Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT March 18th 2022

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read an excerpt from Species by Tishani Doshi, posted below. 

Our prompt was: “Write about a world difficult to imagine.”

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Species by Tishani Doshi


When it is time, we will herd into the bunker of the earth
to join the lost animals – pig-footed bandicoot, giant sea
snail, woolly mammoth. No sound of chainsaws, only
the soft swish swish of dead forests, pressing our heads
to the lake’s floor, a blanket of leaves to make fossils
of our femurs and last suppers. In a million years
they will find and restore us to jungles of kapok.
Their children will rally to stare at ancestors.
Neanderthals in caves with paintings of the gnu
period. Papa Homo erectus forever squatting over
the thrill of fire. Their bastard offspring with prairie-size
mandibles, stuttering over the beginnings of speech. And finally,
us – diminutive species of Homo, not so wise, with our weak necks
and robo lovers, our cobalt-speckled lungs. Will it be for them
as it was for us, impossible to imagine oceans where there are now
mountains? Will they recognise their own story in the feather-tailed
dinosaur, stepping out of a wave of extinction to tread over blooms
of algae, never once thinking about asteroids or microbial stew?
If we could communicate, would we admit that intergalactic
colonisation was never a sound plan? We should have learned
from the grass, humble in its abundance, offering food and shelter
wherever it spread. Instead, we stamped our feet like gods,
marvelling at the life we made, imagining all of it to be ours.


Credit: Granta Magazine, Poetry, Granta 151, April 30th 2020

5 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT March 18th 2022

  1. About a world difficult to imagine now~~~

    I stand here in a lush field of green, dotted with every color of the rainbow in a display of native flowers and plants.
    Children are joyfully playing,
    they are loved and have full bellies.
    You see, there is no hunger in the world.
    We have learned difficult lessons from our ancestors.

    We are truly a melting pot of humanity.
    There is no discrimination, there is no class differentiation.
    We are one people, with respect and concern for our brothers and sisters.
    There is no war.

    Mother Earth is flourishing, the earth is fertile,
    and the creatures of the earth are content.

    We look up to the heavens and offer thanks
    to our Creator for giving us another chance to get it right.

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  2. rita basuray

    A world difficult to imagine – Harari tells us that we are only a collection of algorithms. And, in the future, some of us will be obsolete. Sorry, this is my dystopian view of what’s coming, if we ignore visionaries like today’s poet, who is drumming the many warnings directly or subversively. Will we be doomed to perish or is there still hope? Is the hourglass not quite empty yet?

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    • Scarlet Kinney

      That’s the question, isn’t it? Is it too late already, or is there still time to correct our course? And the even bigger question of whether or not the will to make that correction even exists in the souls of those who have the power to do so.

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  3. Terry Hourigan, RN

    Easy to imagine learning from it. Difficult to imagine:
    We’re telling our kids about the not long ago days when people voted, about choosing their schools, a time when they could send their dreams out on an open internet. And that they can stay out of those camps by keeping their commitments a secret.

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