Nice see a really fine Canadian poet getting into the Frey
David Boyd <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,
With a pink hotel, a boutique,
And a swinging hot spot.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't
know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a
They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.
And they charged
all the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em.
Don't it always seem
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
paradise and put up a parking lot.
(Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell)
'not preserved in aspic' :-
.....It (the English Lake District) embraces places which
the visitor to the Lakes may notwant to see and aspects of life
and societywhich hecomes here to forget. But itisnogood trying
to forget them. Greater Lakeland does not just mean Derwentwater, BleaTarn and the Wasdale Screes: it alsomeans Windscale
Atomic Station, the Marchon chemical factory at Whitehaven,
Workington Steelworks, Barrow Docks and Carlisle Railway
Depot; wharves, warehouses, bus-stops and parking-places;
schools, adult-education centres, the county libraries; churches,
chapels, Sunday schools, cinemas and dance-halls; sports fields,
allotments and cemeteries; the new housing estates and the old,
shabby Victorian terraces; hardware stores, chemists', fish-andchip shops, pubs and coffee-bars; the dairy herds, turnip fields and pig-sties of a thousand lowland farms; one cathedral, one
teachers' training college, one Polaris-submarine ship-building
yard—in feet, all that goes to the life and death of the people of
the old kingdom and the new county ofCumbria. Forget all this,
and what all the rest of the country calls 'Lakeland' will turn
moribund, dyingslowly from theedges inwards, to become in the
end little more than a beautiful, embalmed corpse in a rotting
(Norman Nicholson, Lake District Poet, 'Greater Lakeland (1969))