by Derrick Jensen | It is customary when writing to hide one’s presumptions. The hope is that readers will flow along with the narrative and get swept up by the language until by the end they’ve reached roughly the same…
by Derrick Jensen | We all face choices. We can have ice caps and polar bears, or we can have automobiles. We can have dams or we can have salmon…
by Derrick Jensen | The message from the stars that sustained me as a child—that the cruelty we take for granted is not natural—sustains me to this day. For I know that beneath the fear and hatred, beneath the urge to control…
by Derrick Jensen | No one emerges from trauma unscarred. Having been severely traumatized, it becomes the work of at least a lifetime to de-normalize the trauma—to recognize it for the aberration it is—and to begin to re-inhabit your body, your senses, your mind, to re-inhabit relationships, to re-inhabit a world…
by Derrick Jensen | There’s really only one question in life, and only one lesson. This question is whispered endlessly to us from all directions. The moon asks it each night, as do the stars.
by Derrick Jensen | I was asked to give a talk to the students at a boys boarding school, grades eight to twelve. I was scared, far moreso than at prison.
by Derrick Jensen | There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone.
