Red Tailed Hawk / Black Crowned Heron

Question: What makes a red tail hawk a star?Answer: Who has not watched the hawks on an afternoon in Texas skimming tree tops begin to circle higher and higher, spiral up while you are squinting as they disappear just like stars in the day?  Hawks are a kind of day star. Next Question: What makes a marigold a sun?
Three closeups of hawk at Blake's Wilderness.
Also, a ceramic at Eagle in Birdbath.

Rex

Messenger

Final firing here

Tsunami

Last of Winter Revised

Raven

I found this bird while glazing, have wanted a raven for a long time. Cobalt oxide.

Storm! Man Overboard!

Fall of the Egyptian Zodiac

Horn blown against serpent

Serpent

 

MONSTER OUROBOROS SLAIN!

NATIONS IN TURMOIL. 

WHAT WILL THEY DO WITHOUT THE WORM?

As the constellations of this zodiac  progress, the promise of the horn  blown against the serpent Ouroboros is fulfilled in the upraised arms of the Warrior Deliverer. What this promise is we know when the top of the vessel is removed, a romantic adventure preceded by suffering and death, like matriculation at a university of epic size where you don’t know anyone and the registrar tells you you have 39 hours of class and people are shouting in Egyptian about the politics of the past. Denial even in death.

This zodiac no longer exists. That is not say it is outdated or prehistoric, which it at first looks. It no longer exists because it blew up, top and bottom, and the sides were left pitted and smoked. It was put to biscuit with another piece, the figure Foresight, which however survived, probably because it had neither top nor bottom. The irony of this happening during the heavily touted  Egyptian revolution suggests a moral decline of democracy.Initially the photos of Zodiac were posted with this statement:

"This zodiac presents constellations in the promise of a horn blown against the serpent [tyrannt] Ouroboros , fulfilled in the upraised arms of the Warrior Deliverer. Now Remove the top!

Dialogue: Nman:   You'se can't kill space and time!
Warrior:   Oh yeah? Prove it!"

Making Democracy

 on Saturday, February 5, 2011 at 12:48pm

 

The top blew off.  The overthrow of false authority sets itself up as a right. Later,  it got removed. Put to biscuit kindle an hour, inadvertently l the controls were left on high from the previous fire. The manager did not return for an hour. Turning on the fan to clear the smell (and smoke), which probably made more thermal shock, in another hour there was a  crack. Zodiac exploded all over the kiln. That was the end of democracy.

Upraised arms

It also exploded the bottom, but the walls stood. The metaphor appeals. Sides standing, top and bottom gone, the moisture trapped by the lid  blew out both ends. The other piece in there, Foresight, was open in its center and withstood the blast, but its porcelain face smoked terribly and pitted from the shrapnel. Is that an allegory to see things coming?  Another lesson, blow off the top and the bottom goes with it, but the walIs, history stands? Is carbon bisc the same as making democracy? It has interesting discolorations, here and there a fine powdery dust over all its surface. 

Shall we say that Foresight before the explosion was inexperienced? Foresight needs to get out of the way? Sometimes the situation is too hot to handle. Self doubt is the last thing it needs. When all the crowds are going another way it is easy to doubt. Prophets who come to mind seem sure enough, but we do not see inside. For the ordinary, go back to how to protect a family. For this, foresight is required, but there is a requirement to act on foresight, that is what the life of a father is about, acting on foresight, which you may say of the elders of Egypt, even if their faces get singed. If the top is exploded the bottom may go. That of course leaves us worse off than when we started. That the walls are still standing is something but the vessel will not hold anything. And who knows how long they stand? Do not turn up the fire too high. Paradoxically, the constellations on these walls yet exist. If the constellations are space and time, and the worm eating itself  a figure of continuity, the tyranny of life, death and creation continue. Do you count the loss of top and bottom to this universe further creation?

Foresight and Zodiac

End note: After, Foresight was rebisqued properly. All the imperfections of the explosion fell away. No pits, no marks, pristine porcelain surface! There is a fire that purifies like Ophir, "when he has tried me I shall come forth as fine gold." 

Democracy on Saturday, February 5, 2011 at 12:48pm at the Fall of the Egypt. Its Zodiac II

Foresight

. Horn blown against serpent

Serpent Ouroboros

The Egyptian Revolution 2011 has a huge background but in the kiln it is a Zodiac destroyed.

