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Now originating at “1moreonce.blogspot.com,” otherwise known as “AnimalBeat II,” my posts also appear under “blog” on the website of the Animal Protection League of NJ (www.aplnj.org) – where it all began in December 2016. Then, about a “blogger’s dozen” posts appeared exclusively on the APL site, thanks to incalculable technical assistance from Angi Metler, executive director, whose myriad skills include being an IT whiz.
(You can access those
initial posts by clicking on “our previous blog” at the bottom of the
right-side column of any post.)
After that, largely to ease the burden on Metler, I kept
going on AnimalBeat II, a continuation of a years-ago blog of mine. “Same
content, different station,” I wrote then, although this blog remains on APL’s site too. With Metler’s continuing assistance, readers’ comments
on posts are easily done via a transfer to “1moreonce” for those who subscribe
or read the blog on APL’s site. And she
recently made it possible to print out posts too.
Now, onward, with animal news to share, as well as a stunning
poem.
First of all, close to home, please note the new
identifying number for Senator Linda
Greenstein’s animal shelter bill, carried over from the
last legislative session: S725. More on
this bill soon.
“Elephants Are Very Scared of
Bees. That Could Save Their Lives.” Talk about attention-grabbing headlines. The
story here is that bees can be used as buzzing deterrents, to keep African
elephants from foraging in farm land and prompting (possibly fatal) retaliation
by farmers. Plus, setting up bee hives
is cheaper than electric fences.
Bad enough to see lobsters in
restaurant tanks before being selected for someone’s dinner – it’s worse to
imagine their being plunged alive into boiling water. Apparently there’s been
doubt that these crustaceans are capable of feeling pain, but the Swiss have
considered the issue, decided lobsters do indeed feel pain, and ordered an end
to the practice.
Scientists against this decision say lobsters “lack the
brain anatomy to feel pain.” But for
now, the Swiss government advocates electrocution as a quicker, more humane means
of death. (Oh, yes, they’ll still eat
the lobsters.)
Candlelight
by Tony Hoagland
Crossing the porch in the hazy dusk
to worship the moon rising
like a yellow filling-station sign
on the black horizon,
you feel the faint grit
of ants beneath your shoes,
but keep on walking
because in this world
of ants beneath your shoes,
but keep on walking
because in this world
you have to decide what
you’re willing to kill.
Saving your marriage might mean
dinner for two
you’re willing to kill.
Saving your marriage might mean
dinner for two
by candlelight on steak
raised on pasture
chopped out of rain forest
whose absence might mean
raised on pasture
chopped out of rain forest
whose absence might mean
an atmospheric thinness
fifty years from now
above the vulnerable head
of your bald grandson on vacation
fifty years from now
above the vulnerable head
of your bald grandson on vacation
as the cells of his scalp
sautéed by solar radiation
break down like suspects
under questioning.
sautéed by solar radiation
break down like suspects
under questioning.
Still you slice
the sirloin into pieces
and feed each other
on silver forks
the sirloin into pieces
and feed each other
on silver forks
under the approving gaze
of a waiter
whose purchased attention
and French name
of a waiter
whose purchased attention
and French name
are a kind of candlelight
themselves,
while in the background
the fingertips of the pianist
float over the tusks
while in the background
the fingertips of the pianist
float over the tusks
of the slaughtered elephant
without a care,
as if the elephant
had granted its permission.
without a care,
as if the elephant
had granted its permission.
(from Donkey Gospel,© Graywolf Press, 1998)
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You're right. That was a stunning poem.
ReplyDeleteso glad you read and liked and commented! thanks very much.
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