Of the sea
Feb. 17th, 2005 10:36 amAfter all my earnestness yesterday, I had no intention of writing anything even remotely well-meaning for the next month. This morning, I decided to whip through my friends list before attacking loadsawork (I am better you see! Ha ha! *hack gack*)only to find, via
thomryng's post, this link from
captainweasel.
http://www.american.edu/TED/MINAMATA.HTM
I am so shocked by this. I am a great believer in putting things right; cut-down forests make me very sad, but some part of me hopes and believes we will replant. The desert is a garden but for water. But what f*ckwit poisons the sea? Where do they think this stuff is going to go?
Greed is bad enough, its inevitable combination with stupidity is terrifying. What do you do about someone who will poison sea-life to get money in his/her wallet, in order to buy...to buy what? The base of the food chain is made toxic. The birds and fish are poisoned. What's the fool going to eat?
I feel less anger, but also a certain inexorable practicality when I hear of fishing villages on the coast protesting about fishing quotas. No, I don't want to see their way of life become redundant; I love boats, and harbours, I love fresh fish sold off the quay. But in certain areas the cod are being fished to oblivion. It's a case of cutting quotas now or finding new jobs in a few years time, with cod off the menu forever. No-one wants this.
I don't want to write about the sea like this. I want to write about it as inspiration, in its beauty and moods, its infinite variety. In art or science, in emotion or fact, what aspect of the Sea lacks wonder?
As usual, I feel helpless and useless in the face of real life, and write this here in the hope that some answers come to me.
I'm a dreamer really; One of my way-out-theres has always been to put together an anthology of oceanic stories/songs/poetry and get it published, with all profits going solely towards the recovery of the Big Blue. But I can't imagine a publisher who would want it, and where's the market for it? The sea is to be experienced rather than talked about.
Enough, I am writing myself into a funk. I am going to go away and come back when I have something pointless to say.
http://www.american.edu/TED/MINAMATA.HTM
I am so shocked by this. I am a great believer in putting things right; cut-down forests make me very sad, but some part of me hopes and believes we will replant. The desert is a garden but for water. But what f*ckwit poisons the sea? Where do they think this stuff is going to go?
Greed is bad enough, its inevitable combination with stupidity is terrifying. What do you do about someone who will poison sea-life to get money in his/her wallet, in order to buy...to buy what? The base of the food chain is made toxic. The birds and fish are poisoned. What's the fool going to eat?
I feel less anger, but also a certain inexorable practicality when I hear of fishing villages on the coast protesting about fishing quotas. No, I don't want to see their way of life become redundant; I love boats, and harbours, I love fresh fish sold off the quay. But in certain areas the cod are being fished to oblivion. It's a case of cutting quotas now or finding new jobs in a few years time, with cod off the menu forever. No-one wants this.
I don't want to write about the sea like this. I want to write about it as inspiration, in its beauty and moods, its infinite variety. In art or science, in emotion or fact, what aspect of the Sea lacks wonder?
As usual, I feel helpless and useless in the face of real life, and write this here in the hope that some answers come to me.
I'm a dreamer really; One of my way-out-theres has always been to put together an anthology of oceanic stories/songs/poetry and get it published, with all profits going solely towards the recovery of the Big Blue. But I can't imagine a publisher who would want it, and where's the market for it? The sea is to be experienced rather than talked about.
Enough, I am writing myself into a funk. I am going to go away and come back when I have something pointless to say.
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Date: 2005-02-17 11:48 am (UTC)Fair enough we don't want an entire planet of desert (an entire planet of dessert on the other hand...) but there is beauty and wonder to be found amongst the salt and the sand of a desert just as much as there is in the more verdant parts of our landscape.
And if you haven't seen it yet and can get hold of a copy, I think you will greatly enjoy watching Luc Besson's Atlantis: some amazing footage of sea-life set to music by Eric Serra. It's an awe-inspiring film and absolutely beautiful; made by a man absolutely in love with the sea and it shows.
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Date: 2005-02-17 12:00 pm (UTC)I will keep a look out for Atlantis, it sounds beautiful.
I am trying not to see the polar ice caps as crumbling pavlovas ruined by raspberries. You should not put these ideas into the heads of mad potes you know!
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Date: 2005-02-17 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-17 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-17 01:54 pm (UTC)Most of the material I have read has focused on whitefish suppliers protesting at the quota cuts, not because someone else will take the fish, but because it puts the industry through such hard times. I understand their dismay, but what other option is there, if people want to be fishing for cod 20 years from now?
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Date: 2005-02-17 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-18 03:54 am (UTC)Sounds like a perfectly marketable project to me. After all, who wouldn't prefer to be deep in a memory of the ocean on a weekday morning (even if it's someone else's) rather than wondering if your fellow commuter is ever going to blow their nose? Will prod Dad if you want: he used to be commisioning editor for [mumble] and they'll probably listen to him.
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Date: 2005-02-18 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-18 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-18 03:09 pm (UTC)Do you have a private email address?
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Date: 2005-02-18 08:58 pm (UTC)