 All in fun, I said, when this Zodiac was raw clay, that it prefigured the "MONSTER OUROBOROS SLAIN!  NATIONS IN TURMOIL, because the figures around its circumference, thinking of Egypt, portrayed "constellations in the promise of a horn blown against the serpent Ouroboros fulfilled in the upraised arms of the Warrior Deliverer.

Upraised arms

This promise we know. "Remove the top!"  I said, then added, dialogue:

"Nman:   Youse can't kill space and time, Warrior.
The reply:  Oh yeah? Prove it!"

I got this "proof" when Zodiac went to biscuit three days later.  The top blew off. Ha, ha.  I had the controls on high from the previous fire and didn't reset for the kindle. Just before the end I realized and turned it off, then turned the fan on to clear the smell and smoke, probably increasing thermal shock. Another hour and from the kiln and crack came a distinct pomp! Lifting the lid I saw  the top of Zodiac exploded all over the kiln. It also exploded the bottom, but the walls stood.

The metaphor appeals. Sides standing, but the top and bottom gone?  The moisture trapped by the lid  blew out both ends. The other piece in there, Foresight, was open in its center and withstood the blast, but it's porcelain face was smoked terribly and pitted from the shrapnel. Suppose that this is an allegory to see these things coming?  If you blow out the top (government) then the bottom goes (people). But the walls, historical controls, stands. Don't know if this carbon biscuit is the same as making democracy. It has interesting discolorations though. There is a fine powdery dust over all its surface. Last year other experiments with raw oxides had made me get a biscuit kiln in the first place, since nobody would bisc them. That time too much cobalt oxide ran off a leg in the second fire and fused the kiln shelf.

Lessons

This was Foresight before the explosion. he was Inexperienced shall we say?

Foresight needs experience to get out of its own way. 

Sometimes the situation is too hot to handle.

Sometimes it won't be believed? 

Self doubt is the last thing it needs. When all the crowds are going the other way it is easy to doubt. The prophets seem sure enough, but we do not see inside.

For the ordinary person these things go back to how to protect a family. Foresight is required, but there is a requirement to act on foresight. That is what the life of a father is about, acting on foresight. The elders of Egypt, even if their faces get singed, must act on foresight. It is an interesting speculation that if the top is exploded the bottom may go. That leaves us worse off than when we started if the king or head of state is the top and the people are the grassroots at the bottom. Both are lost to the force of explosion. The walls are still standing but the vessel won't hold anything. And who knows how long they stand? Do not turn up the fire too high. Paradoxically, the constellations on the walls of this vessel still exist.I'm going to put on a new top and a new bottom! [This effort failed.] Perhaps the walls are history. If the constellations on those walls are space and time where the worm Ouroboros is eating itself, a figure of continuity, and the forces opposed to  justice, tyrannies of life, death and creation yet continue, then the loss of top and bottom  make further creation, but of the same kind.

End note: After all this Foresight was rebisqued properly, but not Zodiac. As if by fire, all its imperfections of the explosion fell away. Burn Us Up! No pits, no marks, only pristine porcelain surfaces! We may conclude from this that there is a fire that purifies, like Ophir, "when he has tried me I shall come forth as fine gold, the gold of Ophir." Let this fire fall on Egypt too.

Fall of the Egyptian Zodiac

Foresight and Zodiac Before

MONSTER OUROBOROS SLAIN!

NATIONS IN TURMOIL. 

WHAT WILL THEY DO WITHOUT THE WORM?

As the constellations of this zodiac  progress, the promise of the horn  blown against the serpent Ouroboros is fulfilled in the upraised arms of the Warrior Deliverer. What this promise is we know when the top of the vessel is removed, a romantic adventure preceded by suffering and death, like matriculation at a university of epic size where you don’t know anyone and the registrar tells you you have 39 hours of class and people are shouting in Egyptian about the politics of the past. Denial even in death.

This zodiac no longer exists. That is not say it is outdated or prehistoric, which it at first looks. It no longer exists because it blew up, top and bottom, and the sides were left pitted and smoked. It was put to biscuit with another piece, the figure Foresight, which however survived, probably because it had neither top nor bottom. The irony of this happening during the heavily touted  Egyptian revolution suggests a moral decline of democracy.Initially the photos of Zodiac were posted with this statement:

"This zodiac presents constellations in the promise of a horn blown against the serpent [tyrannt] Ouroboros , fulfilled in the upraised arms of the Warrior Deliverer. Now Remove the top!

