I have no idea what is happening – it’s like throwing pennies off a bridge. I just can’t get comfortable – it seems like the only thing that connects my life and art together is pain – it’s painful when I put them together – and more painful when I pull them apart. In 2007 I quit straddling the pain, quit my job, and moved to a rural studio in New York State. I work on creative projects, work on my life, and work on the day-to-day necessities of existence. No cell phone, no social media, no networking. But as I work on the books displayed on this author’s page; I feel another kind of pain — the pain of not working on something else: my printmaking and drawing are being neglected, my poetry output is a dripping faucet, and it looks like I’ll be telling NYFA that the Idea Enhancement Project just added another year to its timeline. When I read what I’ve just written; it’s as true as anything I can think of — but then so is the opposite: I need to process everything that happens . . .
September 8, 2021
Doing the right thing is always simple, it’s making excuses for not doing it that’s complicated.
We have had decades of Voluntary Guidelines and Nutrient Plans, TMDLs and Target Dates, Soil and Water Conservation Committees and Regional Task Forces, and every do-nothing dog and pony show bureaucratic folderol they could hold a press conference on . . . and none of them have proven good for anything except to push regulatory solutions into the future while agribusinesses continue polluting and maximizing profits.
Solving this maze is as simple as finding a solution to nutrient pollution.
If you want to end the pollution, stop the polluting.