Sitting on the bowsprit, the jib muttering like a senile old man, the sea foaming at my heels…
I always sang, and the wind would steal my words, hurling them away across the waves. Words meant nothing. Words meant nothing and beauty meant everything to this ragamuffin child of the sea.
On my father’s boat I learnt to love the unspeakable beauty of our world…
I fear for my children. Fear dogs my every step. I resist a terrible depression. Social apocalypse and ecological cataclysm rise up on either side like the inescapable walls of the valley of death…
William Tarkovsky – www.williamtarkovsky.com
The point of life is life itself. Our urgent duty is to be alive. Protecting and preserving life we repay the gift of life. We are evolution’s wardens and the biosphere’s guardians: habitat protectors, preservers of our species. Nurturers and sustainers: supporting life’s diversifying growth…
William Tarkovsky – www.williamtarkovsky.com
William Tarkovsky 