When Writers Rebel asked me to come up with a few words that could speak to a world on the verge of environmental catastrophe, I had a minor crisis of my own. The facts are horrific, the evidence overwhelming, but still we carry on as if there were no crisis looming. What can you say to people who either don’t want to hear or think they have heard enough? And what can you say that does not paralyse with the sheer scale of the problem? In the end I wrote a two-line poem composed of just twelve words. The words were photosynthesised on grass grown on hessian and floated on the Thames by the artists ...
There are approximately 498 more words in this article.
To read the rest of this article, please buy this issue, or join the Resurgence Trust. As a member you will receive access to the complete archive of magazines from May 1966.
If you are already a member, please Sign in
