from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Friday, 20 January 2012

Mario Petrucci's 'Letters to Ukraine' (12)

The Day Digest  [Ukraine]  Publication date: 19 January 2012

Letters to Ukraine – 12

What do our commercials say about us?  Imagine yourself an explorer from another galaxy, stumbling across Earth.  For technical reasons, you can stay for several minutes only.  You’re beamed down, by freak coincidence, in front of a TV during a commercial break, with no one about.  Naturally, you assume this prominently located box must be an important information dispenser.  You watch, assessing humankind’s primary concerns.  [Do that, today, with the first commercial break you’re exposed to. Here are my own results: hairspray, computer equipment, cars, car sales, insurance, sweetly fizzy caffeinated drinks, comparative insurance, financial services, broadband, rail travel (first class).]  Decades later, you return across space on a full-scale diplomatic mission.  Earth is now practically dry of petroleum and drinkable water; nations are riddled with conflict, famine, disease.  Many of its inhabitants are hairless from pollution and radiation exposure.  But you’ve brought an offering, based on the research of your previous visit.  No cancer cure, high-tech water purifier, or strain of wheat resistant to drought and toxins; no irresistibly peaceful, egalitarian philosophy.  Instead, you insist on meeting the first-class humans, to whom you present a package of interplanetary insurance, intergalactic shares in electronics, and a cornucopia of petrol-driven cars, fizzy drinks and hairspray.

copyright:  Mario Petrucci 2012

reproduced here with kind permission from the author

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