The Quote Garden ™

I dig old books. ™

Est. 1998
Quotations about the Environment,
Pollution, Climate Change, Conservation,
Ecology, Ecocide, Environmentalism,
Quotes for Earth Day, etc.
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ADVERSITY,
AMERICA,
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CENSORSHIP,
CIVILIZATION,
CONSUMERISM,
ELECTRIC VEHICLES,
GOVERNMENT,
HEALTH,
HELPING,
HISTORY,
HONOR,
HOT WEATHER,
HUMAN BEINGS,
LEADERSHIP,
LIGHT POLLUTION,
NATURE,
NEW NORMAL,
PANDEMICS,
PLANT-BASED DIETS,
POLITICS,
RESPONSIBILITY,
SCIENCE,
SIMPLICITY,
SOCIETY,
TREES,
VOTING,
WATER,
WEATHER
If wilderness is outlawed, only outlaws can save wilderness. ~Edward Abbey
Man changes the face of the earth much more rapidly than nature does... ~Joseph Wood Krutch, Grand Canyon, 1958
Men and nature must work hand in hand. The throwing out of balance of the resources of nature throws out of balance also the lives of men. ~Franklin Delano Roosevelt, 1935
...The bergs dismembered to the earth would fall,
And ruin's deadly blight come over all...
...whose lives had never known
Of any climate harsher than their own...
~Ellsworth R. Bathrick, Beauty on Ice: A Thrilling Tale of a Ruined Realm, 1899
The earth throbs; the hollyhocks faint away, opening their mouths for water; the sturdy oak flutters... and Dame Nature is gasping for breath like an old lady whose stays are too tight for dancing. ~"The Age of Monsters," George Cruikshank's Table-book, 1869, edited by Gilbert Abbott À Beckett [context: Monster Concert at the Surrey Zoological Gardens —tg]
While nature melted, superstition raved! ~Edward Young
The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space. ~Edward Abbey
Man's notion of barrenness is commercial. I often thank God that there are wildernesses left, wild spots where profit has no dominion. ~Henry James Slack (1818–1896), The Ministry of the Beautiful, "Conversation III: The Oak-wood," 1850
God bless America. Let's save some of it. ~Edward Abbey
Recycling is sexy. ~Keith Wynn
There is force enough in ordinary sunshine to turn all the mills in the world... ~John Jay Chapman, Practical Agitation, 1900
Man has created some beautiful things — sculptures, paintings, vases and, occasionally, a building. But such beautiful things are few by comparison with the ugliness he is responsible for... ~Joseph Wood Krutch, Grand Canyon, 1958
the world we abuse
roasting us like marshmallows
in a fire we lit
~Terri Guillemets, "Inflame," 2023
The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature. ~Edward Abbey
Whenever you "control" one aspect of the natural balance, you find to your dismay that another has got out of hand. ~Joseph Wood Krutch, Grand Canyon, 1958
My troubles, although some arise from inside,
Are mostly from parasites perched on my hide,
Who squabble and bicker and kick up a din,
Or fire off their pop-guns and pepper my skin,
Or yelp at each other and threaten to fight;
My life very often has been far from bright,
But all things considered my chances are fair,
To see many happy returns of the year.
