Tracking the lyric valuables in the shadow of Lone Cone on Colorado's Western Slope
Saturday, December 31, 2022
Homage to Dave Foreman
Thursday, December 15, 2022
Risqué for a Reason
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer of Placerville (CO) is a wisdom woman who keeps writing educational poems that enlighten, empower and instruct. I found this one particularly useful.
Having been taught the sin of "masturbation" as a young Catholic child, the very word sounded dirty (mass perturbation?). I was bamboozled into thinking that even my "wet dreams" were a violation of the sacred. When in truth, our bodies are sacred and self-love is a natural expression of that sacredness.
If you don't already know this amazing poet-teacher-storyteller, learn more about her HERE
No Longer Empty Handed
after a poet pointed out there are dozens of well-known euphemisms for male masturbation and none for women
How could I not start to think
of circling the black hole,
polishing the pearl,
rubbing the rose bud,
loosening the tight knot,
spreading the soft butter,
frosting the sweet cake,
stirring the soup till it’s hot,
dancing on the vortex,
getting sucked into the eddy,
diving into the deep end.
What does it mean
that we don’t have language
for a woman who pleases herself?
Consider the tectonic shift,
the solitary wiggle,
the single squirm,
the one-handed time warp,
churning the cream
climbing pink mountain,
traveling to the temple,
spinning the dark silk.
No choking chickens,
no spanking monkeys,
no beating meat,
no wanking.
More like swirling the universe,
mining for diamonds,
finding hidden treasure
wading in the whirlpool,
the reason I can’t answer the phone.
Friday, December 9, 2022
Headwaters 33
Gunnison Country elder George Sibley founded the conference 33 years ago as a way to help Western State College (formerly Colorado State Normal School) better collaborate with the community.
His was a big Four Corners vision of community -- including the region and beyond, not just the Town or County of Gunnison. Though that was always a core focus. Particularly as many Western students stayed around, got involved, made itki* their Rocky Mountain home.
Sibley wanted a three-way gathering of liberal minds from the wider region to come together as European-Americans, Estadounidenses hispanos y latinos, and the diverse peoples of Turtle Island we call American Indians, Native Americans, Indigenous.
The intent was to share, cross-fertilize, brainstorm and wrestle with provocative issues, like Frederick Jackson Turner’s declaration of the End of the Frontier. Over the decades, Headwaters has fulfilled that vision, brought to town wonderful speakers from all three of these traditions and given those of us politically minded citizens on the Western Slope a safe haven for radical [Latin> “to the root”] ideas.
But this year was different.
Dr. John [Hausdoerffer] of Western’s Clark Family School of Environment and Sustainability chose not to line up speakers to discuss “Land Back” – the latest political rallying cry for our Indigenous neighbors locally and nationally.
Headwaters dove even deeper into this “trouble,” as ecofeminist philosopher Dr. Donna Haraway would call it (Staying with the Trouble). How do we as American citizens come to terms with our nation’s colonizing past, our imperfect union, and the issue of Indigenous genocide that’s never been reconciled properly in our history, or in our lives.
Western’s Doctor John walked the talk. He consulted with Indigenous advisors, and together they crafted an Indigenous-led event to deconstruct the unsettling “Land Back” slogan for us climate-liberals, fiscal hawks & neo-colonials:
“Right, dude. Give Manhattan back to the Indians? No way!”
As I learned this past Headwaters, that is and isn’t what’s meant. Yes, reconciliation is absolutely needed for the peoples of this continent, many of whose lands were illegally taken away under the racist slogan “Manifest Destiny.” But “Land Back” is less about their ownership -- a Western Civilization concept unknown among most Indigenous societies -- and more about all of us as peoples bringing land back into our lives: immigrant and native, settler and indigenous.
At this Anthropoic point in our history as five-fingered hominids, on a planet with cascading collapse systems of overshoot and climate change, our Indigenous fellow Americans are telling us to breathe in the land, to take the land back into our decisions and choices, to treat itki* with respect –- and not just humans of the land but all the land’s biota: fauna, flora and funga.
