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09/15/12
GETTING READY
Filed under: General
Posted by: @ 9:27 am

Burnt fingers with
smoke-pinched eyes,
my boiling morning coffee
tipping over into my hobo’s fire.

Some days begin better than others.

I return to camp,
and somebody’s made off
with my ice axe, sleeping bag,
and alpine stove.

What is one to do?

There are crooks on Wall Street,
and in the dark inner recesses of Congress,
and now, there are crooks in these mountains
of winding waters and light . . .

So we do our best, together, and alone,
to keep the fire alive,
getting ready:—
for uncertain, leaner times.

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ON PRIMARY PROBLEMS
Filed under: General
Posted by: @ 8:42 am

(i)

If we think of problems as circles, then primary problems
are the widest circles we can think about. They shape
and condition the whole of an era, and necessarily challenge
us with all the unavoidable force of necessity. In the current
era, by far the most central of primary problems, arguably
subsuming in its way both the self-evident Climate Crisis
and the great and present troubled shift to a world-wide
regenerative energy social economy, is the problem of
violence, violence against oneself, against others, and
violence against the living Earth.

(ii) We are only truly together with one another insofar
as we are alive to, and share the same sense of urgency
about, the same set of primary problems.

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THE TIME-LAPSE VISION OF ANGELS
Filed under: General
Posted by: @ 4:52 am

God’s shutter releases, every century, or two.
First, we see pristine forests, mountains, and rivers.
Then, we see a picture of children with fiddles and guitars,
and fat cattle and ranches with fences of neat, shiny, wire.
Next, we see a picture with old broken down trucks
and down fences, with tumble weed and black garbage bags
piling up around the open doors of abandoned houses.
Then, we see again pristine forests, mountains, and rivers.
The shutter releases, every century, or two.

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