Evil medieval rabbits
What cunicular Hell? You may well ask,
lurks in the margins of otherwise coherent
medieval documents and it's not apparent,
to twenty-first century eyes, quite why
the bunny-eared crew should freak out so
completely. When leporines attack!
Do peasants stumble back: their former
food and fur supply rotating on the spot
and reaching out for weapons. The world turned upside down
is pretty much the message here these 'drolleries’
or ‘grotesques' as codicology explains
are symbols for our base biology.
Characters of cowardice and innocence; helpless,
and sexual. However, let's be clear
there can be nothing evil here
because rabbits don't do evil
(even when they eat their young). There is no evil
to preying on the leaves of grass
and even though medieval sex talk
has the wolves jumping on rabbits:
there was no fall there either. Animals
get on with it and don't reflect
on whether they are good or bad
or saved or damned. Those thoughts belong
in only the human version
of the story and even when the fox dines
there is no misbehaviour there.
That way of seeing's purely our perversion.
Reference material and some words taken from: Why Are There Violent Rabbits In The Margins Of Medieval Manuscripts?
2018-04-01
2018-03-31
NaPoWriMo - 2018 - Day minus one - To begin at the beginning
To begin at the beginning
There must have been a creator, or possibly not
we do not know. The creation of universes
is not a thing we've seen. No-one rehearses
that moment of becoming. No-one has got
any cosmic remote control to wind
back to the start of time and watch again
and again. We have no frame in which to frame
such ultimate questions. The start of time
is far outside our scope... and yet there's blokes
(of any gender) even as we speak
who peer into their telescopes or screens
and with imagination, maths and hope
they make that leap. They read the antique light,
and say they see just how it must have been.
There must have been a creator, or possibly not
we do not know. The creation of universes
is not a thing we've seen. No-one rehearses
that moment of becoming. No-one has got
any cosmic remote control to wind
back to the start of time and watch again
and again. We have no frame in which to frame
such ultimate questions. The start of time
is far outside our scope... and yet there's blokes
(of any gender) even as we speak
who peer into their telescopes or screens
and with imagination, maths and hope
they make that leap. They read the antique light,
and say they see just how it must have been.
2018-03-29
NaPoWriMo 2018 Remix
It's nearly that time again: NaPoWriMo — National Poetry Writing Month.
This year again I think I'll do it naked — by which I mean I'll post the poems here, unedited, as I turn them out.
As previously: Expect a poem for each day, not always on the day in question, I do have a life and it would be unrealistic not to allow a little give and take, but expect 30 brand new poems in roughly the next 30 days.
I seem to have joined rather more groups devoted to this that usual. Hopefully this will mean a wide variety of prompts; I hope it doesn't mean I lose track of half the places where I have promised to post things...
In the meantime that is last year's pencil, I must get a nice sharp new one...
This year again I think I'll do it naked — by which I mean I'll post the poems here, unedited, as I turn them out.
As previously: Expect a poem for each day, not always on the day in question, I do have a life and it would be unrealistic not to allow a little give and take, but expect 30 brand new poems in roughly the next 30 days.
I seem to have joined rather more groups devoted to this that usual. Hopefully this will mean a wide variety of prompts; I hope it doesn't mean I lose track of half the places where I have promised to post things...
In the meantime that is last year's pencil, I must get a nice sharp new one...
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