Showing posts with label climate change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label climate change. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 November 2020

Book Review - What the Turtle Taught Me



I bought Words the Turtle Taught Me by Susan Richardson as a recommendation by Live Canon while I was taking part in their course on writing climate crisis poetry. I'd read/heard one poem from it and thought this was for me. However, I was so bogged down in the world of climate change and reading so many books and articles (as well as poems) about it, that I got to saturation point. I felt I couldn't read anything else. There comes a time when so much reading about and around a subject like the climate crisis when it all becomes too much and you feel rather hopeless about the whole state of affairs. That's where I was at.

Then along came Covid and down days. I began reading through my backlog of books until I came to this one again. Wow! It is good. It is more than a poetry book because after the thirty poems there are notes. The poems were commissioned by the Marine Conservation Society to highlight the Thirty Threatened Species Project. To write the poems Susan attended workshops, lectures, went out on boats to see dolphins and puffins, and researched the species she would be writing about. The second section of the book are comprehensive notes about that process, and how she came to find ways into each poem, The book also has beautiful illustations by Pat Gregory.

The poems are arranged in the order in which they are listed on the register for endangered species from of Least Concern, Data Deficient, Near Threatened, Vulnerable, Endangered and Critically Endangered. The title of the poem doesn't always give away the type of species the poem is about, but under the title is the creature's latin name, so the poem Charmed has the latin name listed as Balaenoptera borealis, which is Sei Whale. 

I love Susan's use of rhyme (not end rhymes necessarily, few of those), but internal rhyme, how words chimed with each other directing the rhythm. Descriptions were visual and often ethereal.

Reading the notes really brought alive the poems, and I will re-read these again with a little more understanding. I found it interesting reading Susan's process of writing each poem. The discussion on how you engage people in the climate crisis and whether poetry has a part to play in it was something discussed in the Climate Crisis poetry course. I always feel that when I talk about the climate/environment I am preaching to the converted, because those who don't engage are usually not the ones who read poetry either! I am not sure how you change the minds of some, but having seen what happened in the early stages of Covid, my theory is sadly they will not do anything until it affects them or their family. Things happening in the ocean, far off lands and to others does not directly impact on them. A line in the poem Brink which is about the plight of Puffins highlights this - It's a sad to see but clearly not my fault away. This and another line - It's a sorry, I just haven't got the time away - really resonated with me.

I'm one of those people who posts quite a lot about the environment on my Facebook page and I always know who will 'like' and those who will just ignore it.  We become horrified at he bush fires in Australia with people fleeing and animals with severe burns, but how many actually did something, changed something in their lives, one small thing that might help to combat climate change?  I think you can tell that I am passionate about these things, and I will not apologise. We all have a responsibility to this planet. We live on it, feed off it and use it. If we don't do it responsibly we will soon be like the Dipturus batis (Common Skate), on the Critically Endangered list.

Saturday, 18 January 2020

New year, new beginnings

The first colour in the garden
This year I intend to do things differently and that means writing will be taking a back seat. It's been coming for a while, the winding down process, but I have to admit that right now the passion for writing is not as strong.

Having said that, I did write a Christmas ghost story. I think this was inspired by reading some in Jeanette Winterson's book about Christmas. That was a jolly good book, by the way. I wrote my story in one go and edited it over the next two days. It now sits on my laptop waiting for the right place to send it.

My poetry challenge moves on and I'm now in week 37. I had a period where I was stuck and asked my Facebook friends for some random words. Two friends came through and I've ended up with a love story poem involving a tandem and a poem about the Australian bush fires, the latter I share with you at the end of this post.

On the climate subject I am reading Extinction Rebellion's Handbook. I knew they were organised just from being around them in London last year, but I never realised just how much thought and planning goes into everything. I bet not many know that at their safe zones they feed anyone who needs food - commuters, homeless, even the police. There is a lot of sympathy from those who have to intervene due to their job. I think before people slag them off for being a nuisance they should read this book. I think they will be surprised.

I have no courses booked this year, which has come as a great shock to my friends! I aim to walk more, visit places, read lots and experience new things. Last year was a particularly tense one and I'm looking to see which way the wind blows this year, go with what seems right and be a bit more impulsive. I feel I might be on a new path, or maybe its just a break from the usual I need. I am, as they say, going with the flow!

The Design Museum, Kensington High Street.
Went to see Moving to Mars exhibition here with my techie son
who made it more interesting because he could answer my questions!

Tip of the Iceberg

And still there were doubters and deniers
as the inferno licked at walls of houses,
destroying everything before it.
Some said it was normal, just a blip
in the season. This was Australia, after all.

