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The Practice of the Wild by Gary Snyder

Snyder (a mountaineer, zen buddhist, Pulitzer-prize winning poet, and inspiration for the main character in Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums) melds anthropology and lyricism in this short volume of essays contemplating the meaning and ethics of Nature.

From the opening essay:

"Wild and free." …Both words, profoundly political and sensitive as they are, have become consumer baubles.  I hope to investigate the meaning of wild and how it connects with free and what one would want to do with these meanings.  To be truly free one must take on the basic conditions as they are — painful, impermanent, open, imperfect — and then be grateful for impermanence and the freedom it grants us. 

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"What do I do for a living? I live for a living. When I moved out in the forest 35 years ago, people said "You can’t escape reality." I went TO reality. You’re living in a virtual reality. You don’t even know where your stuff comes from, don’t even know where your poop goes.

I live in nature where everything is connected, circular. The seasons are circular. The planet is circular…Do people live in circles today? No. They live in boxes. They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box.  Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them. When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment. They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.”

-Eustace Conway


Little boxes on the hillside..



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