So, amigo
it’s trust that’s a must
in the miasmatic mess that inflicts us
I get it.
Who’s got it? Go on!
Gotta be gittin’
No use sitting afloat in a dugout
canoe on Brasil’s Rio Moa
watching la Floresta
than to be squat flat on a ‘Merican butt
suburbed in the colonial style
most-well-sat
if we don’t make connections…
Plug new neurons to old synapses
In the film Taste of the Land by Adam
Loften & Emmanuel Vaughan-Lee*
we grok the lives of a Cambodian
tribal family through the lens of
a Yale/UCLA
Cambodian-American
filmmaker lawyer wise woman
Forest demands
the attention needed to learn
Cinema’s quicker & almost can do the same
Dolores LaChapelle insisted
we take every opportunity to learn
what the land teaches us
As one of my college teachers taught me
films are the myths we tell ourselves
Married
we learn to trust our mates
or move on
spiraling deeper into the mystery
Like doing something different
Like what we did
in the Sixties, San Fran
Doing one’s own thing
Choosing one’s own stories
Trusting ourselves
She He They Them Otros
Siblings one-and-all
ought-to-be US
Just how far
are we from deep ecology?”
asks Capt. Barefoot
out in the Cloud Acre willow carr
Shaking both fists
at clouds & contrails
McRedeye roars
“A helluvaways!”