~Kenneth Alfred Evelyn Alexander (c.1890–1953), "The Old Identity," in The New Zealand Railways Magazine, 1930 January 1st [says Old Father Earth —tg]
...the earth air was so heavy with the poison smoke of cities... ~George M. P. Baird, "The Theft of Thistledown: A Faery Interlude," 1915
The basic science is not physics or mathematics but biology — the study of life. We must learn to think both logically and bio-logically. ~Edward Abbey
Man has too long forgotten that the earth was given to him for usufruct alone, not for consumption, still less for profligate waste... But man is everywhere a disturbing agent. Wherever he plants his foot, the harmonies of nature are turned to discords. The proportions and accommodations which insured the stability of existing arrangements are overthrown. Indigenous vegetable and animal species are extirpated, and supplanted by others of foreign origin, spontaneous production is forbidden or restricted, and the face of the earth is either laid bare or covered with a new and reluctant growth of vegetable forms, and with alien tribes of animal life. ~George P. Marsh, Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, 1864
You probably do not know how many valuable things you are putting into your waste-basket. ~“A Hundred Thoughts,” Every Where, June 1909, Brooklyn, New York, conducted by Will Carleton
...there is no such thing as infinity in any of the natural resources of the earth. ~Frank O. Lowden, 1925
...vast and gloomy cities vomit their poisonous breath. ~Edward Howard Griggs, "Time Sweeps On," 1898
But it is certain that man has done much to mould the form of the earth's surface, though we cannot always distinguish between the results of his action and the effects of purely geological causes; that the destruction of the forests, the drainage of lakes and marshes, and the operations of rural husbandry and industrial art have tended to produce great changes in the hygrometric, thermometric, electric, and chemical condition of the atmosphere... that the myriad forms of animal and vegetable life, which covered the earth when man first entered upon the theatre of a nature whose harmonies he was destined to derange, have been, through his action, greatly changed in numerical proportion, sometimes much modified in form and product, and sometimes entirely extirpated. ~George P. Marsh, Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, 1864
We are living too fast—yea, we are consuming the blessings given us, at a rate that may leave future generations to sit out in the cold and freeze to death. ~W.A. Pryal, "Lumber for Hives: Some Interesting Data on the Way Lumber is being Cut and Exported from this Country; the Giant Trees; California Redwood," Gleanings in Bee Culture, 1904 August 1st [Or, bake to death in the heat. —tg]
Such a beautiful world God gave to us,
With its sunshine, its trees and flowers;
And fleecy white clouds and the skies of blue,
Its rainbows and April showers!
Such a beautiful world, a gift so rare,
That was given to us at birth;
But man has abused this great gift from God,
This wondrous, colorful earth!
He is so filled with his craving for power,
And earthly possessions, while here...
But some day he'll waken to what he's lost,
In his scramble for gold to keep;
His eyes will be opened and he'll be sad,
For as he has sowed he will reap!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham (1880–1971), "Such a Beautiful World"
It is horrifying that we have to fight our own Government to save our environment. ~Ansel Adams, interview with David Sheff, published March 1983
It is essential that we should form a clear idea of the dominating characteristics of the African system of land tenure... [N]ot only is there a real system of African tenure, but it is an infinitely better, sounder and healthier system than that which the British people tolerate and suffer from in their own country. To most Englishmen this statement will appear absurd. It is, however, strictly accurate, and it is not too much to say that if the African system of land tenure existed in England, the English people would be a happier people and... a more prosperous people... "I conceive that land belongs to a vast family, of which many are dead, few are living, and countless numbers are yet unborn." That picturesque phrase, which fell from the lips of a dignified African ruler, examined by the West African Lands Committee, symbolises the entire philosophy of African social life, political, economic and spiritual. The fundamental conception underlying native tenure all over Africa (with a few reputed exceptions) where the white man has not undermined or destroyed it, is that land, like air and water, is God-given; that every individual within the community has a right to share in its bounties provided he carries out his social and political obligations to the community of which he forms part; that in the community as a whole is vested the ownership of the land, and that consequently the individual member of the community cannot permanently alienate the land he occupies and uses... ~E. D. Morel, "Administrative Problems and the Land," The Black Man's Burden, 1920
