Call Of The Cuckoo
Spring exhibition at Potterton Books London,
93 Lower Sloane Street,
12th May-30th June 2015
In support of the charity Buglife
‘What would it mean to us if the Spring bringers stopped arriving?
If the great eternal migration machine started to go wrong, if trouble, serious trouble, got into the works, and the birds that for all our time as humans have come on their great journeys and announced that the winter is past, and the rain is over and gone, came no longer?
How much would it matter to us? How would we measure it, as a loss? It would not be immediately catastrophic, as the loss of bees would be catastrophic (for then much pollination would stop and swathes of agriculture would collapse). Life would go on. But what would it mean to our souls?
What strange exercise could we compare it to?
Would it be like the loss of rainbows?
Would it be like the loss of roses?
Would it be like the loss of rivers, of running water?
Would it be greater than that? Would it be like the loss of music?
Would it be like the loss of hope?
We ought to start working it out pretty soon, for the process has already begun.’
Michael McCarthy, ‘Say Goodbye to the Cuckoo‘