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Show THE ZEPHYR/ AUGUST-SEPTEMBER affairs. We wouldn't live to see it, but it's predicted, it will come. TTOTEN OT Ee atc Even in THIS heat, we can make the desert BLOOM. NUTT an OCSeee aE rant. Well, he comes back with a rant of his own, revealing an unshakable conviction that little shop yaNcpeay ene yet to solve, and we must make shift to live, betwixt spirit and matter, such a human life as in all the Dp) ey eu SOUTHWEST! humans are stupid and bloodthirsty. Here again that damn Pogo thing, "the enemy is us." We have gone round and round on these matters over the years. Why do we stand there on . a beautiful blue sky day growling at each other, each of us knowing the other's script by So | declared that | wasn't about to wait for the "shift" to solve things. It was up to us to get out of our dreamworld and start building democracy...and so on and on. A-real rant. 2971 S. HIGHWAY 191 (next to the Branding Iron) an 435.259.4531 TREES & BUSHES heart by now? The fine art of argument, we weren't practicing that at all. It was more like ‘two stubborn mules braying. Oh well, just blowing off, shaking hands when we finally cooled down: But this time I got to thinking that ‘just blowing off’ might be a Pogo trait that we don't really need. We could maybe cancel it without damaging our health. "Let it all hang out" was a sixties slogan. I doubted it then, I doubt it now, especially when I witness two males on opposing sides at a street demo, shouting at each other, poisoning the atmosphere, and to what purpose? Winning the argument? Come on! Real arguing is a mutual trading of views. You listen and you speak and you listen again. Well, that’s the Best wishes ideal anyway. Knocking the opponent down with high decibel blather is a totally different to animal. Thinking about all this, | remembered one of the times when I went into shouting mode and a woman said, "You're just as bad as he is," and that stopped me cold, because I'd gone off the rails before and knew I should have learned by now: demos, vigils, other modes of . MEGAN & LATIMER resistance are not arenas. Get that? Making them into arenas destroys the very purpose of from the action. So, impulsively, | offered my right hand to the other guy. He responded with his, but no sooner had we clasped than he thought better of it and shoved me off the curb into the street. Now that is interesting. You see the conflict there? Two good old American habits fighting it out in that guy's body-mind. Mine too. I say we can win that internal conflict by knowing that the struggle is deadly serious, that the struggle is is for minds and hearts, that the struggle is, quoting Wes Jackson again, "perceived by us as necessary." Old dogs can learn new tricks. Even new dogs can do it; there's hope for them too. The Zephyr (1) Charlotte Meyer, "Ktaadn and the Term Wilderness", aw Fe ie soit FA presented at 2005 conference of American Society for ae rec ar Bo oe Hie a on oe : as ee Literature and Environment, Eugene, Oregon. (2) Wes Jackson, "Conceptual Revolutions. Who Needs Them? Why? /The Land Report/, 83/2005. (3) Rachel Carson, /Silent Spring/, Riverside Press, 1962 PAGE9 ae THE LAZY INTERNATIONAL LIZARD |] HOSTEL One Mile South of Moab on US 191 435.259.6057 reservations@lazylizardhostel.com -www.lazylizardhostel.com Vy ENTE ALSO OFFE RU ime Uy, fac Mk r i] R- OM GROUP LODGING Houses HOUSES for LARGE GROUPS--Family Reunions, Clubs, Sports Teams School & Church Groups e the CUTEST — I of the Thoreauvian persuasion that whatever the hidden powers decree for the future "we have. a sort of living to get and must buffet it hat longer. There are various tough problems we can." So I declared that I wasn't about to wait for "the shift,” to solve things. It was up to us to get out of our dreamworld and start building democracy ... and so on and on, areal Vyas ken 3 a0) See en eect PENSTEMONS ANTI WAR REPORT Alison and I in the center of Malone, Franklin county seat, far north New York state on a Saturday noon. Her sign read NO MORE WAR. Its obverse read DIE FOR OIL? LET GEORGE DOIT. She got a bunch of honks and V signs with either side. Mine had EMPIRES ALWAYS DIE. STOP. BEFORE ITS TOO LATE. A rainy day, but we had the signs protected. After a while here comes a military convoy, Three two-and-a half ton trucks and a command vehicle. I knew it was Tenth Mountain Infantry because they roam this north country frequently, based south of here near Watertown. My old outfit; I had to wave. So, sign in one hand, waving in the other and damned if the Gls in the cabs didn't wave back, some using both hands. The command car excepted, of course. None of those guys knew me; I was just an old crock holding an antiempire sign. What the hell was going on? I don't know. I like to think they liked my sign. Got in an argument recently with a friend, he a firm believer in what he called "a shift” in world 2006 : "We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork the road -- the one ‘less traveled by' -- offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of our earth." (3) oct And here's Rachel: _.. Check out our nightly rates: "THE BEST DEAL on the PLANET" re |
