The silence of the eye speaks in the song of the bird.
UNESCO Piraeus and Islands Tells the Story of Climate Change with Impact

The hundreds of wild fires that erupted across Greece this summer were attributed to heatwave-induced infernos, which burned almost 50,000 hectares (124,000 acres) of forest and vegetation, resulting in grand scale destruction. Wild fires have been increasing year after year -- 10% during 2022 that claimed 4.1 million hectares of forests. The Canadian wild fires in Quebec this summer brought polluted air, smoke, orange haze, decreased visibility to startling degrees in cities like New York. Maui's recent wildfires have killed at least 55 people and unleashed formidable destruction across the Hawaiian island.

These climate change induced wild fires impact the air we breathe, making it harder to clean up ozone pollution and increasing the risk of particle pollution with great health hazards including lung cancer which is the most common cancer in Greece scientists warn. Pollution also contributes to an increased risk of mortality for several other types of cancer, including breast, liver, and pancreatic cancer.

“I lost my father to cancer” explains photographer Mene Liondos who is joining Climate Week New York via UNESCO – PIRAEUS and ISLANDS with his art show “Impact” depicting cancer survivors in a forest setting.

   

Starting in September, German firm BioNTech which has partnered with the UK government, will begin testing potential vaccines for cancer, which aim to spur the immune system to attack harmful cells. These vaccines will be administered to early and late-stage patients and target both active cancer cells and preventing their return.

“I hope these cancers can be cured by BioNTech’s cancer vaccines. And be tracked by blockchain based vaccination registration and monitoring technology as was in the case of Covid-19 vaccines” said author Selva Ozelli who is joining Climate Week New York via UNESCO – PIRAEUS and ISLANDS with her book “Sustainably Investing in Digital Assets Globally.”

While humans try to find cures for the impact of pollution for humans, unfortunately we tend to overlook that climate change brings cancer-related physiological changes for wildlife, particularly for birds too. “What the bird tells us, what we learn from its song, cannot be put into words” says poet Enrique Enriquez who joins Climate Week New York via UNESCO – PIRAEUS and ISLANDS with his poetry titled “Language of Birds.”

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Form is desire. Mimicry is carnival. Birdsong is wordplay.
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When I told a poet friend of mine that I wanted to talk like a bird, she decreed: “You will sink into an even deeper solitude. We don’t know what birds care about.” Birds care about the same things we care about, things we daily forget.
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In the fullest solitude, the bird sings for itself and thus is never alone.
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Speak to nothing with the conviction of everything, as if our voice could touch everything that is touched by our gaze. The silence of the eye speaks in the song of the bird.
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Listening to the birds around the block I realize that many of them speak in parallel verse, repeating the same phrase over and over, in the manner of old liturgical chants.
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For a bird, its own voice is bogged down with the same anxiety of survival we hear in ourselves. For us the voice of a bird, concrete as it is, doesn't lead to a limitation. It passes through us without being delayed by the need to decipher it. It calls for a detachment that promises nothing more than its own literalness. The birds don't need to hear a bird's voice as much as we do.
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Birds have good pipes but poor memory. Our own tragedy seems to be the exact opposite. Few of us have a voice that will do justice to what’s worth remembering.
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You can say “pass me the salt” in human language, but to say, “I love you,” you better say it like a bird.
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Poet Michael McClure insists that one should not say "bird" but "goldfinch" or "swallow". We name the world to absent ourselves from it. There are just a handful of words that actually mean what they name. No matter how convincingly I say “alpiste” or “birdseed”, a bird won’t come unless my hand is full. The first thing I realized when I decided to talk like a bird is that birdsong became an act of making. Language is also an act of making, but even if we were to manifest the impossibility of total silence, we won't come undone.
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Nothing comes from nothing. For a bird to be a sign you have to be a nest.


