Hey hey, this lovely surprise turned up in the post recently.
On p.64 is a poem called the loss of birds.
Often when I think about the future, it’s about the loss of things. Whenever things change (for better or worse) some things are lost – attitudes and ways of thinking and living, as well as physical things that die or are destroyed or superseded. And the loss is only perceptible to those who’ve experienced the change; those who never knew it don’t really feel it as loss.
Now we’re facing a great period of extinction and the kind of losses that none of us have experienced before, so I wanted to write about how frustrating it would be to express that to those who come after.
Although I mainly wanted to write about how weird birds are.
They’re so fucking weird.
You can get a copy here (or in bookshops).
Nan Craig 