Did He Say Postmodern?
He told me the wild and wilderness
weren’t wild at all but cultural.
I said, “You mean like buttermilk
that has been set out to go sour?”
He said he didn’t know about that,
but yes, wildness was a construct,
a cultural construct, something
made up and dependent on where
and how you lived, maybe what
your ancestors thought about life.
“If a mountain lion bites through
your thigh, is that such a construct?”
I asked. I could sense that he thought
this was a joke. So, I told him: “Go
take a hike in the woods!” as I was
exasperated now. “Oh no,” he said,
“I don’t think I’d feel comfortable.”
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