climate grief
(I love Lulastic: http://lulastic.co.uk/)
(I love Lulastic: http://lulastic.co.uk/)
“And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead,
but if you’re tired of looking at my face I guess I already am.
But you’ve never been a waste of my time,
it’s never been a drag…”
-Divorce Song
Greta Thunberg, clip via Democracy Now!
“You say you love your children above all else? And yet you are stealing their future in front of their very eyes. Until you start focusing on what needs to be done, rather than what is politically possible, there is no hope. We cannot solve a crisis without treating it as a crisis. We need to keep the fossil fuels in the ground, and we need to focus on equity. And if solutions within the system are so impossible to find, then maybe we should change the system itself.
We have not come here to beg world leaders to care. You have ignored us in the past and you will ignore us again. You have run out of excuses, and we are running out of time. We have come here to let you know that change is coming whether you like it or not. The real power belongs to the people.”
I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
-Mary Oliver (“Twelve Moons”)
“That’s okay, I still love you!”
said Bear.
“That’s okay, I still love you!”
said the moon.
“Just a minute—just a minute, now hold on, Mr. Potter—just a minute. Now you’re right when you say my father was no business man—I know that. Why he ever started this cheap penny-ante Building and Loan I’ll never know. But neither you nor anybody else can say anything against his character because his whole life was—why, in the twenty-five years since he and Uncle Billy started this thing he never once thought of himself—isn’t that right, Uncle Billy? He didn’t save enough money to send Harry to school, let alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter. And what’s wrong with that?
Why—you’re all business men here—doesn’t it make them better citizens? Doesn’t it make them better customers? You said that they—what’d you say just a minute ago—they had to wait and save before they even thought of a decent home? Wait! Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them, until they’re so old and broken down that they—do you know how long it takes a working man to save five thousand dollars? Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you’re talking about—they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath?
Anyway my father didn’t think so; people were human beings to him but to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they’re cattle. Well, in my book he died a much richer man than you’ll ever be.”
happy holidays