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In Italy, a woman I know touched a swallow, just by chance. She put her hand on a balustrade and felt a soft scared tremor underneath.
I sent her my swallow voice.
She played it at her balcony and the swallow replied. So, I, too, touched a swallow.
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The Italians have a word for “man who imitates the cant of birds": chioccolatore. It comes from chioccolare: to trill, or to warble. What is it with names, that make you feel exactly as when you are wearing someone else’s shoes?
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When you understand that the voice of a bird is a reasonable expectation, you learn the laughter of the madman.
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For a thing to have a voice we just have to accept its presence. The dreamlike quality of a bird’s visitation accounts for its reality as a sign. We can’t really paraphrase a bird, but we understand it at a deep level. What the bird writes is the memory of the present moment, so it becomes a hieroglyph for the heightened state it produced and puts us in a place of stupefaction, silence, and laughter.
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You can fool the birds, but not the wind.
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It is because I have forgotten my future that I speak like a bird.
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One of the most remarkable things about talking like a bird is that when you do it on the street, no one notices it. They hear it, of course, but as they don’t find anything unusual about it, they simply accept it as part of the landscape. You can use people’s disposition to overlook what they feel is familiar to them and hide your voice in plain sight. I would do my bird voices while walking behind someone, and no matter how close I get or how loud I talk, they never turn around. They just keep walking.
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If my bird voice comes from memory, whose memory is that?
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Speak with the awareness that every sound is a crystal. Each trill contains multiple facets of a word. It has taken thousands of years for our voice to come out and its glints last for fractions of a second.
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I would like to think that when I speak like a bird there is no distance between the experience of my voice and the material fact of making the sounds. Quite often, by not hitting the sound right, I say something I didn’t mean. This is not like wanting to say “ask” in Chinese (问 = wèn) and saying “kiss’ instead (吻 = wěn), but like wanting to draw a circle and end up drawing an egg.
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Right when I was talking like a dove, a friend from Brazil wrote to say that he had discovered a nest of doves on his porch. When I sent him my voice he replied: “My migraine has just dissipated.”
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Whenever you talk bird, and a bird responds, you feel yourself pushing a membrane that pushes you back. The point is not to perfectly mimic a mating call —after all, I am married— but to extend my voice into the evocation of a bird’s disposition.
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We don’t listen with our ears but with our memory. That's how we recognize the voice of a sparrow in the rubbing metal and wood.
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I managed to engage a sparrow long enough for him to consider what I was saying. He did not answer me out loud but instead opened and closed his mouth to the rhythm of my voice, mouthing my words. The sound of an ambulance broke the spell.
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The voice of the bird belongs to its interpreter. When we say “I don’t understand” we mean “that is not m(in)e.”
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Under the rain, balancing an umbrella and a pile of books, I came across a homeless man that I usually support. I fumbled with my load patting my pockets, knowing that Instead of the dollar bill I tend to keep apart for him, I only had my goldfinch voice. There are moments when you can peek at a whole world through a hole in a saltine cracker. So, I saw myself giving this man my bird voice, and I saw every homeless man in town chirping and warbling. For two seconds I was certain that this way, they would get enough money to fly south during winter.
But then again, I have no right to tell others how to run their business. I snapped out of my vision and, quite embarrassed, confessed to the man that I had nothing to give him.
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A bird’s freedom has nothing to do with its wings. Birds don’t seem to be bothered by a need to distinguish what they do from what they are supposed to do.
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A sparrow’s voice is like the taste of water.
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When you talk like a bird, you tell the other a secret that he only understands if he is paying attention, not in the way we are taught to pay attention in school but in the way a sunflower pays attention.
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A woman wanted to learn the language of the birds and I told her to look for words that have the same soul as her name. She told me she didn't know her name. If that were true, she would be a bird.
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A walk through the park makes you aware of the fact that the beauty of flowers, in all their delicate intricacy, is there to sustain life. I wonder if birdsong is art, but the birds don’t care. Nightingales have been used and abused in countless poems, and they still sing.

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A Alice Hooffmans

Many island nations are struggling to escape poverty just as climate change accelerates the degradation of the natural resources that underpin their economies. Coral reefs and fish stocks are in decline. Sea level rise is leading to the salinization of rivers and lakes, thus making freshwater scarce on the islands.

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H Henri

Fabius, French Minister "this issue is more urgent than ever"

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B Bettie

Climate change doesn't care about your beliefs or your opinions.

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M marco nius

It's a human-caused crisis driven by our heat-trapping gas emissions and it puts at risk our food, water, health, infrastructure, economy, and nearly every other aspect of human society and the natural environment.

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A Aimé BYANDIKE

Intéressé pour du webinar

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