Dialogue: Nman:   You'se can't kill space and time!
Warrior:   Oh yeah? Prove it!"

The top blew off.  The overthrow of false authority sets itself up as a right. Later,  it got removed. Put to biscuit kindle an hour, inadvertently l the controls were left on high from the previous fire. The manager did not return for an hour. Turning on the fan to clear the smell (and smoke), which probably made more thermal shock, in another hour there was a  crack. Zodiac exploded all over the kiln. That was the end of democracy.

Making Democracy

 on Saturday, February 5, 2011 at 12:48pm

 If the constellations are space and time, and the worm eating itself  a figure of continuity, the tyranny of life, death and creation continue. Do you count the loss of top and bottom to this universe further creation?

Icon

Footprints

Tree

Jar

Cups

Badger Burrow

There is much to say of badger in a vortex diminishing into Concord of the opposing vortex, the apex of each in the middle of the other's [b]ase, which is Yeats' Vision, but Joyce says it is, one world burrowing on another  (Boldereff, 75). To me Kafka's Burrow is not ambiguous at all and it attains all that feels sentient, far beyond the glyphs of Butler-Jouyece. If you read these beings you no longer need follow convention, so just let your solecisms ride. Not speaking of the underworld is the chief pursuit of all writing. Beings attracted to rock piles  collect them in memory, smoother than basketballs, river rock with berms of silt, gold traces. Sometimes badger browses below rosemary in the hill, but dreams to build up trail with cliff sheep, faint but real. Not hawk, dog, cat - badger builds entrances, exits at Texas Canyon, Enchanted Rock, Old Sarum, caer Cromlech. Berm burrows fort all  kinds of sleep. Badger day labors the night burrow. Mouse, Rat, day, night, sleep confine the other. Dream a burrow, no matter bairn, occupant meditation runs deep. Still Waters! Not that hawks brood tree lines to prevent cat sleep. Sleep is a trail below trees in the rock veined cairns. Yale prof Robert Shiller says Animal Spirits are a forecasting tool, that irrationality leads to wealth. Yellow Rattler, rich in irreason, what are your irreasons? Animal spirits know 1) the reality of hunger 2) laying low.  Love the sun, love night! Sleep! So Bunyan says "poor silly Mole, that thou should'st love to be, / Where thou, nor Sun, nor Moon, nor Stars can see." Pobrecito. Bunyan's tortoises are dug when raptors come down on wires and trees. He takes a white wicker chair out under the garden oak where women bathe in the afternoon red bud and almond blooms. Smoother than basketballs, berm beings collect in memory. Badger drowses below the hill: "I want to be a groundhog or rat, maybe a wolverine, badger or fox, feel the earth house like walls of flesh. In comfort to meditate, store nuts, build a house with exists, sharpen faculties, feel  bairn, build berms out of dirt and stone,  love a wheel barrow. Porcupines are naive as they can be. It is a form of meditation in the Dogen's Extensive Record discovered when I first searched the phrase  "the bright extensive will," which says "one who has gone beyond learning and is free from effort" gains "the opportunity of human form"..."emptied in an instant, vanished in a flash."  Those cannot be understood by discriminative thinking or the practice of supernatural power who seek  the dignified conduct beyond seeing and hearing" (Universally Recommended Instructions for Zazen). To this add nothing and everything believe according to the truth. Take, receive, impart, do and reflect on doing and speaking as the sound of the gong we raise compassion over all beings in distress.

This all has to do with the meaning of sleep. The badger works hard all day. Sleep is not confined to one or the other. Dreams come together in the work.

