SHAKESPEARE, PRINCE & EARTH DAY: WHAT DO THEY HAVE IN COMMON?

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio. 

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 

--Hamlet, Act I, v

Oft quoted these last few days, "Goodnight, sweet prince: And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest." (Hamlet, Act Vi, ii) in reference to the sudden, tragic death of the multi-talented musician, Prince. I'd forgotten, after I heard the sad news, that today, April 23, 2016, marks the 400 year anniversary of Shakespeare's death. On top of these stories, we celebrated Earth Day yesterday. A lot to process, three significant events. Past, present and future tied to life, tied to death. 

Shakespeare's talent embodied the Renaissance persona: how he learned from the past, acknowledged the present and laid the ground-work for the future. He saw life in layers: "If you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek." (Fluellen, Henry V, Act V, i)  Shakespeare, the humanist, appealed to and was beloved by all strata during his day and to this day; the musician, albeit figuratively, and as a music enthusiast in many of his plays; the environmentalist, "One touch of nature makes the whole world kin." (Troilus and Cressida, Act III, iii) whose work was grounded in capricious Mother Nature.

Purists may balk at putting Prince, the performer, in the same sentence as Shakespeare (or closet racists for that matter), but the self-taught, (a la Shakespeare), articulate (did you ever hear him interviewed?) Prince has been rightly heralded as a creative genius. He played at least twelve instruments, wrote songs that can't be easily categorized, blues, funk, gospel, pop, soul, rock, which went on to become anthems. He lived a life in the limelight but his personal journey remains mysterious. The sprawling recording studio/mansion he left behind resembles a warehouse; however, I'd bet he would've described it as modernist architecture with minimalist landscaping. Prince rattled the establishment with his music and his life. But where does Earth Day come into play? 

Imagine holding Planet Earth

In the palm of your hand

With no regard for your place of birth

Or claim to any land

The only thing between us now is the truth we understand

If Planet Earth was in the palm of your hand.

These partial lyrics in Prince's song, "Planet Earth," come from the album of the same name. He won a Grammy (Best R&B vocal) for the song which clearly testifies to his concern for our environment.

Then, we have Earth Day, overshadowed by other more "headline-driven" events. Disheartening because we should be shouting to the world how our precious gift, our planet, has been squandered and needs to be mended: 

O gentlemen, the time of life is short!

To spend that shortness basely were too long,

If life did ride upon a dial's point,

Still ending at the arrival of an hour. 

(Henry IV, Part I,V, ii)

As noted by eminent scientists around the world, we are on the brink of "The Sixth Extinction," (read Elizabeth Kolbert's Pulitzer Prize-winning, non-fiction book which outlines the dire phenomenon of how the majority of species are dying off, rapidly, and what that means for future generations).  William Shakespeare understood the precariousness of all life: the optimistic cynic.

Indubitably, Prince, felt the world's love and pain; he bared his soul through his art, thus we feel his loss as he had become a messenger for humanism and environmentalism. A rebel with a cause who would, given the chance, most likely dine with the Bard and discuss the multiple talents and causes they have in common.

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ENVIRONMENTAL AND SOCIETAL CHANGE: LOSS AND RECLAMATION

Too much news about dire omens for the future? I propose that we take a step back and see that we have an opportunity to reverse these ominous predictions. I refer to social change spurring a re-thinking of what's important.

For years scientists from NOAA and the Oceanographic Institution at Woods Hole, have described Cape Cod's shores as ever-changing due to natural erosion and that, like other seaside places on the East Coast. I think of the Cape as an ameba which changes form to suit its host environment. The problem is how do we define "environment." Humans and the land are intertwined. We are our environment.

Meanwhile, lawsuits, proposals, local, state and federal intervention have tried to reverse the sea's reclamation with only varying degrees of success. Yet human nature, firmly rooted in centuries of willfulness, moves forward without using the peripheral and long-term vision necessary to work with nature, not against it.

Most scientists, environmental experts, many politicians and a majority of Americans agree that we need to stem the use and exploration of fossil fuels to lessen climate change's impact. The extremism seen in American politics; the "push-me, pull you" tug-of-war going on between parties doesn't bode well for our country's future. These politicos and their supporters present few or no practical solutions to our most pressing problems, climate change being one of them.