Headwaters gave our local, state and national Indigenous voices a platform. Not for our History or Herstory, but for the peoples of Native America, speaking for themselves.
The keynoter was Dr. Melissa Nelson (professor of Indigenous Sustainability at Arizona State University, and the editor of Original Instructions: Indigenous Teachings for a Sustainable Future) touching on displacement impacts, co-management of public lands and Traditional Ecological Knowledge [TEK].
Indigenous guests included poet Jarrett Ziemer; historians Rick Waters and Richard Williams; Ute leader Regina Lopez-Whiteskunk; Nimiipuu educator Ciarra S. Greene; artist Marten Pinnecoose; graduate student Keeley Jock; tribal worker Dorsey Dick; filmmaker Conner Ryan and his beautifully important film, “The Spirit of the Peaks;” Rick Chavolla of New York City and California; university vice-president Leslie Taylor; Utah’s Samantha Eldridge; Asian-American urban research fellow Evelyn Mayo; and just a sprinkle of Euro-American voices: Montezuma Land Conservancy’s Molly Maizel and Western’s Dr. Melanie Armstrong, Dr. Matthew Aronson, and Doctor John.
Western’s Indigenous director of poetry, CMarie Fuhrman’s poem on land acknowledgements brought the entire conference home to “Land Back” and what we truly ought to be acknowledging as universities, as nations, as peoples.
Okay, I’m embedded in capitalism like the rest of us. I get itki*.
“Land Back” means a helluva lot more than just property rights or the social injustices of genocide, slavery “Black Lives Matter,” or environmental ecocide “Earth First!.”
Itki* means everything.
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*“Ki” is a grammatical neologism Indigenous science writer Robin Wall Kimmerer advocates for using in place of “it”, “its”, “it’s” or “itself” to help correct English’s objectification of phenomena when speaking of objects in the natural world. The neologist term is harvested from the last syllable of a longer word in Potawatomi for an “earth being.” ... As a pre-school teacher I learned that we humans learn best by going through the known to the unknown. Instead of substituting “ki” for “it”, I’ve chosen to add the Indigenous neologism to our neutral English pronoun as a suffix, changing the way we speak of things in English from inanimate to animate ... Indeed, that syllable, “ki”, is a Potawatomi suffix meaning “from the living earth.” Thus, itki means that even what English sees as gender-neutral objects are in some sense alive.
Thursday, December 8, 2022
The Price of Gas
$2.97 a Gallon In the Rockies
Money’s moving
against Citizen Trump
the RIGHT’s outrageous showman
& hisher Musk-a-twitter wizard
Jobs up
Fuel’s down
Delaware’s white hair
has got
feet on both pedals
Brake & gas
Gas & brake
Strike averted
if unions shafted
in Manchin's Senate
“Hold that thought”
Capt. Barefoot testifies
to the Ministry of the Future
Let’s do what Alaska did
Let’s open up the primaries
Dem, Repub, Green
Who cares?
With an open primary & ranked voting
anyone can run -- with or without a party
We could give every American a pro-life choice
Make their votes count more
Not less
Just a small electoral tweak
Done, Fed free, state by state
Ranking ‘em
first second third
& then a runoff
Let the last one standing
with the most votes
win
Enough
anointed ones
Let's retire sacred two party
big tent big roller poli-morticians
whose price at the pump’s
always cheaper than
hisher tanks of
hot air
Sunday, December 4, 2022
The Ionisphere
New Verse News is a great source of political poetry, a dangerous beast at best. But also an important way to get independent perspectives on current events. On Dec. 4 editor James Penha featured this poem of mine. Poems change each day. If you scroll down after they've appeared, you can find them posted by date in the stack. You can also click on a name to catch all the poems a poet has had posted there. I'm proud to have a half-dozen or so. To check out the site, go HERE.
