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Last Words "As a species, we live neither as free and independent individuals, nor
as completely integrated social organisms like the bees. Rather, we live
tribally; and our tribal behaviour is all too often far below the standard of
the best among us. Intelligent we may be as individuals; but as social
collectives we behave churlishly and with ignorance. I think that our inability
to live in harmony with each other and with the Earth comes from this disparity
— from the gap between the power of our human collectives to act, and the
feeble intelligence that directs that action.
James Lovelock, (1991) GOING, GOING by Philip Larkin. (January 1972) I thought it would last my time -
The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and farms, Where the village louts could climb Such trees as were not cut down; I knew there'd be false alarms In the papers about old streets And split level shopping, but some Have always been left so far; And when the old part retreats As the bleak high-risers come We can always escape in the car. Things are tougher than we are, just As earth will always respond However we mess it about; Chuck filth in the sea, if you must: The tides will be clean beyond. - But what do I feel now? Doubt? Or age, simply? The crowd Is young in the M1 cafe; Their kids are screaming for more - More houses, more parking allowed, More caravan sites, more pay. On the Business Page, a score Of spectacled grins approve Some takeover bid that entails Five per cent profit (and ten Per cent more in the estuaries): move Your works to the unspoilt dales (Grey area grants)! And when You try to get near the sea In summer . . . It seems, just now, To be happening so very fast; Despite all the land left free For the first time I feel somehow That it isn't going to last, That before I snuff it, the whole Boiling will be bricked in Except for the tourist parts - First slum of Europe: a role It won't be hard to win, With a cast of crooks and tarts. And that will be The shadows, the meadows, the lanes, The guildhalls, the carved choirs. There'll be books; it will linger on In galleries; but all that remains For us will be concrete and tyres. Most things are never meant. This won't be, most likely; but greeds And garbage are too thick-strewn To be swept up now, or invent Excuses that make them all needs. I just think it will happen, soon.
‘an apprehension of transcendent landscape has profound implications for how we live, for then their exploitation, like our exploitation of each other, becomes sacrilegious as well as immoral… through an appreciation of the imaginative power of landscape, we come face to face with the living reality that is the ground and source of our being…’ In the Preface for the 1930 edition of the CPRE Survey of Cornwall:
The defenders of Penwith will continue to fight all attempts to ravage
and disfigure this most precious part of
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