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  •  I've sent about 30 emails to (7+ / 0-)

    my new RW congresspeople.  Not one reply.  Nada.  Not even an acknowledgment.  Toomey and Barletta, in case anyone's interested.
    Not that I expect them to give one whit about the environment.

    Not even the slightest pretense at cooperation, not yet anyway, nor any justification for what they're doing..

    •  The Indians have a good saying for this (12+ / 0-)

      Everywhere the white man touches the earth, she is sore.

      "Say little; do much." (Pirkei Avot: 1:15)

      by hester on Thu Feb 17, 2011 at 04:46:25 AM PST

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      •  Reminds me of work I've read (4+ / 0-)
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        in the anthology - Sisters of the Earth.

        I'm betting you would love it, if you haven't read it already.

        THE MAN
        by Judith McCombs

        See, a small space in the woods,
        green overgrown with green,
        shadows trees brush entangled
        At the edge of the clearing a man
        a white man, middle-aged, aging
        just his face stands out in the dimness
        "dominion over every living thing"
        a hunter's jacket, hunter's cap
        He lifts the spear of his rifle barrel
        with cold, hard, arthritic hands
        16 years on the line, finally made foreman,
        finally inspector, finally retired
        The cold, square, aging jaws of the man
        are barely flushed, a tingle of fear
        or pleasure as he aims

        diagonally across the clearing
        into the black furry mass of the bear
        She sits on her haunches, back to a stump,
        an ancient, massive, dog-nosed brute
        pawing the dogs
        who yap & skitter away
        (My mother's mother, huge in her dress,
        sits in the creek, swatting the water & laughing)
        She is warm, stupid; she smells of bear
        an abundance of flesh, stumpy limbs,
        stone of a head & little pig eyes
        teats where she rears, in the black close fur
        She smells like my mother/my mother's mother
        she does not understand
        she won't get away

        The man with the rifle aiming
        confers with the other shadowy men
        ranging the edge of the clearing
        Each in position: they have agreed
        which one will have her/whose turn it is
        One of them covers the kill

        My mother does not understand
        rears, paws, shakes her head & its wattles of fur
        thinking she's won

        Afterwards the body is hoisted
        "a sack full of lard" on inaccurate scales
        is hung, dressed, weighed on accurate scales
        The skull (unshattered, unhurt) is found eligible
        for Boone & Crockett official measuring
        The head is stuffed & mounted
        safe on the walls
        where every evening he enters, approaches
        fires recoils fires into the small stupid eyes
        "the thrill of a lifetime" my mother

        "I want us to live up to her expectations. I want our democracy to be as good as she imagined it." President Obama

        by Onomastic on Thu Feb 17, 2011 at 09:00:16 AM PST

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        •  That makes me cry--oh no (2+ / 0-)
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          I live in a place where the deer and bear walk through our yard.
          I pray for each one.
          I jinx every hunter.
          Sometimes it seems to work.
          I know there is Nature, determining who should eat whom.
          But I can't stand it.

          •  Nature is the world, the world is nature - (2+ / 0-)
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            marina, CanyonWren

            raindrops iridescent on a spider's web, meadow grasses weaving in the breeze, honey bees heavy with pollen, fish scales in the water, wolf scat on the ravine's trail, bear hair caught in tree bark,  feathers woven in the nest, the trees' exhale we inhale, the our exhale plants inhale. It is a tapestry, a gathering of fur, scale, feather, skin, bark, earth, sky, water. Love and life.

            It is far, far, more than who eats whom.  And no less.

            Please don't cry.


            "I want us to live up to her expectations. I want our democracy to be as good as she imagined it." President Obama

            by Onomastic on Thu Feb 17, 2011 at 10:29:01 AM PST

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