And as the fires raged through the bush,
smoke could be seen from space
edging towards New Zealand,
while masked people walked the city
of toxic fumes, praying for rain.

Fires swept people towards the coast
where they waited for boats
to take them to safety,
while ninety-five per cent of Koalas
perished. Bodies of Australia’s
wildlife lay scattered by roadsides,
charred and scarred.

And unbelievers still deny
as the world carries on
imploding around them
in floods and wildfires.

The tip of the iceberg
is melting.

Thursday, 12 December 2019

Poetry, Dear Earth, singing, and ratty news

I am shortly to submit my last climate change poem to Live Canon for feedback, but it won't be the last poem of that nature I will be writing.. In fact this morning while I was sinking my first mug of tea of the day I had an idea for another so I wrote a few verses. I liked the start of it but struggled over the end verse. I put it aside and went back to it later and re-wrote some lines and found a way into the final verse. Now it's set aside to rest.

I've just signed up to Satya Robyn's free e-course For Dear Earth, 28 daily emails to bring you in a closer relationship with earth. Satya is a Buddhist Priest and some years ago I took part in her monthly Small Stone Poems. I am only on day two of the e-course but I am finding it challenging to my emotions. I watched a half hour video made by Extinction Rebellion which was both very informative (fact wise) and scary. This course sits well with the work I've been doing with Live Canon and is making me think about what I do next. While I am making changes in my life, should I be doing more and getting out of my comfort zone? I am certainly still taking small steps in my plastic free life (though I haven't managed to stop other members of the household from buying bottled water yet). I'm trying to lead by example and am working on a solution to my bottle buying son who reckons tap water tastes awful.

One of things that bugs me is the amount of cartons I end up with for my soya milk. Oh for it to come in glass bottles! I'm considering trying to make my own oat milk, but I fear it won't taste the same and then do I have to time to make enough? I recently bought some silicon baking mats in order to reduce the amount if aluminium foil and baking parchment we use, and I've bought a reusable sandwich bag. The other day I used a shampoo soap bar for the first time. However, my hair felt rather sticky. I'll give it another go but I might have to find an alternative. I wish there was a refill shop near me. These things are still taking time but I'm hopeful I can find something nearby soon.

Thinking about Christmas I'm trying to be as eco friendly as possible. I'm giving one friend a Kilner Jar with ingredients for a cake. All she has to add is an egg, water and butter. I've written the recipe out. We always try to re-use Christmas wrapping (my husband spends ages peeling off sellotape), and I often make tags out of old cards. This year I'm making my own Christmas crackers - just enough for one each on the day. I used to do this years ago. I'm just waiting for the pack of 'snaps' to arrive.

This week has all been about singing, but I think this will be the last year I sing outdoors in winter because after a two hour stretch at Waterloo station the cold made me feel so ill. It's not the first time this has happened and I think I need to take notice now. Yesterday was our end of term concert which went well and was fun to do. We had our regular band for some numbers. Our last performance is at Kingston Parish Church on Saturday as part of their Christmas Tree festival.

And back to writing.....I was pleased to see that my poem Milkers was published by Visual Verse on their website this month. It was a prompt I could not refuse!

Oh and we successfully managed to get both Charlie and Ollie out on the sofa together without Ollie Bear (he looks just like a polar bear) biting anyone. He seems to feel less threatened out of the cage. Still not sure whether bonding with Rizzo will happen. The only time Rizzo and Charlie met there was a stand-off, a bit of sniffing and then Rizzo chased Charlie over the sofa and Charlie yipped. Not sure if Rizzo bit him, but certainly there were no marks. Still a way to go!

Charlie

Ollie Bear and Charlie

Charlie

Concert day - taken from the first floor of the Rose Theatre looking
down into the cafe where we performed.



Friday, 1 November 2019

NaBloPoMo - Today: Climate Change and making a difference through words and acts

Apparently it's NaBloPoMo. Considering I haven't posted for nearly a month I'm not sure I'm quite up to a daily post. Still, at least it might get me back into it. Today I thought I'd write about something that has been in the news a lot lately. No, not Brexit! The other one. The one that I think is more important....Climate Change.

At present I am just over half way through at poetry course with Live Canon on writing climate crises poetry. Having written lots of nature poetry and tons on sunrises and sunsets I wondered whether I could do this. Actually, I find the course inspiring and quite often end up with several poems a week, as well as the one that I send in for feedback. The course offers a different theme every week. We've had extinction, movement, protest and this week it is about denial.

