Someday this was a beach.
Sea sounds will still reverberate.
Perhaps they are ancient echoes of a soon-to-be Brighton.
I think perhaps a lifeguard chair ought to be in view.
Perhaps people will bring their buckets and plant waves of nasturtiums crashing up the shingle.
A floral wave machine.
And the inevitable ice cream truck.
People came here for leisure, and pleasure.
Some still do.
Not many, and the pleasures are a bit more opaque.
It’s a bit scary how leisure, escape, and displacement can get all mixed up.
Where flight and refuge are indistinguishable.
All the more reason for that lifeguard’s chair.
Because the shore is where things collect.
Brought together by waves, and gravity.
In jumbles, and job lots.
For beachcombers to contemplate, and sometimes to say hello and goodbye in the same moment.
All that arriving and departing can be exhausting.
So perhaps we should be making these places more welcoming, more salubrious.
Perhaps by creating some tidepools, or something a bit more organised, more garden-like.
A place to gather and marvel before the next wave sweeps in.
We express ourselves through excess. We also survive on excess. What we do with things that are surplus to requirements says a lot about how we live.
Excess is a bunch of things. Not just any bunch, though not far off either.
Excess can be words, but it’s more often gestures. All that energy thrown off by the sun. A more efficient star would recycle that energy. Perhaps that what black holes are: no excess. But nature hardly work that way. It prefers to send energy everywhere, where it does things in other ways, for other purposes.
Fruit is by nature excess. All those berries. Any one of which could be a new bush. Most of which goes to feed other creatures, us included.
A stalk of grass grows as per its own requirements, then dies, becoming excess, and gives over to some other process and purpose.
While it would be easy to do in the park, in a grassy area, that would probably elicit complaints.
So I’d do it on a brownfield site. But there, the challenge is to get anything into the ground.
So stakes have to be freestanding – yet resist the wind.
- Weighted stakes
- Cement, Water, earth: all heavy, bulky to transport
- Water would need a container – bottles found on site, perhaps.
- Tripods: requires 3x the number of stakes, bulky to transport
- Cement: heavy, requires transport, possibly water
- Epoxy: relatively compact, lightweight, can be applied with a caulking gun
- Trees: take a long time to grow!
Bamboo canes and epoxy seems like a decent solution.
devise a pattern, perhaps using perspective;
get something to grow around the stake;
make some signage, verbiage.