This is my voice


I have no tongue. It was amputated when a tumour was detected. And I cannot speak. So this is my voice...a month of reflection, 10.000 words on what it is like to be a tongueless wonder - mixed with the trivial, the banal, the irrelevant, the 'has nothing to do with', the poetic, the imagined, the grotesque and the ridiculous. A month of faith and despair. To what purpose? None whatsoever...this is just my voice.


Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Greenland

In 1975, I participated in the British East Greenland (1975) Expedition - a sporting cum scientific visit to the remote east coast of Greenland ( though it is not quite so remote these days). This is how the coast looked in 1975:




 
The coast is some 2o miles away across the ice-flow. This view is a testimony to the crystalline quality of the air - not a gramme of contamination. All that has changed. This view can never be repeated. And some of my friends will never be the same again...
 
     

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