Lily I, II

A piece of string for Lily: We sent to the Kurds of Iraq to dig water wells, to Haiti, to Afganistan that very cold winter for tents and flew Jews to Israel from Russia. Aunt libby used to bless us this way. So while these things weigh in the balance you know it is to bless so this is sent with that and no other string attached. With love, D

Two Views

 "Jews are generally buried in a very simple way, however. We are buried in a plain wood casket/coffin with no metal fittings; our bodies are not embalmed, so that they may return swiftly to the earth.
When a Jewish person dies, a group of people within the Jewish community called the chevre kadisha (which simply means "holy society") prepares the body for burial. The persons who do the preparation are the same gender as the deceased. The body is undressed, covered with a sheet to maintain the person's modesty even in death, and washed. After washing, the body is dressed in simple white garments - loose top and drawstring pants of cotton; alternatively, a shroud may be used. The body is then placed in the casket/coffin. The head and face are also covered. If the deceased owned a prayer shawl, it is rendered no longer kosher by cutting off one corner with its fringes, and is placed in the coffin with the deceased. Any items that the family might wish to include are also placed in the coffin, and it is closed. The coffin always has holes drilled in it, so that the body may come in contact with the earth; some Jews choose to dispense with the coffin entirely.

In the time between the death and burial, the body is NEVER left alone. The body is ritually guarded by shomerim - guards or "keepers." The shomerim are not allowed to eat, drink, or perform any commandment in the presence of the deceased; it is considered to be mocking the dead, as a dead person no longer has the privilege of doing these things.

Jewish funerals are always "closed-casket." We do not believe in remembering the person as a dead body, but rather in remembering them as the living person that they were. Funerals are held within 24 hours of death if at all possible, unless that would place the funeral on the sabbath; in that case, they are held as soon after the sabbath as is practical.

We do not use flowers at our funerals; we believe that flowers are for joyous occasions, and when we lose someone dear to us, we are not joyful.

There used to be occasions when a Jew was not buried in a Jewish cemetery because they had committed suicide; this was before suicide was understood as a mental imbalance, and I haven't heard of it actually occurring in a LONG time. Jews are buried face-up, like anyone else, no matter where they are buried." http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080110051127AAN8E8M

Tortoise Carrying Pot

 

Tortoise Carrying Pot

The idea of Ko, "as the Shwo Wan explains it," is "of now walking, now halting, as the tortoise, traveling at ease in the untroubled mind," the essence of Kwang- tzu Tao, where "the largest and smallest creatures do not pass judgment on one another but equally find their happiness."(Legge, Chuang Tzu, Dover I, 128)

In the original Tortoise Carrying Pot of raw clay there are blues of cobalt carbonate and oxide, rutile, a green, nickel carbonate and yellow iron oxide. None of them will fire as such. The pink and blacks will be blue. When I brought it home I couldn't touch it when unveiled that morning. What use is the potter? I had rolled out B mix, laminated with Jamaica and the last found clays of that bag, took it down to 1/4 inch, laid it on a board, sifted on the oxides, pounded in the acanthus woodcut, pressed a cedar shim in ledges, rolled it up round a plastic tube, picked it up, set it on end and let it dry a little. Too soon I took off the tube to pack newspaper inside. The whole thing collapsed in a sheet. Using my chest, hands (I had rolled the papers up in a big ball) I stuffed the newspapers inside, picked it up and bounced it on the board, because otherwise it wouldn't sit up (La Primavera, the first of this series, fell in the firing). When I saw the tortoise I got a chill. 

Tortoise Carrying Pot

Comments: "I heard that in Ch'u there is a sacred tortoise which has been dead now some three thousand years and that the prince keeps this tortoise carefully enclosed in a chest on the altar of his ancestral temple." Chuang Tzu

I have given my tortoise an honored grave. Tracy, got her name from Hank, the Indian agent neighbor across the street who died and it was left to me to adopt Tracy and her mate Oscar or they'd be lost. Hank named her, wrote her name on her shell with his phone number, as he did for Oscar, the half as big male he got from the side of the road outside Nogales about 1950. They are centenarians. Tracy is not a member of the family in the sense that she comes in with the dogs, but every time we see her is an occasion for rejoicing, the way she stands, sits, walks, lifts a leg, her head. She has carved out a permanent domicile under some big logs that border a cement slab, dug way down under. The logs are bermed up on the other side, also there are sand bags and the whole is elevated so the flood cannot intrude. The life story of Tracy and Oscar is retold each August when he mounts her in the garden, very fierce little guy, and independent, he has many homes and comes out later in the season than she. We have had their offspring for a decade. The babies are hard to spot. Sometimes there are a dozen. When our Blessing chow was young she would pick them up and bring them to me gently in the yard. So I'm saying that to celebrate the tortoise is something longed for.

