by bardobailey » Sun Jan 13, 2013 8:21 am
Nordic. I saw that film. I think it was an adaptation of a P.D. James novel which I read a while before the movie. I think the premise there was that humans had become incapable of reproducing, but the world itself was in no implied immediate danger of extinction/calamitous destruction.
It's true I was a drama queen at 18. We were prepared by our fringed leather jacketed fu Manchu toting professor with a month's worth of reading and discussion on the whole issue of spaceship earth, industrial revolution, population overshoot, technological advances skewing nature's balance of life and death, the death impulse on a societal scale and whatever else we could dredge up as 1970's sociological wisdom. I was so impressed by Fuller as a person and a thinker that I read all of his available writings during that school term. I kept up with him and his writing and attended one his last public talks in Boulder at Mackie Auditorium a few months before his death. Spoke with him briefly after the lecture. What a guy.
I won't argue about having "conceded". I have never thought of the decision to remain childless that way, but, what point are you trying to make by emphasizing it? I helped raise step-children, I have dearly loved grandchildren. I didn't project myself into the future, but I lived through it without regret, doing my best. I just never, ever, thought thru my 60 years that I might live to see the end of things for us. I keep reading and searching out videos online on the wider topic, looking for things to modify Dr. Mcpherson's dire assessments, but what I'm finding in the most recent batch of stuff (from the last month or two) doesn't look good. The feedback mechanisms in several different climate related processes seem to be ampliflying their instability. Some of this amplification is not predicted and up to now is not included in the projected scenarios. The year of 2012 may be the beginning of crazy fluctuations in weather patterns that will just continue being unpredictable (for awhile) and more extreme, as the feedback amplification accelerates.
Pushing thru the market
Square
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over,
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
Drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got
Five years by David Bowe
Doesn't it just seem impossible? Maybe time did stop the moment we knew it was all over.