Running for Your Life: Rachel Carson on My Mind

Okay. Here’s to Rachel Carson. “Silent Spring” Lady. Time to shout out loud.

It was “Silent” in 1960 (I was five years old) when her startingly beautifully written and unbelievably prescient book was published.

She, equally presciently, died from cancer in 1964.

Here’s, also, to Library of America, which has chosen season (actually Spring 2018) to publish,
“Silent Spring and Other Writings on the Environment” by Rachel Carson.

Here’s also to the London Review of Books for publishing in its June 6 edition a review by Meehan Crist.

Here are three samples from  Crist’s review: 

1/ Human activity has led to the stripmallification of nature: complex forest ecosystems are cleared to make way for fields of a single crop; grasslands and wetlands are paved over for the expansion of roads and cities; non-native species – carried from here to there by humans – eat the local food and kill the local young and homogenise formerly diverse landscapes as effectively as any bulldozer; whole animal populations already poisoned by pesticides and pollution are hunted or fished to a ghostly semblance of their former density, and their absence in turn damages the ecosystems in which they once thrived.

2/ Sperm counts in men around the world have dropped by 50 per cent in the last four decades – men today are half as fertile as their grandfathers were. If this downward trend continues, as it seems to be doing, humanity may be incapable of unassisted reproduction within decades. 

3/ A capitalist system built on the plunder of the natural world must inevitably be threatened by a grassroots movement to stop that plunder.

Yes, folks. Time to shout out loud.

Next: Running for Your Life: Routine 66

Running for Your Life: Falafel Guy

Falafel guy is wearing
A T-shirt
That says
I’m OK
The meals he prepares
Are delicious, ample
And a quarter the price
Of Midtown cafes that pony up
The Trumpist lease money
To keep their doers open.

Still, I’ve yet to see a line
Form behind me when
He is busy with fixing
The chicken tikka: ripe tomato slice,
Fresh salad greens, cucumber
Slab, generous slather of homemade relish,
White sauce, squirt-ropes of hot sauce.

I like your T-shirt, I say.
Thank you, he says with an
Open smile. Then a blessing in Arabic,
In his business, which is neither popular nor original,
He thanks God every day.
People live on the street, he says.
When I see them like that how can I
Not thank God for what I have?
Then he utters a second Arabic blessing
Before we exchange honest wishes
That the other has a great day.

Next: Running for Your Life: Rachel Carson on My Mind

Running for Your Life: Like a Fading Shadow

There is something about Lisbon that makes for a character.

In the case of LAFS, a place where James Earl Ray managed to jet off to in the snaggle-toothed aftermath of Ray’s murder of Martin Luther King Jr. Also a place where almost twenty years later Antonio Munoz Molina, author of the novel “Like a Fading Shadow,”soaks in the sea air, the unchanging street feel of the Portuguese capital.

What’s reduced here is a labyrinthine dream, a plumbing of the human soul that sets judgment aside for an animal watchfulness. We are dumbstruck in the modern age to fathom, let alone give shape to the drumbeat thump in the mind of a cold-blooded killer, this one perhaps the most famous to ever land on the FBI’s most wanted list.

Next: Running for Your Life: The Falafel Guy