'Yes. Putting your arm up a ewe's vagina is just as much a product of social relations as DJing at a NY club or teaching a freshman poetry class or roofing a house. The claim that there is a pure, unmediated nature we need to "get back to" is--ironically--a precipitate of alienation in a capitalist society. The sooner we discard the vapid notion that one set of social relations is more "natural" than another, the better.'
But I agree with this, too:
>From The Keeper of Flocks, XXVIII
Talking about the soul of stones, of flowers, of rivers, Is talking about yourself and your false thoughts. Thank God stones are only stones, And rivers are nothing but rivers, And flowers are just flowers.
Me, I write the prose of my poems And I'm at peace, Because I know I comprehend Nature on the outside; And I don't comprehend Nature on the inside Because Nature doesn't have an inside; If she did she wouldn't be Nature.
Alberto Caeiro da Silva, 1914