Animals and Souls

It used to be an assumption, and a very convenient one, at that, that only human beings have that esoteric quality we call ‘soul.’ But how do we recognize a soul? What are its signs in a personality? What assumptions was that assumption built on? 

Descartes shaped the notion back when Reason was all the rage, and spirituality not so much, that animals are basically meat mechanisms, all their actions based on reflex. He asserted further  that the mechanical understanding of animals absolved people of any guilt for killing and eating animals.

 We went with that in Western, ‘civilized’ thought generally, for several centuries, never much pondering on the nature of consciousness, of suffering, of whether animals have emotions or any kind of awareness that goes beyond instinct and reflex. This made imperialism so much simpler, ethically and morally, it was so easy to declare that so-called primitive people were not actually human. Of course, these lesser humans included anyone not of European descent and coloring, Jews, Romani, as well. The foundational belief was there for people like Hitler to exploit an increment at a time. 

What we know now through observing what every dog-owner has always known, that animals have awareness, emotions, some even have cognition at very high levels. This being so, we have to re-evaluate what has been assumed, taken for true without further consideration, for generations, in the ethics and morality of our interactions with animals. 

This article is about elephants particularly. It is a clear statement that it is time not to focus on whether animals have human qualities, but to recognize that human qualities we have are not just human, but animal qualities as well. 

Yes, it is a long article. It is a meaty article, and meat takes more chewing, more digesting than cream puffs and croissants. I found it worth the investment. 

Mystic Whispers: Icarus in the Sky

Icarus, Icarus, foolish lad! 
It’s the worst idea you’ve ever had
and there were others I thought were bad!

To soar to the stars, you demented bird,
takes more than wax wings, or hadn’t you heard?
My lad, you have flown to the height of absurd!

And yet, and yet, the impulse was grand,
though you never considered you’d have to land…
Yet, to be with the gods, lad…?  I do understand! 

2005

Hubris

A sad reflection on pathological power

Thinking about Trump and Nixon, and about that special hubris common to narcissistic and criminal minds… The thing is, criminals think they are smarter than everyone else. They think they can outsmart the rest of the world. They really believe they can get away with anything. They are utterly blind to their own flaws and lacks. Their paranoia keeps them on edge and untrusting of anyone who suggests they are on a self-destructive path. In fact, they are desperately afraid, in their heart of hearts, of their inadequacy, of being revealed as the imposters they know they are, of being laughed at, rejected and denied.

The thing is, they are bound on that downward spiral towards their own disgrace, with every bad choice and stupid decision they make, trying to bend reality to their own delusions.

And almost always, when they go down, they take those maneuvering closest to them down, as well.

additional reference: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illusory_superiority

“Millennials are ruining everything!”

I read this article…

http://www.businessinsider.com/baby-boomers-caused-millennials-destructive-spending-habits-2017-6

Wow… Millennials are arrogantly having better taste than to eat at Applebees, have the cheek to choose to support small-owner businesses over big corporate chains, and are destructively not buying into the economics that sank their parents’ savings and home equities because the bankers could not be trusted to do their job honestly and with fundamental integrity.

Well, this is what happens, Empire Builders, when you despise, disregard and disrespect the builders of the very foundation of your empire. This is what happens when the consumers that provided your fortunes decide to consume elsewhere, because no one likes to be dissed and used. You have such a narrow view of what power is, you never saw this coming.

Everyone but the vested interests in fossil fuels knows that the day is done for fossil fuels. With people taking better care of their health–because you’ve screwed us with the costs of medicine and health-care–Buffalo Wings is going out of business.

Millennials have no savings, are not buying houses because they are already overwhelmed with the cost of living, some with the costs of providing for a family, and some with tuition depts, not to mention their having witnessed for themselves the venality and untrustworthiness of the Big Banks. The market for recycled clothing is growing while Macy’s struggles to keep on doing what they used to succeed at. The chariot-makers and the buggy-whip manufacturers know: Values change, needs and wants change, and if you don’t keep up with it, you are out of business.

