I travelled by land, did not come by sea, I wasn’t carried by the rippled surface you see today. I slowly walked here a long way following a trail, footprints in the sticky black earth. A syllable by keratin, indentation made in the search for food and water, the edges already crumbling. Nothing was wasted, I made a hunting weapon out of antler bone, Soft skin protected me. We were together, I grateful. All this was mine and it wasn’t an easy life, but I was free to walk where I wanted to and I was full, until the earth shook and the land cursed me, with bruise-coloured water, cold, dark, but not without life. Until I learned new uses for skin, salt settled on me like a sheet. Then I was full again. I was free to float where I wanted to.
I hope you like this new poem I’m sharing with you today. I’m considering this poem as the opening poem in my new book that is coming out in the summer of next year. The book is going to be called Thrutopia, after the term coined by philosopher Rupert Read in an article published on the Huffington Post UK website in 2017.
I never heard the word “Thrutopias” before. Oh my. It makes so much sense after reading that 2017 article (so relevant still), by philosopher Rupert Read.
He says, “But it is too late now for our survival to be pictured in utopian terms in the sense of the society that the changes needed produce being ideal. Grand technological utopias or purely localist utopias are no longer credible, because it is clear that climate chaos is going to reap untold devastation across the planet before we get through it (if we ever do). It is no good any more to put on a happy face and pretend that a brighter-than-bright future awaits us if we get the wicked problem of climate right. Twenty or thirty years ago, maybe, but not now.”
I gasped at reading this.
Then he says, “What are desperately needed, but as yet barely exist, are what I term thrutopias . Thrutopias would be about how to get from here to there, where ‘there’ is far far away in time.
I think Thrutopia is a wonderful name for your upcoming book and the poem is stellar too. Loved it. Loved the phrase about “learning” in the poem. We will need to LEARN so much. Need to be open to LEARN. Thanks for sharing, Conny. The intro to the philosopher and to your blog: priceless. Blessings.
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I hadn’t heard the term before either. Only came across it recently. And yes, it is a bit of a shock to realise that the damage is done, and we’ll have to find a way of living with it. It seems that literature, art and film can show people how to adapt and make small changes for the better without preaching. My book will by no means be a guide. It’s more of a journey, how through my own dealings with personal trauma, I became disenchanted with the current status quo, and how I’m trying to figure out a future path for myself.
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Your book will be something amazing that any of us will do good to support. I feel it. Lovely title. All the best. XoXo
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Thanks so much Selma!
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Loving the sense of journey in this narrative! ❤
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Thank you Jaya!
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I love “a syllable by keratin”. This would be a beautiful, strong lead to that book, which I eagerly await!
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Thank you Sun! I’m enjoying putting poems together and writing for this book. I just hope that I can get the theme across!
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Just this Saturday, I wrote a long poem about Brook Farm in Massachusetts. I know you’ll find it interesting (and a bit funny) 😉
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Those are some of my favorites!
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❤️🌻
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Thanks for sharing this Conny.
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Thanks for reading, Anita!
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Fantastic poem, Conny! Gorgeous imagery, interesting structure, and intriguing story.
This line stood out:
footprints in the sticky black earth
👏🏻
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Thank you for reading Michele! I appreciate your thoughtful comment.
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You are very welcome, Conny. 🌻
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