Tide Pool by Andrew Futrell
"An astonishing book of many merits for readers of intelligent dystopia" - Claire Rhoden review of "House of the Flight-helpers", Tartarus Press UK, 2019
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Tuesday, 27 August 2019
"From the tide pool to the stars"...-John Steinbeck
Perhaps this is the same narrowing we observe in relation to ourselves and the tide pool—a man looking at reality brings his own limitations to the world. If he has strength and energy of mind the tide pool stretches both ways, digs back to electrons and leaps space into the universe and fights out of the moment into non-conceptual time. Then ecology has a synonym which is ALL.
Philosophy of the Beach: Beyond the Because, John Seinbeck
“The lies we tell about our duty and our purposes, the meaningless words of science and philosophy, are walls that topple before a bewildered little ‘why’.”– Sea of Cortez, p.171
John Steinbeck, an early ecologist...
“Each of them in his own tempo and with his own voice discovered and reaffirmed with astonishment the knowledge that all things are one thing and that one thing is all things—plankton, a shimmering phosphorescence on the sea and the spinning planets and an expanding universe, all bound together by the elastic string of time. It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the tide pool again.”
– Sea of Cortez, p.178
Sunday, 15 April 2012
There is no golden afternoon next to the cliff. When the sun went over it at about two o'clock a whispering shade came to the beach. The sycamores rustled in the afternoon breeze...
...Little water snakes slipped down to the rocks and then gently entered the water and swam along through the pool, their heads held up like little periscopes and a tiny wake spreading behind them. A bog trout jumped in the pool. The gnats and mosquiotoes which avoid the sun came out and buzzed over the water. All of the sun bugs, the flies, the dragonflies, the wasps, the hornets, went home. And as the shadow came to the beach, as the first quail began to call, Mack and the boys awakened...
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
Friday, 13 April 2012
In the winter it becomes a torrent, a mean little fierce river, and in summer it is a place for children to wade in and for fishermen to wander in...
...Frogs blink from its banks and the deep ferns grow beside it. Deer and foxes come to drink from it, secretly in the morning and evening, and now and then a mountain lion crouched flat laps its water...The quail call beside it and the wild doves come whistling in at dusk. Raccoons pace at its edges looking for frogs. It's everything a river should be.
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
The Carmel is a lovely little river. It isn't very long but in its course it has everything a river should have...
...It rises in the mountains, and tumbles down a while, runs through shallows, is dammed to make a lake, spills over the dam, crackles among round boulders, wanders lazily under sycamores, spills into pools where trout live, drops in against banks where crayfish live...
John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
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