The would-be oligarchs have forgotten that it takes a whole and healthy community for everyone to thrive. It takes mutual respect and a willingness to consider everyone’s needs. It takes a social consciousness and conscience, good faith and integrity. 

What nerve, to blame Millennials and their parents! They blame their victims, and are blaming their kids for declining to be their victims.

The Crow

How do I know me?
Can I count the ways?
No, really,

Can I?

Ups and downs 
and ins and outs…
so many of me
there seem to be
I can hardly 
sort them all
keep them straight
give time
attention
energy
in fair divide…

Who speaks? 
Which one of me
today
is most distraught
determined
driven by a feeling,
by a cause…?

Who of myselves
chooses 
what look to wear today,
what colors
style
fabrics and designs?

Am we bold today?
Or only in the morning–
shy by afternoon
and angry
with the setting sun?

Talk-radio 
or jazz or pop
or Beethoven
as I drive…
Unless I stay at home
fixed to the screen–
the one I fill 
with word and image, 
or mezzed by
the one that simply 
spews at me,
to its own ends
of greed and need
and all the habits of 
established memes…


Biography 
is just the facts,
events recalled,
commented on,
considered,
from a distant place
and through 
the smoke of time.

Poetry 
is the soul
enmeshed in 
brain both right and left,
struggling to bridge
the gap between
the wordless senses
and the linear mind:
to wrap in words
persistant need
of the self
desiring deeply
the intimacy 
of being 
really known
and thereby loved…

Revealing that which intellect
can only analyze
or wit contrive
or nagging voice belabor,
“See
me 
please!”

Crying out in image,
tone and timbre,
broadcasting
pieces of the puzzle
to a world
of readers
players
dancers
do-ers…
but few, 
I fear, 
inclining
to be
puzzle-piecers.

I am one, 
puzzled by the pieces– 
my own 
as much as any–
who works a little 
on this patch
of color or design
that seems to match…
then wanders off
to puzzle out 
this other batch of pieces…
or another, 
or this other one…

like a crow
distracted by each gleam
of every thing
that turns into the light
and for an instant shines…

2008

Bitter Grapes

Wine was once upon a time divine
but now, somehow,
the elegance is soured
as it’s taken and devoured
what I knew of you
and thought was fine.

You sleep it off,
unconscious
that the sabotage is done,
today, tonight are gone,
tomorrow spoken for
with stumbling tongue
and eyes that will not wake
to see the morning sun
and all its brightness shines upon.

And do you miss me, in your sleep?
Or miss the time together
when we keep each other warm and close–
the time we shelter here together
in the center of the storm?
It’s not the love that’s lacking,
only care;
It’s me out here
and you asleep in there;
It’s walls and hedges,
thorns and stones and chasms
holding us apart.

Your choice is always yours
and this among your choices
is the one you always choose.
I wonder what it is you think you gain
that’s worth every thing you lose.

It doesn’t matter that you cannot lose my love–
You can, in fact, lose me:
My best, and worst;
the games we play;
Companionship and passion;
Laughter; Challenge, too…
I cannot say for sure I’m such a prize,
but I know the look of sunlight in your eyes…

To cherish what you have to lose,
whether to reality or to booze,
could be considered foolish so–
perhaps you’re wise
compared to me
remembering the sunlight in your eyes.

Caught in the Act

(I heard the crunching of cat food in the night that did not sound quite right, got up and found a very small, very young possum raiding the cat’s dish.)

I am small I am fierce I will bite
if you poke at me
again!

I will gnash hiss snarl bite
if you bother me,
you Big!

Snap hiss See my teeth?  See my teeth?!
keep back or I’ll
bite! bite! 

And turn off that bloody light!
I’m a Creature of
the Night!
Small, and fierce and
I
will
bite!

1990

Mystic Whispers: Labyrinth

 


In the half-lit 
twistings, turnings… 
Stink of bull shit… 
Heaven’s burnings 
in the gut, the very soul… 

What is this, that 
you are seeking, 
Hero, 
here among the reeking 
passages 
that twist around, 
and lead you into 
cul-de-sacs, 
hemmed in by walls 
marked with the axe, 
double-headed and 
two-faced…? 

