The population growth

When I wake up in the morning and at about 8-9 a.m. a terrific clanging, crashing and banging starts up from the nearby building site. I go out to the supermarket and it’s hard to get away from so many people. Every ten yards there’s another person representing another kind of lifestyle, from another kind of life. Bewilderment is a way of life. Here comes another tube train with hundreds of people, another bus with a dozens more people, another honking traffic jam. On the news a report of a car crash killing two people. How did they find that event statistically, in a London population of millions. And me, am I just a grape in a huge vineyard of the world, do I even matter? That’s a difficult question. Here are a few charts I have downloaded about population growth.

This is the population of London the top one shows the increase in numbers and the bottom one shows it as percentage, with the red line a decrease percentage and the green line as the growth percentage. When I moved to London in about 1979 population had been on the decrease and I well remember how quiet it was then.

So here is a map of European populations. The names of countries are in that countries language, I think it is only in England that a countries name is changed e.g. we call Deutschland Germany for some reason I don’t understand. Germany I mean Deutschland has the highest population which, I don’t know why, but it surprised me.

Lastly I found a simple world population chart. Notably going back to 10,000 BC – well who remembers that?

The answer to “Do I matter? (Do I put the question mark inside or outside the quotation marks, I always forget)” God willing, I do.

What do you think about all this?

There are 800 million people in the world

There are eight hundred million people in the world
They live in 800 million houses
There are 800 million living rooms with 800 million cupboards
There are 800 million rusty biscuit tins with 800 million forgotten poems

I have eight folders
They are crammed with poems and songs
And I am the author of eight folders
Crammed with poems and songs
The only response I ever get
Is ridicule, rejection and the put-down

What I want to know is
What am I to do with my life?
In such a hopeless world

2007

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