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When you live on the plains
you look outwards
and know how it goes

so you walk
the roads
and consider each junction
in turn

and no matter the turns
and the choices
you make
invariably you reach the border
of the grid
the edge of the plains

where a barbed wire fence
partitions off
a new grid
that also goes forever

a ranch house
full of windows
watches you

and considering the highway
at the speed of your self
reveals only
the certainty of violence

there are choices back in town
occluded horizons
mental

labyrinths
the roads multiply
in that direction

roads built years
before you were born

you will go back
to live
when you can

accept that the road
reaches only the wire

and that it’s entirely on you
to stop seeing the plains

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Jackson, WY

Livingston, MT

Livingston, MT

Missoula, MT

West Yellowstone, MT

NOW IS THE TIME

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to sit in the spring sunshine
and read the best dystopian fiction
that the English language has to offer

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“The ethics and philosophy of under-consumption (are) a crime against society. …Now– such is progress. …not a moment to sit down and think.”

–Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Political formulation:

The justification for inequality is that wealth compensates one’s contributions to society. Here are some problems:

If everyone worked equally hard there would still be inequality. Different people have different amounts to contribute. The breakthroughs of Albert Einstein are not realistic goals for anyone. The largest contributors express “gifts,” talents which they honor rather than exploit. And so there is inequal potential for compensation, no matter how hard you work.

Rarely, if ever, are the largest contributions inspired by monetary compensation. In fact, top contributors would be insulted by the insinuation. Yvon Chouniard, who did so much to bring social and environmental accountability to the corporation, taught his kids to be “a little embarrassed” by their family’s wealth. Einstein didn’t believe in the use of monetary compensation in general. He said, “I am absolutely convinced that no wealth in the world can help humanity forward, even in the hands of the most devoted worker in this cause. The example of great and pure individuals is the only thing that can lead us to noble thoughts and deeds.”

Sometimes, compensation counteracts the potential of one’s contribution. If Tim Berners-Lee patented the internet, it would’ve been limited, expensive, and lacking in all the innovative and democratic power that has made it as important as it is. He had the foresight to realize an open and unencumbered product was far more important, a thing apart, from personal compensation.

Conversely, there is more money to be made if contributing to society is not your primary goal. You can only make so much by “simple, honest” (I’m sure there’s a better description) wage-earning. But it still needs to be done. America’s financial innovations are often credited for leading it along the path of greatness. But where wealth is “created” by abstract processes, the resources still come from somewhere: from people doing vital work, now making relatively less (due to inflation) than they would have otherwise.

The separation of work, compensation, and contributing to society, and the greater complication and blurring of these relationships, disincentivizes “work.” When you see flagrant, unaccountable, and careless displays of wealth, you see that this trifecta have ceased to inform one another, even taken divergent trajectories. When you work for a CEO who makes an astronomically disproportionate salary you know you are being taken advantage of. When you feel like you don’t have access to the self-perpetuating system of wealth begetting wealth, millionaires begetting millionaires, you start to realize that much of the available work is essentially meaningless. Worse than nothing.

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Success Story, by A.R. Ammons

I never got on good
relations with the world

first I had nothing
the world wanted

then the world had
nothing I wanted

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the town and I keep a respectful distance.
a fountain cup spins like a wheel of fortune
in a wind eddy of the alley
until I leave. it could be
that human lives are shaping these scenes,
lives not my own, lived elsewhere, now,
but I only find them alone
and I can’t separate out my role
in their creation. but if I could
I’d say it in leather, and I’d say it in wire,
I’d say it in those old car seats
(apples embedded in foam cushions
like Gregor Samsa’s back),
but I’d stack them two mountains tall.

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The artist, in the ancient world, was not a special kind of man, but every man a special kind of artist.

–A.K. Coomaraswamy

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