the wilderness died
of a broken heart—
from bad decisions and
evil battles of grown men
~Terri Guillemets, "Killing nature," 2019, blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005, pages 47–49
Humanity is on the march, earth itself is left behind. Great changes will occur. Although we cannot yet forecast them all, we know at least that Lady Luck and Mother Nature, the twin governesses of humanity's infancy, no longer will call the tune... Our destiny is in our own hands. ~David Ehrenfeld, "Myth," The Arrogance of Humanism, 1978
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. One fancies a heart like our own must be beating in every crystal and cell, and we feel like stopping to speak to the plants and animals as friendly fellow-mountaineers. Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go... ~John Muir, 1869, My First Summer in the Sierra
When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. ~Terri Guillemets
If then the air can so easily become vitiated, what must its condition be in such places, especially in towns, where so many causes combine to corrupt it! That is why town's people like so much to go into the country, there to breathe a purer and healthier air whereby better blood and in general better humours are formed. ~Sebastian Kneipp, Thus Shalt Thou Live: Hints and Advice for the Healthy and the Sick on a Simple and Rational Mode of Life and a Natural Method of Cure, 1889, translated from the 19th German edition
Air.— In the country an emanation from the pure sky, perfumed by the flowery earth; in London a noxious compound of fog, smoke, putridity, and villainous exhalations. ~"Specimens of a Patent Pocket Dictionary, For the use of those who wish to understand the meaning of things as well as words," The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 1824
WILD
is beautiful
wild is free —
wilderness is not
an empty canvas
for Man to do
what he will —
wilderness is
an already full canvas
painted by God
~Terri Guillemets, "WILD’ness," 2019
I don't agree with you in saying that in all human minds there is poetry. Man as he came from the hand of his Maker was poetic in both mind and body, but the gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual. ~John Muir, letter to John B. McChesney, 1871 September 19th, from Yosemite (University of the Pacific Library Holt-Atherton Special Collections, © 1984 Muir-Hanna Trust)
The Three Great Sins to which our Woes are traced
Are Cruelty and Laziness and Waste.
~Arthur Guiterman, "Of Reproof," A Poet's Proverbs, 1924
like wild animals, I am happy hiding
the artificial frightens my being —
but it is time to fight for the earth
~Terri Guillemets, "Fight for our lives," 2019, scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005, pages 150–151
The indictment is long, too long. You could spend a lifetime discovering and enumerating man's ecological mistakes and still have only scratched the surface of the problem. There are detrimental practices going on now whose effects won't be known for generations. By the same token, the results of some reforms instituted now will not be known for generations.
It is human nature to get tired of working for something when you don't see any results. So along with learning to conserve we will have to learn patience. It won't be easy... But there is one reason to believe concerted efforts to save the earth will succeed. Man's consumptive genius is matched only by his instinct for self-preservation. ~Ken Sekaquaptewa and Candy St. Jacques, “22 april 1970 — earth day,” Sahuaro, 1970, yearbook of the Associated Students of Arizona State University
Oh, I'm all for rockets
And worlds cold or hot,
But I'm wild in love
With the planet we've got!
~Frances Frost, "Valentine for Earth," The Little Naturalist, 1959
[I]t is but recently that... public attention has been half awakened to the necessity of restoring the disturbed harmonies of nature... and.. not abusing it. ~George P. Marsh, Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, 1864
Where man has conquered nature dies;
We shift some slender-growing pine
From out her own familiar skies
Where-under forests fall and rise,
To pots and gardens, then repine
That where man conquers nature dies.
The atmosphere that round her lies
Bears not the light that used to shine
From out her own familiar skies,
She is a stranger. So our eyes
Run o'er the world and seek a sign!
If where man conquers nature dies
What is our earthly paradise?
Will nature there withhold the wine
That from her own familiar skies
She used to pour? Do we devise
A garden earth and say, in fine,
Where man has conquered nature dies
From out her own familiar skies?