"But the Cherubim represent animal creation as well as man; therefore the animal creation will also be redeemed with man (G. H. Pember, Animals, 32): "It is not therefore strange that, in describing the great redemption scene at the close of this age, John should say, "and every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea and all that are in them, heard them saying, "Blessing, and honor, and glory, and power, be unto Him that sits upon the Throne, and unto the Lamb, for ever and ever" 36.

Perhaps this is like the jeweled tortoise of the Emperor. I did eight of these because I could melt glass on the shell,  advertised that the Shemer wanted them for their gardens, 50 of them! but not. I did trade one to another vendor for a rusted  metal pig he was selling. I gave him the tortoise and he insisted I take the pig in exchange. A daughter traded for that pig  to hang on her front porch where it still hangs, the tortoise that became a pig.

Chuang Tzu

If you love Basho and outlaw bushido monks you love Chuang Tzu, who has his own story here, for his regard for tortoise, mugwort and yarrow here.

Yet shimmying sieves vast on cobalt roil audibly driven

"Yet shimmying sieves vast on cobalt roil audibly driven —but uncontrolled where the cobalt is uncontrolled also but quiet. But the cobalt is their condition? ...the huge whirlabout has feathery entrails emerging from their bending poles daggling the cobalt by a leaping speechless hartebeest ...the hartebeest wandering, the vast shimmying fractionation is heard from the cobalt...the fractionators grind the delicate cobalt future once. How can it (what) be the same as sound? ...paired in the condition of the quiet cobalt attacked by blasting motion, they’re hearing it." Leslie Scalapino, Floats Horse-floats or Horse-flows, Chapter 1, Becomes Floats.  PennSound, February 14, 2010

Pleistocene Horse

Bear is the piano, Mountain the pianist, Wilderness the composer.

Genghis Khan’s horse is 60 miles long

What is a horse, the universe will dispute. His sons will tell him what is a horse. It is different from what he said was a horse. They point that out, affirm and deny horsing around. That's it. "Separation led to completion, then ensued dissolution" (184). He says let us give up this devotion to our own views and adopt the "ordinary," meaning the simple use of things. Then stop (184). The ordinary is so arcane it can't be found among the immortals. Immortality, sageness, the superior man are all synomyms for idiot. We give everything to restore the commonplace world.

Note from Pleistocene horse: He wants to stand "in the center where he can respond without end to the changing views" of the affirming and denying (Legge, Chuang Tzu, 183). He resolves it with the joke, his horse. What is a horse? His son will tell him what is a horse. It is different from what he said was a horse. They point that out, affirm and deny horse around. My kingdom horse! That they should all be unhorsed. Now comes the horse quote which in the age of sound bites is as a horse:

"By means of a finger (of my own) to illustrate that the finger (of another) is not a finger is not so good a plan as to illustrate that it is not so by means of what is (acknowledged to be) not a finger; and by means of (what I call) a horse to illustrate that (what another calls) a horse is not so, is not so good a plan as to illustrate that it is not a horse, by means of what is (acknowledged to be) not a horse. ( All things in) heaven and earth may be (dealt with as) a finger; (each of) their myriads may be  (dealt with as) a horse. Does a thing seem so to me? (I say that) it is so. Does it seem not so to me? (I say that) it is not so. We used to argue these things on long tennis trips, like the say that said, "Dust Storms May Exist," and austere elements of the periodic table. But it was a joke!

"Separation led to completion, then ensued dissolution" (184). Let us give up devotion to our views and adopt the "ordinary." The ordinary can't be found among the immortals. 

I have not progressed beyond my farm ancestors. Each morning I am at the fields in daylight, and earlier in the barn, tools ready, tending, My fields are historical fences, boundaries, my stock that night’s teaching when I awake. I am a farmer planting, weeding, hoeing, repairing on the family farm that has been around 300 years.

A wonder kammer was  seventeenth-century cabinets filled with preserved animals,  mythic creatures! In 1587, Gabriel Kaltemarckt advised Christian I of Saxony that three types of item were indispensable in forming a "Kunstkammer" or art collection: firstly sculptures and paintings; secondly "curious items from home or abroad"; and thirdly "antlers, horns, claws, feathers and other things belonging to strange and curious animals. So Holy Cow here are some of the sort. Anyway, what won’t go in a wonder kammer?

