For the day that’s in it, a new book spine poem. Bit gloomy, this one.
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Touching the Precipice
Zero, zero, zero wild flowers,
The insect societies
Collapse on your doorstep –
Mind and nature
Touching the precipice.
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Thank you to the authors: Roberto Saviano, Richard Fitter and Marjorie Blamey, Edward O. Wilson, Jared Diamond, Heather Greer, Gregory Bateson, Ashley Montagu, and Toby Ord; and to Nina Katchadourian.
Today marks the release of the Sixth Assessment Report of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. Its message is rightly alarming. The insect-collapse story goes back a few years; the situation was summarised by Ed Yong in the Atlantic in 2019.
More of these in my bookmash archive (where you might spot a couple of the spines above). Let me know if you make your own.
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Thank you! Glad you liked it.
This is excellent. Yesterday felt more apocalyptic than usual, and this is so appropriate.
Thank you, Mary. Each day seems to feel more apocalyptic than the last, at the moment.