Nature Lovers
by Charles Potts
$10.00
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Nature Lovers
Natural Responsibilities You get the kind of world You think it is. Change your mind. Change the world.
When my conscience goes south for the winter, I turn to the fearless Charles Potts, a Moralist with a sense of humor. If he had an 800 number I'd call him every day!
Ronald Koertge
These Nature Lovers poems are like oecologist Abhorrences. Ed Dorn salutes you from his grave.
Dennis Formento, Surregional Press
This little book is one of his most striking collections. In it he achieves what every political poet should ache to do, yet so few try -- graft the confusion of the heart to the evidence of our senses. This is no-nonsense poetry from a visionary who long ago stripped the gears off common sense. His best work swirls the spirits of Ginsberg and Ken Kesey and Phil Ochs at their best, and more anciently, the poets Walt Whitman and William Blake, the pamphleteer Tom Paine, and the mountain man Jim Bridger. A true avatar of the wild and prophetic side of American poetry
Mike Finley
We have here a lapsed hippie cum arch realist cum fulminant prophet cum man of action cum ironist cum moralist/satirist/anthropologist. Oh, and a regionalist to boot. ("I've been in Walla Walla going on fifteen years, / Doing field study of White Republicans.") Potts rages on about environmental despoliation, heartless clear-cutting capital, the shibboleths of progressivism ("Leon Trotsky's Dues Are Refused by the Cascade Chapter of the Washington Sierra Club") and sundry opiates of the people, spinning a dire near-misanthropic futuristic scenario ("Environmental Impact Statement") only to throw up his hands in mystified wonder on next page: "Why not a leftover potluck? / Or better still / A potluck fast: / Just bring your hunger and contemplate." (from "A Monkey in the High 90s")