a beginning to an articulation of a system of geographic spirituality

I look for truth in the wild, the non-human, as though there is no way for me to find the real in the midst of the human. The poems are often identification of the inherency of landscape and also a way of bemoaning the distance of the sure, unconscious is-ness of the landscape and the non-human world. None of the other animals need reason, they are instinct, pure experience; while reason is our most powerful tool, the tool that enables this naked biped’s survival, it also has created a schism within the organism, so much so we have even determined a ‘self’. By distinction, we have defined and by definition, we have separated. The ‘self’ is now an object of constant question, as it is inconstant, processive, and subjective, and therefore less closely tied to the ultimate laws which so palpably govern the non-human universe. And so I look to landscape for meaning, by which I mean metaphor, which I understand as the ancestral commonality of things; how things resonate one another. In landscapes, I find an essence most powerfully and reliably revealed.