I've been banging on about climate change for years. Coming to it via animal conservation and habitat destruction when I joined the World Wide Fund for Nature in my twenties. I've always been one of those people others thought weird for my attitude to animal welfare. My paternal grandmother started it all when she aired her views on circuses when I was a child in the 1960's. When I was older and buying cosmetics I quickly swapped to cruelty-free (which I had to do by mail order in those days! No computers). I finally went veggie in my thirties and now eat 90% vegan in my sixties. I am still signing petitions and voicing my opinion.

Due to all the evidence of what plastic is doing I made a conscious decision this year to ditch plastic where I could. It was now time to find my cruelty-free products in plastic-free containers. As my old brands ran out I set about some research and purchased online. I have successfully swapped moisturiser, toner, toothpaste, make-up removers (& pads), deodorant, lip balm, mascara (refillable), face wash and shampoo (bar), plasters (bamboo), cotton buds, dental floss and sticks. Is it expensive? Yes, in some cases, but I'm allowing myself that luxury because I've never spent the amount I've seen most people spend on face products and the environment is worth it. I am gradually replacing plastic wrap to beeswax or soya and reusing small plastic cosmetic pots as travel pots for my cosmetics/toiletries. I have some reusable veg bags from Lakeland that I take out with me and several reusable cups and cutlery (my Spork even goes on holiday with me).




Refillable mascara

Cleansing pads


My trusty Spork

It's great that supermarkets are waking up. My local Waitrose have finally got compostable bags for their veg (though I still prefer my reusable ones) and Asda are introducing some refill stations. Yet I still find it hard to see so much plastic wrapped veg. It actually offends me.

I have submerged myself into the whole climate thing....reading books and poetry, watching TV documentaries. Certainly one of the most popular genres right now is books about climate change, dystopian novels and nature. One my favourite writers is Peter Wohlleben whose book on trees blew me away. Mike Boyle's The Way Home (I've just bought another of his) is another good one on self-sufficiency, and I have a small pile of other books. I've been enjoying some Dystopian novels too including The Water Cure (Sophia Mackintosh) and Remember Tomorrow (Amanda Saint) and finally got round to reading Brave New World (Aldous Huxley).

I have sympathies with Extinction Rebellion and one day I was up in London on a visit to the National Gallery with an art history class and took the time to mingle with them in Trafalgar Square. It was quite a feeling and I found myself joining in with the chants. There was so much going on and I was reluctant to come away. I spent about an hour and a half there taking photos and observing.



The group of drummers were brilliant - music and chanting!





Police removing an obstruction back to the Trafalgar Square safe zone



It seems my weirdness has become mainstream. Then again I have found some of the predictions quite depressing. All these feelings are being churned out in my poetry. I thought I had my lifestyle sorted. It seems not and it's now constantly on the move. One of the things I've found when speaking to people is the enormity of what is happening and not knowing where to start. Here are a few tips:

No one can do everything. Start with one change and when you get used to it change something else and continue. Invest in a reusable mug and remember to take it with you!

Think before you buy something (such as clothes) Do you need it or want it? There is a big difference. Swap clothes or take to a charity shop and buy from there.

Go litter picking with a local group (or a beach clean).

Use public transport or walk where possible.

Buy from local markets.

Ditch bottled water. Carry your own water bottle. More cafes offer water refills, plus fountains are springing up (sorry!) in places.

Think about Christmas. Don't buy the wrapping that when you scrunch it up it bounces back (the shiny stuff). It's plastic based. Use brown paper and decorate it yourself. Make gift tags out of old Christmas cards. If you have a plastic tree keep it. Ditching it defeats the object because it has to be disposed of. Make your own crackers or buy ones that don't contain plastic. Several places are offering that this year. Buy an Advent Calendar that can be used year after year. A bigger initial outlay but one with pockets or drawers will last a lifetime. Buy wooden toys. Look for ethical toys and make your own presents - bake something. get creative. Much as I realise that buying tons of cards isn't good I can't ditch them. An E-card is just not the same. Buy cards that use recycled paper or are from a responsible source and support your favourite charities. You can reuse some to make your own cards the following year!

Here are some websites I've visited and would recommend. Not all these site offer only plastic-free containers but they do stock a good choice. There are other sites out there too.

https://www.wearthlondon.com/zerowaste-toiletries

https://www.boobalou.co.uk/

https://www.gloworganicbrighton.co.uk/

https://www.naturalcollection.com/

https://whiterabbitskincare.co.uk/pages/about-us

Zero Waste Heroes is a group page on Facebook worth joining. Lots of hints including making your own products.

That's quite enough for one day. Do leave a comment if you feel so inclined. I'd love to hear from you.

