Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The first tree hugger, Marilyn Monroe,
was a misfit in the Nevada desert, 1960.
Clark Gable couldn't believe his eyes.

The first tree hugger was a loud idiot,
smarmy, alarming, you know the type,
always trying to save the rock.

The first tree hugger was born again
and again, and the tribes spread out.
Some said god gave them the land.

The first tree hugger was a moment
between art and brutal efficiency,
just this side of full naked pillage.

.

and intersecting
jam-log
of quantum space; time and physicality
colliding with the branches
entwined alighted
by lightning
of thundering self-needinglings

.

the eye of the needle
looks at the thread

narrowed down.
eye of the needle,
if you can sell thread.

that scene, that scene!
norma jeane's last film.
she wasn't the first.
the bishnoi, khejarli,
the chipko, the lost.
rockrolling silent.

sentient


en compassing
cardinal points

mnaz wrote:

the bishnoi, khejarli,
the chipko, the lost.
rockrolling silent.

poem huggers

not the first
not the last
I am nothing but a poser on this board
even so:
your poem is a crash course in cultural ecology
thank you

Re: "that scene, that scene!
norma jeane's last film.
she wasn't the first.
the bishnoi, khejarli,
the chipko, the lost.
rockrolling silent."

Good, strong words, amigo... inspired.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Butterfly_Hill

when I think of tree hugging, I always come back here....and the way it all began....with a steering wheel in her skull...too strange to not be compelled...

saw wrote: ↑

November 27th, 2019, 7:43 am

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Butterfly_Hill

when I think of tree hugging, I always come back here....and the way it all began....with a steering wheel in her skull...too strange to not be compelled...

thanks. appreciated the link.

silver car crash ecocide.
(with apologies to AW)