...(and what we can do about them). Although these posts are primarily sketches for a book project on environmental critique I will also post from several other ongoing projects.
Showing posts with label Wilderness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wilderness. Show all posts
Monday, October 14, 2013
Sunday, October 23, 2011
And Jack Came Tumbling After – Han Shan, Jack Kerouac and Desolation Peak
Part I of a couple of posts (who knows, maybe 3) on Kerouac in the Wilderness.
In Dharma Bums, Kerouac describes visiting Japhy Ryder (i.e.
Gary Snyder) in his shack near Berkeley and Japhy talks to him about the
difficulty of translating Han Shan’s poem Cold Mountain from the original
Chinese. Jack is impressed with the
similarities between Han Shan and Ryder.
“That’s like you too, Japhy, studying with eyes full of tears.” Han Shan, Ryder said, was “a mountain man, a
Buddhist dedicated to the principle of meditation on the essence of all things…
he was a man of solitude who could take off by himself and live purely and true
to himself.” Ray Smith (i.e. Kerouac)
responded, “That sounds like you too.”
“And like you too, Ray”, Ryder generously replied.
Thinking that it would be a good thing for Kerouac to have
some solitary time in the mountains, Snyder encouraged Kerouac to apply to work
a summer as a fire lookout in the Northern Cascades in Washington. The first part of Kerouac’s novel Desolation
Angels, based upon his notebooks from the summer of 1956, recorded Jack’s
summer of anguish and paranoia in his mountain retreat. Though Kerouac may not be everyman – at times
he’s jubilant, at times morose, verbose, braggardly, brilliant, invariably
drunk, incessantly dissecting, sullen, always writing, experimenting,
vagabonding, observing minutely, oedipally strange, holy, obnoxious –
nonetheless Jack’s ordinary failure in the wilderness is perhaps a more
successful account of the meaning of wilderness for us everyfolk than all the
successful accounts written by the hard men of the great American Wilderness
tradition.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
A Note on Nietzsche as a Wilderness Thinker
The tradition has some recognizable characteristics: a
celebration of nature as special place and governed by special processes, a suspicion that these places and
these processes intensively prevail elsewhere, a usefulness to seeking these
out, a normative role for these places and processes. The city is held in contempt. The wilderness
writer needs solitude. A deeper
excavation reveals that this thinking as part of a declensionist tradition
(things are NOT better now!). This
leads, not inevitably but invariably to negative suspicions about the human animal. If remedies exist they exist in a return to a
prior place, a prior time. The
wilderness writer can lead the way – the environmental writer has a priestly
vocation; he (typically, he) can initiate us into natures’ secrets, and can (if
we act right now) lead us to the altar to confess, (re)consecrate and (re)commune.
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