself of how collaboration across disciplines can concoct solutions from various perspectives, offering ideas considering different identities that would otherwise be neglected if left up to one entity, one perspective, to decide.  

“The conversation becomes really empty really quickly when we are speaking just from one perspective when there’s such deep systems of knowledge and interaction and balance that we can learn from,” Woodbury said. 

“When you assume that scientific knowledge is superior to Indigenous wisdom, you make collaboration impossible,” Parry said.

Skeletons of birds and smokestacks billowing can be something of the past. Brine shrimp can thrive again in higher water levels. Wilson’s phalaropes can continue their evolutionary stopping grounds here. 

“I envision a flourishing lake able to support the relationships that she has agreed to support. I envision glimmering, full waters and birds that are abundant,” Woodbury said. “I envision alongside that more abundant human culture as well because it all reflects each other.” 

Beyond its years

World War II Belarus and one young boy’s fight against the Nazis in Come and See

by genevieve vahl

An anti-war film from 1985 Soviet Union, now streaming on Criterion Collection since its 2020 US release, Come and See is beyond its time. Although reflecting on Russia’s victory against the Nazis, this film eschews patriotism to bring attention to the victory’s terrible costs. Showing a more niche lens of World War II – the Byelorussian (now Belarus) civilian effort to resist the Nazis. The partisan fighters given nothing more than wool suits and rifles dug up from abandoned trenches to defend. Not unlike the Ukranian civilian fighters risking their lives fighting against the Russian occupation. Yet Russia was the savior in WWII, where today, they are far from it. The new recruit, our protagonist, 14-year-old Flyora, played by Aleksei Kravchenko, is another young boy sent off to serve his country to be quickly awakened into horror beyond fathom. 

The Soviet Union fell in 1989 mind you, so this film was created in the throes of communist control. It faced eight years of Soviet censorship when filming started in 1977 before being produced in its entirety. Directed by Elem Klimov, he entwined irony and horror, adding a dark, Soviet satire to the bleak reality war wrought on towns that barely had much before having to sacrifice their livelihoods to the Nazis. It is gut wrenching to watch the townspeople think they could be spared by offering their subservience to the Nazis. But anyone off methamphetamines and brainwashed by eugenics spares no one, no matter the precious spread of food they are offered. Klimov wrote the script with a man named Ales Adamovich, who was 10 when he and his family were evacuated from Stalingrad and became a partisan fighter himself. Adamovich’s insight bases a fictional story on a reality so outrageous it would seem unbelievable if made up in a writers’ room, but it was his reality… 

Dedication is something this movie did not skimp – from the actors’ facial contortions to the lengths gone to make a point. Both of these poignant in an early scene, when Soviet commanders, the head named Kosach played by Liubomiras Laucevicius, came to retrieve Flyora to join the resistance. Young Flyora, was enthusiastic, proud to be representing his country. The camera often took the perspective of who the character speaking would be in conversation with. In this scene, the camera toggles perspectives between watching Flyora salute with a stupid grin wiped across his face – bastardizing his innocence – and his mother, sobbing with snot dripping, face beet red, heaving in fear for her young son’s life she knows will never be the same even if given the chance beyond his youth. The facial acting foiled the differing attitudes on the resistance to create an expressionist nightmare out of the disturbing reality these people faced. 

Flyora seemed the only man of the house – potentially having already lost their father and husband to the resistance. Making his mother’s pleas to stay seem even more desperate, knowing she will have to fend for herself and two young, identical twin daughters as the winter and Nazis surely approached. It was already scarce living before the war, subsisting off bread, milk and each family’s cherished piece of livestock. Then add the threat of the Nazis and death and it is painful to witness families’ lifetime of work set aflame in an instant of pillaging escapades. A title card as the film reel ended read the Nazis destroyed 628 villages in total and all the people in them, bringing into focus the grandeur scale of our one isolated setting. Hundreds more of this similar demise in Belarus alone, much less across all of Europe during this time. 

While Kosach gathers Flyora, mother wailing, young sisters idling in confusion on the bed, he thinks to “lighten the mood” by clowning around, honking his nose, making faces at the young girls. But stepping out of the plot, this is another moment of intense dedication to the making of this film: when one of the twin girls actually starts crying from what she is seeing off camera. In the plot, it is in response to the unfamiliar giant man making stupid expressions that he thinks small children would find funny. But in reality, it is someone off camera making an actual child cry by something intentionally set to scare them. An admittedly effective emotional display that would probably not fly in ethics today – the ‘80s at its finest. 

At points, we get lost in blossoming coming of age moments between Flyora and a girl as they frolic through the forest, imbuing a fairytale aura that allows us to forget we are being hunted for a scene. Flyora meets Glasha, played by Olga Mironova – a young nurse partisan – and together they peel away from his squadron in pursuit of returning to his ill-fated family he realized he abandoned. We look deep into each of their eyes, breaking a wall to enter the youthful romance, smiling, giggling, amongst the damp spruce of the Byelorussian taiga – subarctic boreal forests – almost feeling those butterflies in their stomachs during a precious moment of intimacy new to their youth. Damp and humid yet frigid long before the snow even flies, the cold is enough of a nightmare to me, much less during war time. But the swooning and innocence eventually combusts when Nazi bombs drop, flattening swaths of trees (another moment of the brash ‘80s), black dirt flying in clouds, deafening our auditory experience with Flyora‘s. 

The sound engineering from the bomb scene is similar to that in Sound of Metal with Riz Ahmed who plays a stubborn metal-head musician named Ruben who goes deaf from playing music so uninhibited. As well as episode 6 in the new Dahmer drama series on Netflix, with Tony, a deaf suitor Dahmer becomes especially connected to. All three bring viewers into the characters’ heads, experiencing hearing loss with the character, getting a visceral understanding of what bombs dropping around you, playing metal music too loud or how dancing at a club deaf can feel like on an internal level. Our hearing dulled, muted, muffled, mouths moving without sound to accompany, as if in a vacuum but really on the battlefield, concert stage, dance floor. Offering us viewers a simulated lived experience while watching.

The closing scenes with Flyora, now covered in soot, hay, face caked in dust, blonde hair now a dishwater mess, comes full circle when a new recruit joins the line of defense with a pep in his little step once seen in our Flyora. From optimistic new recruit to seasoned war soldier, we watched Flyora as a foreshadow to this new little man’s fate to come. Come and See goes beyond screening Nazi atrocity, looking at a young boy grapple with coming of age in a time he is forced to be a man far beyond his years.