A month or so ago Routledge asked me if I'd like to write a book for them, in a theory series. A few weeks ago I said yes, but can I just send you some writing rather than a proposal? I don't do proposals. Luckily I'm at a point where I don't have to do them, either.
I hate them. They've never worked. Chat GPT might do them for me better than I could possibly do, because I just don't know what I'm going to say before I say it, especially at this point, after twenty five or so books where allowing your unconscious mind a wide berth is the whole deal.
I hate fellowship applications and book proposals. I've hardly ever been given a fellowship, because I just don't know how to say what I want to say on those damn forms.
But I do know how to write and last night I wrote the whole thing in a thirty-page scope.
It's a theory of drama. Why, you ask, would an eco philosopher have one? Why indeed...it is indeed an ecological theory of drama.
I'm really really happy with it.
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I remember once in an interview you made mention of how all us alive and aware of what's truly happening to life on earth today all share a similar sad melodramatic view of our world...
It made me reflect on how our own thoughts/memories can perpetuate the reality we live in and how important it is to re-vision life on earth making a comeback by physically going outside and directly cultivating that rebirth in our gardens and greater landscape. Or as author Hyemeyohsts Storm always taught in his Native American story telling: "Beneath your memory there is power."
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