Sadness has loomed large lately here on the Cape, in my community and among my friends. People re-locating inland, older friends passing, and health issues curtailing normal activities have affected us. As the older generation dies or leaves, who will be left to pick up the cause, the tattered remnants of social activism, here?

We grieve, e.g. a home being destroyed by fire and weather; drug-users senseless deaths; rising car accident statistics and cancer-stricken families, as we should. However, where is the grief for the next generation and what they may be dealing with sooner than later?

A recent opinion piece in The Cape Cod Times alluded to those who seek alternative energy sources as "neo-tribal" (an objectionable term which caught my eye meaning impractical people who want to return to the days before fossil fuels and to living off the land). This negative thinking inside their comfortable box which supports fossil fuel dependence, ignores the long-term consequences, and has brought about the threatened world we live in today. More so, such recalcitrant belief about the environment and our indigenous populations only closes the door on alternative clean energy solutions and dismisses much-needed respect for our natural world.

Evidence has emerged that a large U.S. based oil company knew of the impact on our world's climate of burning fossil fuels as early as the sixties. Is it too late to stop climate change? The pandemic of the Zika virus is already at our doorsteps and Congress is still fighting funding to prevent the virus from spreading here. I try to remain hopeful but when I read public opinions written by those who should be aware of the inevitable I begin, like so many here, to worry about the future of Cape Cod.

I don't have children. I do, however, care about children and want a better life for them as they grow older. I've become involved with activism via social media along with some direct participation because I know the innocent deserve better. And, in the midst of the grief, sometimes raw and unspeakable, some feel in the present, instead of turning inward and becoming insular, we must re-channel our anger, our sadness; our fear. That is by helping our planet and encouraging others to accept what we cannot change and change what we can.

Let this sink in: we must reclaim our country, our planet and think forward to ensure environmental change for the better. Recent reports have cited by 2100 our coastal areas here and around the world will be inundated by as much as six feet of flood waters (NYTimes NY Times March 30, 2016 ) due to melting ice caps and rising seas. Millions may lose their homes, families; their ways-of-life. A worldwide depression will be on the heads of those who refuse to accept this.

Step out of your comfort zone, deniers, and learn all you can before your most precious assets are washed away. I'll leave it to you to define your "assets."

AGAINST THE WIND

Went to Nauset Beach this week for a regular respite from ever-present noise: electronic, traffic, pacing neighbor in common area, and an adult version of Inside Out a.k.a. inside my head. Got out of the car with walking cane in hand, approached the boardwalk and pushed into the gusting wind. After fighting the element, I reached the edge: one step farther and I would've landed face down in the sand. Grabbed a fence post and hung on until my legs began to wobble, feet shuffled back and leg muscles shouted at me to get out when I could. Slowly I turned around, planted my cane in the abutting sand and with an invisible hand nudging me, I scurried back to the parking lot. Phew!

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Plan busted, I returned to my apartment to work on the "Most Difficult Puzzle Ever," (see last week's blog) only to discover the donator didn't check the number of pieces, It looked like I'd have to wait on finishing that challenge. After an unavoidable, long nap, I reset my goals for the afternoon. Maybe, I'll work on my next book in the Shadowwater series. That resolution lasted for thirty minutes. Beginning, to believe that even the simplest activities would be too daunting, I watched the news which rejuvenated my cognitive abilities; the mental stimulation helped me make it past all the nonsense of the morning and focus on the world at large.

Then I recalled what my friend had advised earlier in the day. "Have some fun!" I considered the above activities fun. Yes, I'm a proud nerd at times. I'm not ashamed to admit I love The Big Bang Theory and actually get some of the techno-babble and science. So after the latest episode that night, reminding me ADHD has its benefits, I uploaded YouTube selected Funk and went with the music. It set me dancing lively steps, albeit briefly. The daunting heaviness I'd fought all day long receded.

Being older doesn't mean duller: my mother knew that; sadly, my father (the younger of the two) did not. I learned from their examples. So, thanks to "Uptown Funk" and "Sax" I forgot the negative challenges and remembered that in fact, I've never been braver or more motivated to push against the wind.

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