NUUCHIU DRUMBEAT … According to Summer Begay of the award-winning Southern Ute Drum, “The Southern Ute Indian Tribe has reached an historic milestone by becoming the first tribe to sign a Tribal Energy Resource Agreement (TERA) with the U.S. Dept. of the Interior.” The signing in D.C. with Secretary Doug Burgum and Asst. Secretary Billy Kirkland III last month formerly recognizes the Tribe’s sovereignty claim to managing its own energy and mineral resources without oversight from the U.S. Bureau of Indian Affairs …
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Capt. B’s Earthship Log: The Telluride People’s March
Since the start of the year, long-time locals, mostly veterans of the Sixties demonstrations, are marching once a month down Telluride’s Colorado Avenue, carrying signs about No Kings and the Fall of Freedom and other lefty political slogans. It’s a phenomenon that happening all over the country.
Capt. B’s Earthship Log: Booked for the Millennium
BOOKED FOR THE MILLENNIUM … I love books. Let’s start there. It’s not exactly the focus of young people these days, my own kids included. They resonate with podcasts, social media, reels & videos, movies & concerts. It’s a different world than the ‘50s, when I grew up. Books were the sources of knowledge, escape from the confines of family, community, religious affiliation. They opened up a couple thousand years of human experience, stretching back to Gutenberg and before …
Capt. B’s Earthship Log: ‘The Spanish Entrada’
THE SPANISH ENTRADA … Maybe it was my classical training in the early Sixties at St. Joseph’s Roman Catholic junior seminary, where the Sulpician educator priests followed Cardinal Newman’s belief, as he espoused in his Dublin lecture series The Idea of a University Defined and Illustrated: “[E]ducation should aim at producing generalists rather than narrow specialists, and that non-vocational subjects – in arts of pure science – could train the mind in ways applicable to a wide range of jobs.” …
Capt. B’s Earthship Log: ‘Valentine’s Day’
VALENTINE’S DAY … Once I left the seminary back in the Sixties, I got to be full-on romantic. Poetry, not the priesthood, held me in thrall. Riding around San Francisco on a Honda 250 with my opera jacket, long beard, and flowers in my hair, my wife’s scarf floating Isadora Duncan-style behind us down San Francisco’s Mission Street, as we wove our way in and out of traffic towork downtown …
Capt. B’s Earthship Log: ‘Labor Troubles Redux’
LABOR TROUBLES REDUX … It was interesting to see the labor troubles of the 1900s mirrored in the recent Ski Patrol strike in Telluride…
Capt. B’s Earthship Log: ‘The Way We Mark Time’
THE WAY WE MARK TIME … There was a time when I was a young seminary student, studying Latin, Greek and the classics. A time when I too believed in the stories that I’d been told since childhood: Santa Claus, the Holy Trinity, the Immaculate Conception. When I too marched out of my chapel pew to the soaring exhilaration of bellowing organ pipes, transfixed in the toccata ecstasy of Widor’s 5th Symphony … But entering my 8th decade on this blue earthship, I’m flabbergasted by my society of fellow shipmates measuring the days and months anno domini “in the year of the lord,” as though we were still medieval peasants in fealty to the nearest castle’s king. Still cataloguing our time on earth and even our biology by “orders” and “species” and “kingdoms.”
Capt. B’s Earthship Log
BENVENUTI A TUTTI … Willkommen to a twice monthly po-mo mash-up of opinion & poetry (the Japanese called it 俳文 haibun). We’re calling it “Captain B[arefoot]’s Earthship Log” … Writing from Cloud Acre on this sunny drought winter Western Slope day, the 18th of December, 13025 [2025 Anno Domini], second daughter Sara Mae’s birthday in my Goodtimes ‘ohana … For 40 years I wrote op-ed columns like this for Telluride and other regional newspapers: Up Bear Creek, Pandora’s Box, Looking Out from Lone Cone … CBEL is inspired by Silverton wise woman Dolores LaChapelle (Sacred Land, Sacred Sex, Rapture of the Deep) with nods of appreciation to Herb Caen’s three-dot journalism, Peter Berg’s Planet Drum, Donna Haraway (Staying with the Trouble), Gary Snyder (Riprap, Earth Household, Turtle Island, Practice of the Wild), Dick Ganci’s cherry pits, Shawn Dubin’s stilts, Jack Mueller’s portolanos, Danny Rosen (Lithic Press), Wendy Videlock (The Barefoot Laureate) & Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer (Emerging Form podcast) … Pulitzer Prize-winning San Francisco poet George Oppen says what we are up to best in some lines in the poem “From Disaster” from the book The Materials (New Directions, 1962)