“Hugging the Golden Shore”
∗emphasize added, I used to dive in the Mediterranean Sea. But no more today. Sometimes, when I go back to Algeria_my country of origins, (it has 1250 Kms of seashore, alas, with only some fifty beaches left where swimming is permitted, the rest of them is prohibited, pollution obliges. ) Then, I have to drive a hundred miles or more for a swim to remembrance of years of golden. Algiers Thirty years ago, its seashore was equal to the French Riviera, and the Costa Esmeralda of Spain or Aruba, in the Caribbean and any Paradise sea beach in the world, which beaches bore the evocative names of Lido, Golden Sands, La Madrague, Morretti, Palm Beach, and Tipaza, Zeralda Matares, to name just a few. The Romains Baths, Miramar Beach, near Algiers, where I had memorable moments, that is, out of nostalgia, and without exaggeration, are polluted by the sewer waters, today. By irony of odds, I lived at Borj-El Kiffan_ ex-Fort de l’eau of ago, a mile away from the beach, and I could only admire from the balcony of my apartment the dozen of liners, ships, and cargo containers, anchored in the offing of the Bay of Algiers. For years, the felons captains drained the belies of their ship, at the limits of international waters borders, fraudulently; they were fined when the coastguards caught them on flagrant delict, and had their ship seized, but very often they escape, and or either ways, with the spill of oil tankers, so many that the damage is already consumed. And now we have only to denounce the crime against the environment, the welfare of Humanity, the only one’s Home: Earth, and the eyes to weep.
“Hugging The Shore”
In Essays and Criticism by__JohnUpdike, “Writing criticism is to fiction and poetry as Hugging The Shore is to sailing in the open sea. At sea, we have that beautiful blankness all around, a cold bright wind, and the occasional thrill of a gleaming dolphin-back or the synchronized leap of a silverfish ; hugging the shore, one can always come about and draw closer to the land with another nine -point quotation.” This an excerpt from the The big book of John Updike about criticism, a good review of other authors and writers books, “a little anthology”, he said on his own words, to heed the author’s exact expressions or to condemn him, out of his own mouth, meaning the author of expressions. This a literary work, and I am a modest reader, who has neither the tools, nor the ability for criticism , a viewer like you to whom it’s only permitted to indulge this piece of art, like an icing, a cherry on a cake, for a picky tongue.
Une Île._Jaques Brel, a French singer, and songwriter
Sailing with bowlines and jibs, is to the naval as poetry is to prose writing, that is, too many sailors, and captains, responded to the calling of the offing, where too many poets and writers had sailed to the Marquise’s Islands, or elsewhere in the past, like Gauguin, and Brel, the French songwriter and singer, while ordinary anglers with the soul of a sailor and the musing of a poet, compose songs and lyrics, sat resting their bones, dreaming of faraway horizons while posting their rods and lines on rocks hugging the shore. To conclude with the sad realistic claim that pollution is hugging the shore.
There comes the time to say:” One day in the future, people living on Star trek like space UFO, wondering how it was life looking on Earth, certainly not in the human form we know, because we already do not exist, in 4 billions years, and doing the same thing, like we are looking for traces of fossil water on Mars now
Golden shore|Lost rivages-http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/06/science/mars-had-an-ocean-scientists-say-pointing-to-new-data.html?ref=topics
Like Ancient Mars, Scientists would say that, in the future, 4 billions years from now…
Thanks extra-large to Happy Notes Blog for the photography
If only we could go back. You’d think with all our ‘cleverness’ we’d have invented better time travel.
I hope you get this…
Susan, today you took a photo. Show this to the world. Tell them to protect the golden shore, keep the sea’s blue. The cargo ship’s smoggy embrace on the world, is a trip for a ship of fools.
Remind them that ‘stuff’ is of little import when there is no hope of real food. That humans need water to live. That air must be fit to breathe.
No one individual has a firm grasp of the whole. You must operate as a community. Forget your categories of countries, unite as one populace, one Earth. Forget about profits and ‘things’. Celebrities, fashion and other distractions may be lovely, but such errands are for fool’s gold. Your world is in need.
You may have noticed her illnesses as hurricanes, tsunamis…
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