Saturday, November 8, 2008

Resources

Is there such a thing as resources? I studied in Resource Conservation in Montana and the resources we talked about were timber, water, energy and things of that sort. The comment someone made the other day here at Sterling College that made me question this more was "You should really talk to him, He's a great resource."

He's a resource? I didn't think so. Why not say that he's a great person?

I think that labeling something as a resource is inviting its consumption by people. The fish, and the trees, and the knowledge in someone's head.

A couple of Fish and Wildlife people came to talk to my wildlife management class yesterday. We went out electroshock fishing. Judd, wore his waders, baseball cap, rain coat with the USFW patch on the arm and polarized shades.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

North woods

A meteorite leveled the land.
leaving a great moose track where now the mountains lie flat.
Covered with poor sandy outwash from ice rivers,
the crater, like the colloseum sits telling stories just with its hands.

But the moose with their heads low, walk like icebergs
down old logging roads in the North woods, long abandoned.
With their racks all draped in velvet and their eyes half peeled,
they gather in the crater's low point. Drops of mercury forming a collective.
Droplets of the collective moose joining to prove wildness lives.

Some mineral trick or deep down magnetic quirk of the stardust
has aligned with the galaxy to be its equal in shape and beauty
Each chip of crystaline bedrock is tilted under the soil,
asking the moose herd to gather, and once gathered to sing.
And the call rises best when rebounded off moose bone
which in its metaphysical reaction to the sound,
draws up the flecks of light from under ground and projects them into the sky.