~Philip Henry Savage (1868–1899)
The once modest little homes tucked into wild, scruffy lots here are mostly gone, replaced by giant houses in sterile yards ruthlessly landscaped to the very edge. ~Margaret Renkl, The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year, 2023, margaretrenkl.com
...What are the natural features which make a township handsome? A river, with its waterfalls and meadows, a lake, a hill, a cliff or individual rocks, a forest, and ancient trees standing singly. Such things are beautiful; they have a high use which dollars and cents never represent. If the inhabitants of a town were wise, they would seek to preserve these things, though at a considerable expense; for such things educate far more than any hired teachers, preachers, or any system of school education at present organized. Far the handsomest thing I saw in Boxboro was its noble oak wood. I doubt if there is a finer one in Massachusetts. Let the town keep it a century longer, and men will make pilgrimages to it from all parts of the country. And yet it would be very like the rest of New England if Boxboro were ashamed of that wood-land. I have since learned, however, that she is contented to let that forest stand, instead of the houses and farms that might supplant it, because the land pays a much larger tax to the town now than it would then. I said to myself, if the history of the town is written, the chief stress is probably laid on its parish, and there is not one word about the forest in it. It would be worth while if in each town a committee were appointed to see that the beauty of the town received no detriment. If we have the biggest bowlder in the country, then it should not belong to an individual, nor be made into a door-step. As in many countries precious metals belong to the crown, so here more precious natural objects of rare beauty should belong to the public... I think that the top of Mt. Washington should not be private property; it should be but an opportunity for modesty and reverence, or if only to suggest that earth has higher uses than we commonly put her to…
Thus we behave like oxen in a flower garden. The true fruit of nature can only be plucked with a delicate hand not bribed by any earthly reward, and a fluttering heart. No hired man can help us to gather this crop. How few ever get beyond feeding, clothing, sheltering, and warming themselves in this world, and begin to treat themselves as intellectual and moral beings… Most men, it seems to me, do not care for Nature, and would sell their share in all her beauty, as long as they may live, for a stated sum. Thank God, men cannot as yet fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth. We are safe on that side for the present. ~Henry David Thoreau, journal, 1861 January 3rd
The vast forests of the United States and Canada cannot long resist the improvident habits of the backwoodsman and the increased demand for lumber... It is a great misfortune to the American Union that the State Governments have so generally disposed of their original domain to private citizens. It is true that public property is not sufficiently respected in the United States... Under such circumstances, it is difficult to protect the forest... For the prevention of plunder and damage, the American people must look to enlightened self interest. ~George P. Marsh, Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, 1864 [a little altered —tg]
Nature and wildlife
are gradually vanishing
like in the photograph
from Back to the Future —
our future is vanishing too
but we have no hundred
and thirty horsepower
gas-fired time machine
to go back and fix it.
~Terri Guillemets, "Flux capacity," 2023
The end of days is an event I believe we're actually going to create for ourselves... The earth itself won't be destroyed. There's not a meteor shower out there with our name on it... From ancient civilizations to today's experts, we've been warned over and over and over again: if we don't take care of this sacred home we've been given, it won't be able to provide us with shelter, food, and comfort any longer, just as surely as a house we abuse and neglect will be condemned as unfit for human habitation sooner or later... Sometimes you'd think that we're all a bunch of teenagers, left unsupervised in the house while our parents are away. ~Sylvia Browne, End of Days: Predictions and Prophecies about the End of the World, 2008
In those days the water was clear and clean, and I could drink it without fear of being poisoned by industrial fallout and agricultural spray. ~R. D. Lawrence, "Matilda," A Shriek in the Forest Night: Wilderness Encounters, 1996
Mother Earth is very near to man. From her we get food; upon her we lie down. We live and walk on her. We could not exist without Mother Earth. ~"Pawnee Beliefs," Myths and Legends of the Great Plains, selected and edited by Katharine Berry Judson," 1913
The environment will take its toll on our immune systems, there’s no doubt about it. It's karmic, really, the earth’s way of paying us back for all the abuse and neglect — still another reason we’ve got to start treasuring and nurturing this planet if we ever expect it to do the same for us again. There will be dramatic increases in fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue syndrome, sterility and infertility, and countless, virtually untraceable allergies. It’s probably also a form of payback that we’ll be more vulnerable than ever to diseases carried by unhealthy animals... These illnesses and plagues will hit hard and very suddenly, much more quickly than scientists and researchers can keep up with them, let alone conquer them. ~Sylvia Browne, “The End of Days Through My Eyes,” End of Days: Predictions and Prophecies about the End of the World, 2008
Nature, left undisturbed, so fashions her territory as to give it almost unchanging permanence of form, outline, and proportion, except when shattered by geological convulsions; and in these comparatively rare cases of derangement, she sets herself at once to repair the superficial damage, and to restore, as nearly as practicable, the former aspect of her dominion... The fact is that, of all organic beings, man alone is to be regarded as essentially a destructive power... Man pursues his victims with reckless destructiveness; and, while the sacrifice of life by the lower animals is limited by the cravings of appetite, he unsparingly persecutes, even to extirpation, thousands of organic forms which he cannot consume. ~George P. Marsh, Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, 1864
Many beautiful areas in many parts of the Southwest are far less accessible and far less frequented than Grand Canyon. Some of them I have visited again and again during the course of twenty years but never without seeing some evidence of human activity which had diminished or destroyed things I had come to enjoy. Something precious had disappeared because it could not coexist with energetic exploitation...
