* Eco-Boring
As I sit here writing a book review of Native poet Kimberly Blaeser, and as my mind wanders, thinking of cool questions for Lawrence Buell's visit to my class this fall, a metaphor (gasp—no, not another one!) for ecocritical studies in general comes to mind. Ecocriticism—as a humanities enterprise—is still a fine front lawn, of Kentucky bluegrass, or whatever; but there are still a few "weeds" or "varmints" (often Native American) cavorting on said lawn, saying, "Geez, this is boring. Give someone else a chance." (Or—we can analyze the tree imagery in Tennyson once again. . . .)
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1 comment:
Apt metaphor! I find it strange, too, that so often groups that are ostensibly out to challenge dominant modes of thought are careful to delimit themselves, sanctioning certain approaches, conveniently ignoring others.
And of course, lawn care is the perfect symbol for America's special brand of cultural fascism.
http://www.richsoil.com/lawn/god.html
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