Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Selway Bitterroot Wilderness, Idaho             

If I were to define myself with a six-syllable insult to English, I would not choose the handle invented forty years ago by some well-meaning activists who knew nothing about poetry or the fact that people are story-based critters who hate to be bored with silly words. This modern noun “Environmentalist” has been so misused and abused that there is nothing left of it anymore except for the warm and fuzzy Earth Day banner it has become, whipping north and south like a wet noodle, right and left, whichever way the foundation-money winds happen to be blowing that day.
            If I were to choose a ten second phrase to define my concern for the Land, I’d choose the handle that Montana writer Rick Bass’ gave himself. I’d call myself a “human fuckin’ being”.

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