The world grows more crowded year by year and at an ever increasing rate. Men push farther and farther in their search for "resources" to be exploited, even for more mere space to occupy. Increasingly they tend to think of the terrestrial globe as their earth. They never doubt their right to deal with it as they think fit — and what they think fit usually involves the destruction of what nature has thought fit during many millions of years. ~Joseph Wood Krutch, Grand Canyon, 1958
Consider us, Creation!
Though you took patient eras beyond counting to create us,
Somehow we are enough detached from you, and from your purpose,
To look back, and laugh...
Consider how your bad children get around you…
We put our fingers to our noses and wiggle them at you...
We tear our Earth up...
You think to darken us with the night, so we light lamps...
Are we not cynical, uproarious, obscene and impudent?
Do we not proclaim ourselves the top-notch of the world?...
Already the wizened stars must be worried, dumb-founded,
To catch that raucous cackle and chortle from the worthless Earth...
That noise of relatives eating ham sandwiches after the funeral is over...
~James Oppenheim, "Laughter," War and Laughter, 1916
We do not inherit the Earth from our fathers, we are borrowing it from our children. ~David R. Brower (1912–2000), browercenter.org, foe.org [Per Brower, this is from an interview he did in a noisy North Carolina bar, while on his third martini. In his 1995 book Let the Mountains Talk, Let the Rivers Run: A Call to Those Who Would Save the Earth he wrote that the words were too conservative for him. "We're not borrowing from our children, we're stealing from them — and it's not even considered to be a crime. Let that be my epitaph, when I need it." Garson O'Toole, The Quote Investigator, has done great research on this quotation to find similar previous statements by Oscar Wilde, 1882, and Wendell Berry, 1971. See: quoteinvestigator.com/2013/01/22/borrow-earth —tg]
In the years since the Industrial Revolution, we humans have been partying pretty hard. We've ransacked most of the Earth for resources... We are living off the natural capital of the planet, the principal, and not the interest. The soil, the seas, the forests, the river, and the protective atmospheric cover — all are being depleted. It was a grand binge, but the hangover is now upon us, and it will soon be throbbing.
To our unborn children, it will seem that we did, indeed, burn books to get light, burn furniture to run air-conditioning, and burn arbors to warm ourselves... The solution is simple: We must go back to the world's ravaged places and bind up the wounds we've inflicted. We must do our best to restore the natural world to something like it was 200 years ago, before we monkeywrenched nature. We must redesign our cities at the same time. Otherwise, we are out of here.
I believe this to be the most important challenge we face on Earth. Old, tired, me-first thinking won't do it. There is still time for the contrivers in America to come up with a better answer before the harm becomes irreparable. ~David R. Brower (1912–2000), "CPR for the Earth: An Invitation," Let the Mountains Talk, Let the Rivers Run: A Call to Those Who Would Save the Earth, 1995, browercenter.org, foe.org [This book was printed on kenaf, an acid-free paper made entirely from the hibiscus plant. It was written with Steve Chapple. —tg]
Every Day Is Earth Day for Geologists. As geologists who daily carry out our responsibilities in the subject defined as "the science of the earth," we were particularly pleased that our Nation finally saw fit to observe an Earth Day. It was long overdue that recognition and consideration be extended to the small sphere which is our home, our source of life and nourishment. My concern is that Earth Day should not have been a once and only occasion, nor a once a year affair which, like Mother's Day, is so conveniently disregarded the rest of the year by so many. We sincerely hope that Earth Day 1970 will have marked the formal beginning of a great public awakening to the problems and needs of wise use and effective management of our lithosphere, our hydrosphere, and our atmosphere — better known as our land, our water, and our air.