CLIMATE CHANGE
The petro-geomorphic freight
train keeps chugging along
dragging
the ionosphere behind itki
like a superhero cape
caught on a junkyard Edsel
Author’s Note: “Ki” is a grammatical neologism Indigenous science writer Robin Wall Kimmerer advocates for using in place of “it”, “its”, “it’s” or “itself” to help correct English’s objectification of phenomena when speaking of objects in the natural world. The neologist term is harvested from the last syllable of a longer word in Potawatomi for an “earth being.”
As a pre-school teacher I learned that we humans learn best by going through the known to the unknown. Instead of substituting “ki” for “it”, I’ve chosen to add the Indigenous neologism to our neutral English pronoun as a suffix, changing the way we speak of things in English from inanimate to animate.
Indeed, that syllable, “ki”, is a Potawatomi suffix meaning “from the living earth.” Thus, itki means that even what English sees as gender-neutral objects are in some sense alive.
Saturday, December 3, 2022
THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH
INFALLIBILITY
For the last ten years or so, I've been a member of a SemNet listserve for former seminarians of St. Joseph's Mountain View (destroyed in the Loma Prieta earthquake) and St. Patricks's in Menlo Park -- minor and major diocesan seminaries respectively of California's Archdiocese of San Francisco.
Most of us are laity, some are clerics, maybe even a bishop of two. And then there are a smattering of the outlaw likes of moi -- a Green RadicalMiddle RainbowFamily Paleohippie Practitioner-of -Earth-based-Spirituality. I read what they post and send them the occasional poem.
Friendships made 50 years ago tie me, my class and my upper classmates together. And one SemNeti is a priest I knew as an assistant pastor when my father Vincenzo Bontempi was altar boy director in our suburban parish near St. Joe's in Mountain View. He's so saintly and beloved still that my 8th Grade parochial school buddies and I have an annual luncheon with him on his birthday in East Palo Alto, where he's served selflessly since the Sixties and is now, in his nineties, retired -- Father John Coleman.
While I'm no longer under the influence of Christian doctrines, dogmas and belief systems, I do respect the bonds of friendships that tie the SemNeti together -- if not to the Church, at least to our shared history as once baptized Catholics and California priests-in-training.
So when I saw this dream that one SemNeti shared the other day, it inspired a poem. First the dream and then the poem.
"...reminded me of a dream I once had, that some future pope sat on the chair of Peter and announced, in his most solemn and magisterial voice, that he was not really infallible, even when he solemnly defined something. For a moment everyone was aghast. “How can you say that?” they screamed. “That can’t be true!” “Exactly,” he replied, “now that I’ve said it, it can't be true that I am infallible. Or to put it another way, brothers and sisters, no person or institution can infallibly declare himself or itself infallible. And if and when anyone did, that only proves they must have been fallible.” There was a silence, and then people thought about it for a while, the sheer absurd circularity of it, wondered why they never saw the logical impossibility of it before, shrugged, and went on with their lives. And when the dust settled, nothing really valuable had been lost, and something really valuable had been gained. Institutional humility before the mystery of God. And then I woke up."
Friday, December 2, 2022
EARTH FIRST!
He didn't get a lot of press when he passed.
But for some of us in the environmental movement, particularly those who have moved into politics, he was huge. Above is a picture of Howie, Mike and Dave at the Round River Rendezvous on the North Rim of the Colorado River in 1987 [12987 Western Slope Calendar]. He and his numerous compatriots moved the environmental left far to the radical edge, giving those in the radical middle (as I like to call it) far more leverage than before.
The woman to the right in the photo has been identified as Mavis, while that's my noggin with a blue headband in the left foreground. Ed Abbey mentions my poetry workshop (these days I call them playgrounds) there at the RRR in his book Hayduke Lives HERE
Karen Pickett took the photo, and she has a very well-balanced obit for Dave in the September issue of the EFJournal (the source of news around the world that's hard to find anywhere else in this country) HERE
Rewilding Earth, one of the several post-EF enviro groups he co-founded, has a very inspiring obit with photos, memorials and tributes. HERE
Karen Pickett |