Friday, 4 October 2019

Moving on

I get through a lot of pens and notebooks.
Switching to recycled materials seems logical to me.
Since I last posted here I have had my critique on my novel and a couple of weeks to mull things over. The critique was much as I expected in a way. My doubts about it bore out and I think it is time to put this one to bed for a while now. I've worked with it for too many years and am too close to the character and the story to yet take it apart. Some parts are easier to rectify than others but I am lacking is a hook and a more gripping beginning. That said my character is rather unlikable though I like him immensely! By changing him I'm afraid I will lose who he is. However, there are better things, apparently I'd got his voice and I have a lively way of writing.

The main problem with this novel is that I started it without a plan. When I began writing it I wasn't even sure if it was going to be a novel. Then once I realised it was going somewhere I had to plot. It's all been done backwards in a way. Maybe this is one that will be for my eyes only. I'm certainly not in a position to do anything with it now.

So, what's next on the agenda? Not novel writing. I'm not sure I have the stamina for the long haul and I don't think my ideas are strong enough. I have decided to forget publication as such for a while and just enjoy writing. I love my writing group and enjoy being with them. There is so much laughter between the buzz of timed free writing sessions. And I am still doing my write-a-poem-a-day-for-a-year challenge. Today I move into week twenty-two. And because poetry writing is my first love I signed up to write climate crisis poetry with Live Canon. This is a twelve week online course with a group (like a forum for students to chat and get feedback) and Live Canon will give personal feedback on the poems submitted. I am really enjoying this. It's been a long time since I have had feedback on my poetry and I am finding it very constructive.

Two books I have recently read
I am also going to lots of author events. The first one was in a local library where William Shaw and Mark Hill (both crime writers) were speaking. It was a lovely evening. I have read books by both authors and they obviously know each other very well as they sparked off one another. It was a lovely evening.
On offer on the night....couldn't resist!

October is always Wimbledon Book Fest, two weeks of events. Last night I went along to the opening night at Wimbledon Library to hear Joanne Harris in conversation. I've read all Joanne's books and her latest The Strawberry Thief is the fourth in the Chocolat series. Joanne was very entertaining to listen to and I shall look forward to reading the next instalment of Vianne and her daughters.





I have tickets for three more events which all take place in a number of tents on Wimbledon Common. The next one for me is on Saturday afternoon after which I have to rush off to take part in a charity concert in Kingston. I am going to miss the pre-concert rehearsal but hopefully arrive in time to sing with the choir. I believe we are first on!

Sunday week I'm off to Belfast with my husband for three nights, a break I booked back in November last year as part of a Black Friday deal. Getting quite excited now.

A day late, here is my poem for National Poetry Day. It is based on my writing session with the writing group on Tuesday.


Writing Session

I see the streak of lightning through the café window
and soon rain bounces off the pavement like marbles
while I scribble away in my notebook on the theme
of plasters!

A sticky little number in a heavy atmosphere bearing
down in charcoal clouds, and my head and wrist ache
while minutes tick by amid sounds of pages turning
and words hastily written.

And here I am under the thunderbolts and teeming rain
writing about a cut, a magic plaster and time shifts,
the meeting between dead and alive siblings - one
offering forgiveness.

Yet none of us can plaster the cracks where water
comes in, where drips feed buckets and enter windows;
we have no time for distractions because our characters
are feeding off our darkest thoughts.


Sunday, 8 September 2019

Late summer update

Found this on the pier in Worthing this week.
Well, I never knew that!
Well, that's August gone! I completed the Live Canon Poetry Treasure Hunt and have one of their Anthologies winging its way to me. My own poetry challenge has moved into the 18th week. One day I could think of nothing to write at all, so I wrote about that! I sent out the most submissions I've ever done (I think). It was a no from Mslexia (as usual) over my short story for the Journeys theme, and I've had another rejection on another short story. However, I have been published by Visual Verse again this month, and I'm really chuffed about this flash story. You can read it here.

I've been told the critique for my novel will arrive by the 20th of this month, so if you don't hear from me for a while it may well be because I'm crying in a dark room.

Having enjoyed the Live Canon event last month I've signed up for their course on writing climate change poetry which starts in a couple of weeks time. I've been a warrior for the planet since before it became the most talked about thing (apart from Brexit). Back when I was in my twenties I was asking people to sign petitions and doing my bit for a kinder planet. Yet although I have written a few poems about certain aspects of earth's destruction I struggle with how to go about it, especially how not to be preachy. So I will learn from those who have done it and try and write my own. It will be a challenge.

Happy writing folks.