For the most part the Earth Day meetings and pronouncements highlighted the pollution of our earth environments. Very properly it was pointed out that humanity faces calamity if the present rate of air and water pollution continue... [A]side from cleaning up, a determined program must be initiated which will prevent new pollution to our environment. This will require new equipment, new procedures, new regulations, and money to pay for it all. The extra cost will not be pleasant — extra costs never are — but the importance is so great and the stakes so high that the costs must be accepted. It is hoped that Earth Day may have helped to recognize and accept such responsibility. ~Arthur A. Socolow (1921–2013), "From the Desk of the State Geologist," Pennsylvania Geology, June 1970
We are trapped by our conditioning in a world of steel and plastic, asphalt and concrete. We are removed from the earth and getting farther and farther from it daily. ~Tom Brown, Jr.
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. ~E. B. White, 1956
Many circumstances conspire to invest with great present interest the questions: how far man can permanently modify and ameliorate those physical conditions of terrestrial surface and climate on which his material welfare depends; how far he can compensate, arrest, or retard the deterioration which many of his agricultural and industrial processes tend to produce; and how far he can restore fertility and salubrity to soils which his follies or his crimes have made barren or pestilential. ~George P. Marsh, Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, 1864
Nature is gasping
for breath
under Humans
the stranglers
~Terri Guillemets
Perhaps the secret of the wilderness lies in that man has ever been a part of it. This is our birthright, the vast womb of eternity out of which all things and all men have come. Once, miraculously, there emerged a spark of consciously-motivated vitality from out of the darkness of a primeval swamp. It grew, this writhing, sluggish thing, and changed, and sought, never pursuing the middle course of safety, but reaching farther and farther, guided by Creation, rising from plane to plane until at last it walked upright and it was called man.
Then this ape-like creature with the often-changing body reached fullness of physical development and only one avenue of growth was left to it: the mind-road. And man turned to it and perfected his brain and his great powers of thought and he became the master of all things. And somewhere along this last, tortuous journey, he began to lose his early ties with Creation. They receded into lost places in the mind, these mysterious senses, and while the brain continued to develop conscious thought, they sank deeper and deeper into the abyss that opened when culture advanced and became almost a fine science. And so man paid his price for civilization...
Is there a message, a warning, in the bosom of nature telling man to have a care, else his great achievement, his fine powers of thought, will turn upon him and destroy him? ~R. D. Lawrence, The Place in the Forest, 1967
Till now, Man has been up against Nature; from now on he will be up against his own nature. ~Dennis Gabor, Inventing the Future, 1963
...global warming... how dare any of us ignore it or trivialize it, when it's literally the difference between life and death for humankind. ~Sylvia Browne, End of Days: Predictions and Prophecies about the End of the World, 2008
The land is everyone's and no one's. ~Tom Brown, Jr.
...earth was shocked...
...wreck and death, and chaos all about...
~Ellsworth R. Bathrick, Beauty on Ice: A Thrilling Tale of a Ruined Realm, 1899
Why are we destroying the land instead of taking care of it? It takes care of us. ~Terri Guillemets
Three Æons spent themselves to store with Power
The Coal that keeps you warm a Single Hour.
~Arthur Guiterman, "Of Thrift," A Poet's Proverbs, 1924
Climates are healthy to man so long as the forests in and around them remain, but become very insalubrious when the woods are felled. ~George P. Marsh, Man and Nature; or, Physical Geography as Modified by Human Action, 1864 [a little altered —tg]
I... was beginning to understand how fragile the natural world really is, the world that had always felt like my sturdiest home. ~Margaret Renkl, The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year, 2023, margaretrenkl.com
Did you ever stop to think that maybe the weed killers and the pest killers and the germ killers are also killing you? ~Terri Guillemets, "Omnicide," 2005
Primeval forests! virgin sod!