Once upon a time you raced– 
in sunlight gleaming off the sea 
you sweated in your lissome grace, 
by the age-twisted cypress tree, 
stood tall and young and full of years 
and watched the galleys tribute-full– 
of youths, of maids, of parting tears 
and carrying a nation’s fears– 
with black sheets sail 
to serve the Bull… 

Turn and twist, 
and shy 
and hold… 
hide in shadow… 
leap out bold–!
sword swings…
sings out 
to strike– 
just air…

You hunt a thing 
you know is there… 
deep-descending 
to its lair… 
Moving canny, 
grip the thread 
that guides you out 
if you’re not dead… 

a distant hostile 
rumbling 
and cries of woe, 
and grumbling 
of monster 
finding frightened meat… 

The Beast would rather 
waving wheat, 
and basking in 
the radiant heat 
of white ground 
tossing back the sun… 

But that is not how this is done… 

This labyrinth
pleases no one here, 
it twists with pain, 
it reeks of fear, 
and no one, 
so it would appear, 
does what he will… 

But– 
there’s this Destiny 
to fulfill… 

No need to say, it won’t end well

Thank you…

..to everyone who is visiting, viewing and liking my new blog here on WordPress! It is always a bit of a thrill to see places light up on the map and know that my words and ideas are traveling the globe. I have been enjoying visiting your blogs, too: Kindred spirits are everywhere, whether of the close sibling or distant cousin variety.

Since a flight across Europe ~17 years ago, as an American sitting beside a Libyan man and enjoying a cordial conversation with him, it has been clear to me that while our politicians and ‘leaders’ are duking it out in their various ideological arenas, we, the so-called ‘ordinary’ people, are not so contentious. We are mothers and fathers, we are daughters and sons. We have siblings we squabble with, but we mostly are simply trying to live our lives, and interact in peaceful, wholesome ways with other people, and we want our lives to be meaningful, even if only to ourselves. We are connected by the commonality of loving our families, and understanding that other people, different people, also love their families.

Sure, there are those that fill the news reports with their meanness, their bigotry, their noise, their fear dressed up as anger and resistance and violence… but most of us are just engaged in doing what we need to do for our families to thrive. For this, we also need our communities to thrive. And the more there are of us, the more we need civilization to thrive.

We, the ‘ordinary’ people, are more civilized-minded than tribal, by which I mean to say, we have our families, our clans, our tribes, but also acknowledge and even celebrate the rest that make up our whole community. We thrive together, we know, only through tolerance of difference, at the least. We don’t think, “It’s our tribe vs their tribe,” except at sports events. We squabble, but we make peace with our neighbors, because that is what is required of civilized people.

Most of us will help another person in distress, as most of us will, seeing a tortoise on its back, flip it over and smile to watch it trundle off into the world. Civilization, after all, can be measured by the way we regard the suffering of others.

There are still those who believe in their core, deep below the level of conscious awareness and critical thinking, that to join the civil community is to lose all the values and defining qualities of their own particular tribe, to be obliterated, to vanish from the world. To them, compromise is defeat. These people will never stop fighting for what they perceive as their survival as long as they are invested in the notion that they can win. It is only when warring factions come to the realization that they can’t win, that they come to negotiate in good faith, and will compromise. When they do, they will discover, very likely to their amazement, that compromise is the ultimately the only way to win: Only through civilization can all tribes find a safe place to thrive.

“Clear!”

“CLEAR!”

I want my heart to move,to stir–
to be touched
into excitement,
to pangs of poignancy…
I want the world
to thrill me, charm me,
make me laugh,
delight me,
inspire me to dance,
to sing aloud,
to share and give
from my own open heart…
and reach out,
touching other hearts
grown stiff and cold,
to bring them back
to life,to light–
where all our hearts began.

CL Redding 2003