I ran across this book “Can Poetry save the Earth” by John Felstiner. I find it fascinating to think of poetry saving the earth. If it could do that, why? This nags at me—no one wants to destroy the earth, no one wants to live where you can’t breath the air and on and on—at least no one I’ve ever met does. So why does it happen? By accident, thoughtlessness, greed? I have dwelled on this a long time, since we lived in New York in a artsy dangerous drug ridden neighborhood—I don’t have the answer. But I have come to believe that we won’t destroy the earth, the earth, the energy that somehow pervades everything has a way of balancing things, it might take a long time for the earth to recover and whether or not we will be here I do question. Antibiotics becoming ineffective—what will that do to our population? Strange weather, then even stranger weather. Everything we have here is so beautiful, we would never know the beauty without it’s contrast which forces us to see what we have—and make a choice. For me the bigger question is can we live in harmony with the earth? To me the arts are like the soul of a culture, priceless in the direction it takes us.
While I’m here walking this earth though, I will cherish every bit of it and continue to hope that humanity can realize it’s full potential. I think we can……if we try.