That Saxon has not ravish'd yet,
Lo! peak on peak in stairways set—
In stepping stairs that reach to God!
Here we are free as sea or wind,
For here are set Time's snowy tents
In everlasting battlements
Against the march of Saxon mind.
~Joaquin Miller, "Isles of the Amazons," 1872
Man, with his metal beaver-teeth
chops down the world's trees
saws, whines, grinds — loudly
without a care but human “needs”
~Terri Guillemets
Make our planet great again. ~Emmanuel Macron, @EmmanuelMacron, tweet, 2017
Around this narrow sea and teeming land,
A wall of crystal ice, on every hand,
Arises, till it seems to tip the sky;
Awe to the mind, and dazzling to the eye.
High o'er the sea, the icebergs grandly rise,
And sweeping widely where the green shore lies,
Encircle all in their majestic swing—
Inclosing all, in one unbroken ring,
While from their glassy tops, in ardent beams,
The sunshine, mellowed and refracted, gleams.
From peak to peak, the darting rays are thrown,
Until to focus drawn, and warmer grown,—
Like to a mighty sun-glass held by God,—
They urge the plants and flowers from the sod.
Where then, the chilling snowflakes would descend,
And desolation to the region lend,
This berg-born focus, warms the frost touched air,
And spreads instead, the gracious raindrops there.
And even in the cooling hours of night,
When o'er the bend of ocean speeds the light,
This mild and fragrant air is left behind;
The days are blessèd and the nights are kind.
Ah! me, there is—'twere better said, "there was,"
If truth be courted in this thoughtful pause—
There was a sea,— a land which nature kissed
With lips of evening dew and morning mist,
And straightaway loved, and searched the universe,
For its most precious gifts, rare and diverse.
The rarest flowers; the brilliant plumaged bird;
The sweetest warblers that a grove e'er heard;
The fruits best flavored, and the mildest air,
And the best things of all, from everywhere.
But that fair realm, which should be "is," is "was,"
And I... I... I am the cause...!
~John Erb (E. R. Bathrick, 1863–1917), Beauty on Ice: A Thrilling Tale of a Ruined Realm, 1899 [story context: extreme weather and climate changes in the dream of a shipwrecked man —tg]
Swelling Tides, rushing Waves, warring Winds—
The trembling Peasants see their Country round
Cover'd with Tempests, and in Oceans drown'd.
~Joseph Addison, The Campaign, 1704 [modified —tg]
This... will shake the world, both physically and politically... not immediately, for nature works slowly and surely, and mother earth and her sons and daughters will have to pass through throes of pain and terrific convulsions... Its effects on mankind will be astounding, issuing in, as it were... a new era. It will pave the way for the grossest superstition and priestcraft... and... the basest materialism... The mind of the... government will be harassed by a succession of untoward occurrences. Death will deal a heavy blow... the outbreak of a maximum of virulent epidemic diseases... unheard-of crimes, wars, earthquakes, and the desolation of whole tracks of land. These are what we may expect... ~"Dire Predictions: Two Famous Astrologers — Zadkiel and Raphael — Cast the World's Horoscope and Point to the Coming of a New Era," The Flaming Sword, December 1899 [a little altered —tg]
our apocalypse
once in ultra slow motion
now on fast forward
~Terri Guillemets, "Accelerant," 2023
The world was on fire... Terror spread among the... peoples... overcome by... the scorching heat... "The world is coming to an end!... O my poor children!" were the last words.
Only a few glowing embers in a mound of ashes were left to tell where the world had been. Alone in the silence, Destiny stood and gazed upon the ruin. "'Tis done!" quoth he. ~Stanton Davis Kirkham, "The End of the World," Half-True Stories, 1916
published 1998 Mar 18
revised 2020 Dec 28
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