[So many digressions, equivocations, brackets of varying intensity - this is beginnin' t'look like a fricken' LISP program; not to mention quite crazy, silly. Mad as a box of frogs.]
Without Driving Them Either Away Or Mad?
Reading people like Paul Kingsnorth & Derrick Jensen, even Mark Lynas, is necessary due diligence and good exercise to boot, good 'practice'. Some are better than others. The common denominator seems to be: write (earn) breed, and do nothing substantive.
I was on the way to reproducing the first chapter of Paul Kingsnorth's 'One No, Many Yeses' which is a moving description of his visit with the Zapatistas in Chiapas in 2006 or so; but ... it got to be too much like work (sorry, you'll have to go find it in the library). He has now apparently gone off to some remote & low-budget village in Ireland ... exactly right, I just wish I could do the same in Pará (see René Girard for notions of mimetic desire, envy, jealousy &c.).
"On the right wall had been written: I believe in everything; nothing is sacred.
And on the left wall: I believe in nothing; everything is sacred."
(Tom Robbins, 'Even Gowgirls Get The Blues')
"Scuse me, while I kiss the sky."
"Could I have a little Yin with that Yang?"
Collapse of time - two examples:
You may take this as (yet another) opportunity, gentle reader, to dismiss all you find here as nonsense. If such an opportunity is even necessary anymore.
Ou vai ou racha & Spiral Jetty (originals, sort of):
Wiebo Ludwig (1941-2012) is gone:
Subcomandante Marcos has left the building:
Crowbird is still on the go:
["Generations have trod, have trod, have trod." (Gerard Manley Hopkins)]
Look there Astolpho, a light at the end of the tunnel! Turn off that rubbish!
Optimists Inc: Stay calm. It'll still get worse!!!
Pessimists Inc: ditto.
Today is gonna be my lucky day. That's OK, it's early yet.