 

Item: Trojan Horse-Trojan Horse Trojan Horse was let in the city because of its art. This replica was found in old papyrus. It had Greece in the belly.  After a light spray of shino over found clays with B mix laminated, red shino sprayed and waxed, some trigger pulls of clear  penetrated the wax and diffused the orange.

Pony

They trapped them in Iceland

to work the British mines

and pull carts all their lives

 unless they got away

 and made such habitation for

a black horse with flaring nostrils

That was stomping mad.

PONY is really Pit Pony, or Pit Poetry. He spent his life at the bottom of a coal mine. He is the last of his kind. The split on his leg is where it was broken. It healed and it got him back up in the air again. There's no point to a broken pit pony. What can he pull? He has a cousin, Pity, an experimental rabbit who lived in a cage in the basement of the Experimental Science Building. His scientists turned the cage against the wall. 

Pit pony blind in Britain,

got rights in Europe with Ape,

registered to vote in condos

cases were pending in Spain.

Which Kafka's animals understood,

the citizen of Giant Mole

obsessed about it like a dog,

the thing that’s not,

the mole that’s not,

the mind that's not,

the ice foe's not,

dots comprehending

to the end

of pit ponies

deep in this belief

showed Kafka's animals

were men.

 White and red tail lemurs clung

the wall of Solzhenitsyn's cell,

pit gerbils down on the floor below

were shocked to octopeds.

To break the boundaries of all that;s not

these monsters deep at traffic stops

were eating Borges' colonel's coats of fur,

for the eagle spaniels

of Solzhenitsyn's men were animals.

 Detached down in "The Burrow"

electric lights pulsed from their heads.

To give those animals rights we sought

we gave up the ones we did.

We gave and brought the black carp up

the Mississippi Derrida bed,

borrowed safe mine ponies like snails

to pull empires big as whales. 

Note: Once they shot this into space at the Planet Formerly Known as Earth.

Those people doomed to walk with their heads down around the fire in Plato’s cave have counterparts among those who do to nature what is done to us. I mean the pit pony that pulled coal carts in British coal mines is an image of ourselves. They became blind from the darkness.

To borrow our identity from the natural means to reckon that pit pony blind in British coal mines, no matter what century, is an image of ourselves. As Kafka's ape become a man is now considered by the European Court of Human Rights for treatment of the same rights as people, cases pend in Spain and Austria to keep them "from being tortured."
BLACK CARP / SYMBOLIC SNAIL

Empathy for the world is empathy for the burrow. Whatever creature we endanger (salmon, coral reef, shark, prairie dog), what isn't endangered is the star of  El Señor de los Afligidos, the exotic black carp of the Mississippi, Jacques Derrida and the boundaries broken by tiny invasive snails. They sit a dozen to a dime. We preserve the pristine native, to profile and safeguard the indigenous, but surrender ourselves to the exotic right up until there is such "diversity" of the GMO seed and hybrid humans so as to destroy the natural, the way of Walmart. Diversity means monolith. Annihilate one hundred species to invite the one. The way we treat the natural is the way we treat ourselves, techniques used to save it must be used upon ourselves. Folk patterns are all that hold us to the root and stalk that the big blender is waiting to swallow.

Monolith masquerades as diversity. Diversity is its opposite. Likewise paradise is its opposite but made to seem not. Now is not called a paradise. Then is paradise. Now is a wish for paradise, a dream species of it when the thing is all around. This inverted bifocal, an anocular polyopy, down deep looking through the wrong end inverted prevents seeing that we are now in paradise. This is it baby!

Do not call it freedom when you get new siding for your house. Call it what it is, juxtaposing then and now, unless you think you're an unrealized Buddha when you're not, unless Buddha is a robot, a spirit Christian, except your paradise is poison. You live in a paradise that annihilates wilderness. You live in a cocoon-prevented knowing. We were made for danger and we live in paradise. What lacks? An antidote of stars and sea and the forests of meaning.

Comfort is annihilation. Satisfaction, full stomach. Reverse paradise has no edge of bark, pine, grass or predator.  This paradise has violated. Robots in prison! Of course it is not "paradise," the man-made inversion semantics, clothes dryers and dish washers, "frustration" at oil spills, fear of wilderness, trees that hide the darkness reversed so the good is evil, the evil is good. Not understood. In line with the bi-polar there are two Paradises. One destroys wilderness, the source of natural life. This paradise civilization made. It is every effort of power to control and domesticate, every effort to boil down to the most common.

