(Photo: mine, Kuboto Gardens, Seattle)
Fifty-four years ago, a group of friends and I helped inaugurate the first Earth Day by performing at Fullerton Hall, at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. Our view was pessimistic - we used The Doors', This Is The End, and Jacques Brell's, Carousel as our music. At the end we were thrown off the carousel and scattered supine on the stage. <sigh> I'm still doubtful about our ability to protect and preserve, but until the final burnout, the planet will prevail. MEDITATION FOR A CITY DWELLER Imagine this: No matter what city you are in, there was once no city No matter what building, once no building House – no house No matter what concrete you’re standing on, no concrete No road no bridge no tunnel No Nada Nothing What then @939 before now a smaller house where Buddhists gathered before then an even smaller house where a blacksmith lived – forge in the yard before that Seattle being young as these things go Trees Douglas Fir Red Cedar Vine Maple Hemlock Pacific Dogwood and more Plants Bleeding Heart Red Columbine Salal and more Forest My concretized mind can only conjure BIG GREEN GROWTH but even with that paucity of imagination I am washed by ghosts of green world and no matter where no matter where mind’s eye can imagine the return of green and growing and know the concrete constructs and constructions that rule now will fall. RW Carousel, from Jacques Brell is Alive and Living in Paris I'll spare you The Doors