The island of desires consumed
The largest landfill in the world, told Tuesday, February 5 's Independent was discovered dall'oceanografo American Charles Moore and consists of two floating islands connected to each other, both large as the United States is often up to ten meters, bordering the North Pacific currents in a stretch of sea between Hawaii and Japan: a death trap for all forms of life that has the misfortune of running into the endless wave of dirt and slurry on the water.
This soup translucent ", according to oceanographer, waste would receive about 100 million tonnes. It is not that much later: it is an amount far less than that in 2007 alone, including municipal and industrial waste, we have produced in Italy (by the way, is not strange that the waste will talk about "production" without embarrassment or irony?), a real trifle compared to the one billion and 300 million tons of garbage produced in the EU during the same period, but is everything plastic, the rhythm of what we Italians last year we threw away, put together in three decades.
is plastic, in fact, that the Great Pacific Garbage Patch is formed in greater part in all the imaginative ways in which our production-can fervor to decline: soccer balls and Lego bricks, kayaking and shopping bags, syringes, lighters and Barbie Laperonzola, dried and toothbrushes, chairs, dishes, cutlery and soldiers, aprons, boots, mattresses and inflatable dolls. All over the plastic at sea since it was invented fifty years ago, is still there, floating somewhere because, of all that mankind has been able to conceive in his long career as an apprentice sorcerer, the plastic is the closest thing to immortality.
And every substance or article which tells of the undying myths of men, plastic shares the fate has no soul because the soul, you know, have their own time and can not remain forever on this earth: the forms consume and degrade, the plastic did not form his or down from anything that has form. It is a matter pure and docile; can return to the touch feeling of leather, metal or glass, can be rigid or flexible, it can bounce and absorb shocks, it is malleable at will at any semblance able to fulfill all our desires, as an inflatable doll, in fact. In our imaginary
plastic has had ups and downs: she appeared as an icon of modernity in the '60s when, as brilliant and tangible revelation of a future lightweight, hygienic, durable and affordable for all, finally came to sweep away from life everyday household goods of the archaic worm-eaten wood, corroded metal and shards veined. The crisis of rejection, and a little 'also disgust, 70s triggered by its too rapid and indiscriminate spread, followed in the '80s, his tenacious survival of material indispensable. Finally, the new life of the '90s, when the wise marketing campaigns place in our imagination as the ultimate recyclable material, even capable, at the end of his life, to restore the energy used in energy plants to produce and forge them: the material perfect, able to live many lives before ending his life in a fire ritual and purification, which, as in the great fires of spring rituals, can still come and take food new life.
Now this island of discarded plastic that "wanders like an animal without a leash without anyone to take more care of her and that the return of form and soul that goes fashionable use of ephemeral burned at a time, this endless mass that can not degrade and finally, simply vanish, without the involvement of its creator that has imposed this unnatural immortality, this foreign matter in the life that knows how to mimic but not replicate, she takes leaning increasingly on the landscape of the men who contributed so much to create and maintain, thrown back what is done on Hawaiian and showing declining havens for aircraft, satellites, to the dismay of passengers passing ships in the form of a blob boundless, vomited to disturb the conscience.
This soup translucent ", according to oceanographer, waste would receive about 100 million tonnes. It is not that much later: it is an amount far less than that in 2007 alone, including municipal and industrial waste, we have produced in Italy (by the way, is not strange that the waste will talk about "production" without embarrassment or irony?), a real trifle compared to the one billion and 300 million tons of garbage produced in the EU during the same period, but is everything plastic, the rhythm of what we Italians last year we threw away, put together in three decades.
is plastic, in fact, that the Great Pacific Garbage Patch is formed in greater part in all the imaginative ways in which our production-can fervor to decline: soccer balls and Lego bricks, kayaking and shopping bags, syringes, lighters and Barbie Laperonzola, dried and toothbrushes, chairs, dishes, cutlery and soldiers, aprons, boots, mattresses and inflatable dolls. All over the plastic at sea since it was invented fifty years ago, is still there, floating somewhere because, of all that mankind has been able to conceive in his long career as an apprentice sorcerer, the plastic is the closest thing to immortality.
And every substance or article which tells of the undying myths of men, plastic shares the fate has no soul because the soul, you know, have their own time and can not remain forever on this earth: the forms consume and degrade, the plastic did not form his or down from anything that has form. It is a matter pure and docile; can return to the touch feeling of leather, metal or glass, can be rigid or flexible, it can bounce and absorb shocks, it is malleable at will at any semblance able to fulfill all our desires, as an inflatable doll, in fact. In our imaginary
plastic has had ups and downs: she appeared as an icon of modernity in the '60s when, as brilliant and tangible revelation of a future lightweight, hygienic, durable and affordable for all, finally came to sweep away from life everyday household goods of the archaic worm-eaten wood, corroded metal and shards veined. The crisis of rejection, and a little 'also disgust, 70s triggered by its too rapid and indiscriminate spread, followed in the '80s, his tenacious survival of material indispensable. Finally, the new life of the '90s, when the wise marketing campaigns place in our imagination as the ultimate recyclable material, even capable, at the end of his life, to restore the energy used in energy plants to produce and forge them: the material perfect, able to live many lives before ending his life in a fire ritual and purification, which, as in the great fires of spring rituals, can still come and take food new life.
Now this island of discarded plastic that "wanders like an animal without a leash without anyone to take more care of her and that the return of form and soul that goes fashionable use of ephemeral burned at a time, this endless mass that can not degrade and finally, simply vanish, without the involvement of its creator that has imposed this unnatural immortality, this foreign matter in the life that knows how to mimic but not replicate, she takes leaning increasingly on the landscape of the men who contributed so much to create and maintain, thrown back what is done on Hawaiian and showing declining havens for aircraft, satellites, to the dismay of passengers passing ships in the form of a blob boundless, vomited to disturb the conscience.
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