Mortals

Baby Pegasus

Baby Pegasus

The Pegasus islands off the Aleutian coast are home to the Pegasus. For that reason they are called baby Aleutians and in childhood range the Pacific.  Many babies are sighted  at birth before they fly away. Then you can see them. But later their colors reflect the ice and arctic environment, blues, whites, beige, frost colors make them hard to see against the clouds, which is why they are mythological in the first place. Whether there are real such flying horses who can doubt? These are modeled from my years among them. 

 

The babies emerge head first with mane trailing down the back, body submerged in the mother’s. The baby’s wings are furled and it looks as though the mother’s head has disappeared. This confusion of bodies, wings and tails continues to the legs which are fragile, spindly and almost look like the rockers of a rocking horse. The front legs are open and the back legs funnel to a v. The body out of which the baby emerges looks rather like flower by this time, the head of the young sticking up as though emerging. Actually it flies out of the mother on its own just after this stage. The colors are striations of  whites, pales beiges, faded violets, faded maroons, ever pale with a head dress of all white plumage. This is useful for reflections while flying near the sun.  The wings of the mother  are spread even if the baby’s are not so it looks on the whole like it is in process of glide, the legs separated as if  about to race forward.

Of course they are always born as twins, fraternal we should say, or maybe the difference is from the birth order for they are  born some days apart. The Pegasus twin  seems to have heavier feet, less mane and its mouth is open  as if in full cry at being second or because it is born in song, for the horses sing as they fly. This one’s wings are more fully edged in ivory though the usual sky colors have a sense of the painted desert, subtle pastels. The second baby is often born with a face plate, but is less emerged  from the body, which may simply be due to the  different times and  days of maturity. In addition to the face plate it also has a body wrap as if coming undone, thickish but more spectacular  than its brother. Both are male according to custom, but parts of the island where females birth in much the same way are guarded by the adults for whatever reason.

There’s no point in denying that many people think them birds, they have wings after all, and they fly. This stems from a lack of imagination maybe. Among primitives on the islands where they live the Pegasusians are seen more like we would see spaceships. We have only assayed the appearance of the baby. The adults are several times larger than we would think which just adds to the riddle of how they can fly, like some flying boxcar or presidential jet dwarfs the planes around them. To compare them to planes is a good idea and you can imagine the texting produced by seeing one pass as you recline and look out the window. It leaves open the question as to where they are going, but they might ask the same of us. The answer, to Jakarta, is as meaningful as if they were to say to to Andulusia. To understand them better, we fly to real places so called, they fly to mythologicalones. Blame Darwin for this separation of fact from myth, but it has not been so long that myth was  fact in the eyes of the world. Then people lived on the ground in huts, died young, but on the plus side saw the stars and lived in rainstorms. We posit that such a life style produces myth more than ours. Living indoors among city lights produces fact. Facts however are brutes while myth is forgiving and produces wonder. We should send anthropologists back to that age to advise us on its merits. Of course this was done but many went native and never returned. It was speculated they were seen riding the backs of Pegasus past the astonished windows of airbuses.

One thing it shows is how short the age of fact really was, since we, having left it, have entered the new age of make believe. If it seems these three ages  appear in descenant sequence perhaps can only be known in a fourth age yet unknown. Thus the four ages of the Greeks would come full circle and a lot of foolish things in poems bear out in fact and we will end up quoting them. 

Meanwhile the  horses are flying past the airplanes invisibly because the screens are down and nobody is looking out. They think they see ufos and seek contact with alien races and forces but deny the horses. Does that seem awkward or backward?

That they are a flying breed of horse  would not be believed by a race such as ours who at one time did not believe a bird could fly, despite the contary.

The Pegasus islands off the Aleutian coast are home to Pegasus. For that reason they are called baby Aleutians and in childhood range the Pacific. Many babies are sighted  at birth before they fly away. Then you can see them. Later their colors reflect the ice and arctic environment, blues, whites, beige, frost colors make them hard to see against the clouds, which is why they are mythological in the first place. Whether there are real such flying horses who can doubt? These are modeled from my years among them.