caroljane Posted August 15, 2018 Share Posted August 15, 2018 Now there is a state of emergency in BC where the wildfires rage, and it is permanently indecently furnacelike in the Great White North - maybe the Apocolypsters are right. "Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I'd be inclined to favour fire But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice is also great, And will suffice." -Robert Frost Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
william.scherk Posted August 15, 2018 Share Posted August 15, 2018 The only poet whom I do not fear, who lives in a secret chamber of my heart ... On this day tradition allots to taking stock of our lives, my greetings to all of you, Yeasts, Bacteria, Viruses, Aerobics and Anaerobics: A Very Happy New Year to all for whom my ectoderm is as Middle-Earth to me. For creatures your size I offer a free choice of habitat, so settle yourselves in the zone that suits you best, in the pools of my pores or the tropical forests of arm-pit and crotch, in the deserts of my fore-arms, or the cool woods of my scalp. Build colonies: I will supply adequate warmth and moisture, the sebum and lipids you need, on condition you never do me annoy with your presence, but behave as good guests should, not rioting into acne or athlete's-foot or a boil. Does my inner weather affect the surfaces where you live? Do unpredictable changes record my rocketing plunge from fairs when the mind is in tift and relevant thoughts occur to fouls when nothing will happen and no one calls and it rains. I should like to think that I make a not impossible world, but an Eden it cannot be: my games, my purposive acts, may turn to catastrophes there. If you were religious folk, how would your dramas justify unmerited suffering? By what myths would your priests account for the hurricanes that come twice every twenty-four hours, each time I dress or undress, when, clinging to keratin rafts, whole cities are swept away to perish in space, or the Flood that scalds to death when I bathe? Then, sooner or later, will dawn a Day of Apocalypse, when my mantle suddenly turns too cold, too rancid, for you, appetising to predators of a fiercer sort, and I am stripped of excuse and nimbus, a Past, subject to Judgement. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
caroljane Posted August 15, 2018 Author Share Posted August 15, 2018 10 minutes ago, william.scherk said: The only poet whom I do not fear, who lives in a secret chamber of my heart ... On this day tradition allots to taking stock of our lives, my greetings to all of you, Yeasts, Bacteria, Viruses, Aerobics and Anaerobics: A Very Happy New Year to all for whom my ectoderm is as Middle-Earth to me. For creatures your size I offer a free choice of habitat, so settle yourselves in the zone that suits you best, in the pools of my pores or the tropical forests of arm-pit and crotch, in the deserts of my fore-arms, or the cool woods of my scalp. Build colonies: I will supply adequate warmth and moisture, the sebum and lipids you need, on condition you never do me annoy with your presence, but behave as good guests should, not rioting into acne or athlete's-foot or a boil. Does my inner weather affect the surfaces where you live? Do unpredictable changes record my rocketing plunge from fairs when the mind is in tift and relevant thoughts occur to fouls when nothing will happen and no one calls and it rains. I should like to think that I make a not impossible world, but an Eden it cannot be: my games, my purposive acts, may turn to catastrophes there. If you were religious folk, how would your dramas justify unmerited suffering? By what myths would your priests account for the hurricanes that come twice every twenty-four hours, each time I dress or undress, when, clinging to keratin rafts, whole cities are swept away to perish in space, or the Flood that scalds to death when I bathe? Then, sooner or later, will dawn a Day of Apocalypse, when my mantle suddenly turns too cold, too rancid, for you, appetising to predators of a fiercer sort, and I am stripped of excuse and nimbus, a Past, subject to Judgement. Oh, yes and yes. I myself am kind of scared of him. But as his good friend wrote of him, and others, they "left the vivid air signed with their honour." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Stuart Kelly Posted August 15, 2018 Share Posted August 15, 2018 It's probably global warming. Nothing a government tax or regulation can't fix. Michael 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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