Zero Tolerance to Plastic Knives

Do I have to explain this one? I’m also not very keen on plastic forks. Especially the little ones packaged within the ready-to-eat salads. This is how it goes.

Imagine a plastic bowl.

Find the tiniest, most awkward to use plastic fork and place it at the bottom of the plastic bowl.

Add a sachet with bunch of croutons and a pouch with sauce (whatever flavour that rocks your taste buds).

Fill the bowl with green leaves, tomatoes, cucumbers and whatnots.

Anyone else sees the problem here?

Not only this whole arrangement doesn’t make any sense, it is also promoting and contributing towards pollution. Plastic is bad! Though I do kinda love it….the contradictions of the modern world…

Friends of the Earth

Landscape

Theoretical Laboratory

Brilliant of pathetic? Neither? Both?

Humans, just figures in headlights and rear-view mirrors:

targets, possessions, poisons.

Trading familiarity for quantity,

no purpose, no own route,

no added aroma.

Weighted down, heave and hard as metal.

…….

Design the new cycle –

Job? Serve, embrace, listen.

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This is what I call fun! Although I ended up with a rather dystopian poem.

I would love to do this in the proper cut-words-our-of-newspapars way but I don’t have any at hand. Instead I used a book (no scissors were called into action). I bought this book about three years ago and is still pristine as the day it came home with me. It is called ‘Periodic Tales: The Curious Lives of the Elements‘ by Hugh Aldersay-Williams. And I have no idea why I haven’t read it yet. I don’t have an explanation.

Writing 201: Landscape

Fingers

The earth is soft, dark and damp

ants clim over my mountainous fingers

I feel a bite – I’m trespassing. 

I brush the soil, gently first,

but I can’t resist the urge.

My fist intrudes the cradle of life –

cold, kissed by the morning dew,

dirt hides behind my fingernails.

I dig deeper but the earth is fighting back

my fingers sting and burn and

I can’t stand the pain anymore.

I withdraw. 

My hand is red and black, the hand

that disturbs the earth. 

Earth is fighting back.

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I was very torn whether or not to include a comment on this poem or not. Especially because instead of talking about the environmental crisis we are in and which I’ve tried to express in my poem – I actually wanted to mention fingers as tools for communication. I did a writing course few year back and there was a girl (whose name I don’t remember and it is driving me absolutely crazy) who was and I guess still is a puppeteer. She also was and I hope still is an amazingly talented poet. I loved her poems. I will never forget a line she wrote ‘my hand is a naked puppet’ and it was the first thing that popped in my head when I read the assignment for today. I’m sure you know someone who ‘talks with their hands’, use them to emphasise emotion and when you are in different country and don’t speak the language – how many times have you used the pointing technique? Fingers have their own voice – whether it is the official sign language or one that we use without even realising.

Writing: Fingers