On Mar 7, 11:01 am, tg
earthlink.net> wrote:> On Mar 7, 10:52 am, Ed
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>>> On Mar 6, 7:52 pm, tg
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>>> On Mar 6, 5:16 pm, ta
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>>>> Just one of countless examples of modern humans' indifference toward/
>>>> contempt for the natural world . . . in a nutshell, hubris.
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>>>> "Isenhour charged with killing noisy bird during video shoot
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>>>> ORLANDO, Fla. -- PGA Tour golfer Tripp Isenhour was charged with
>>>> killing a hawk on purpose with a golf shot because it was making noise
>>>> as he videotaped a TV show.
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>>>> Isenhour was with a film crew for "Shoot Like A Pro" on Dec. 12 at the
>>>> Grand Cypress Golf course. The 39-year-old golfer, whose real name is
>>>> John Henry Isenhour III, was charged Monday with cruelty to animals
>>>> and killing a migratory bird."
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>>>> "Hurt Hawks
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>>>> I
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>>>> The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
>>>> The wing trails like a banner in defeat,
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>>>> No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
>>>> And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
>>>> Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without
>>>> talons.
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>>>> He stands under the oak-bush and waits
>>>> The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
>>>> And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.
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>>>> He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
>>>> The curs of the day come and torment him
>>>> At distance, no one but death the redeemer will humble that head,
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>>>> The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes.
>>>> The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those
>>>> That ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.
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>>>> You do not know him, you communal people, or you have forgotten him;
>>>> Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him;
>>>> Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.
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>>>> II
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>>>> I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk;
>>>> but the great redtail
>>>> Had nothing left but unable misery
>>>> From the bone too shattered for mending, the wing that trailed under
>>>> his talons when he moved.
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>>>> We had fed him six weeks, I gave him freedom,
>>>> He wandered over the foreland hill and returned in the evening, asking
>>>> for death,
>>>> Not like a beggar, still eyed with the old
>>>> Implacable arrogance.
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>>>> I gave him the lead gift in the twilight.
>>>> What fell was relaxed, Owl-downy, soft feminine feathers; but what
>>>> Soared: the fierce rush: the night-herons by the flooded river cried
>>>> fear at its rising
>>>> Before it was quite unsheathed from reality."
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>>>> Robinson Jeffers
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>>> I find that I am comfortable in the woods, where hawks have big tails,
>>> and fly slowly (in the hawk world), under control between the trees.
>>> In the mountains, I understand that the wind (called "the hawk" in
>>> some US Black local jargon) is the final arbiter of life and death,
>>> like the lead gift of the poet. I am only afraid that I will not make
>>> it back to that place where mercy is uncompromisingly sure. This year
>>> a few people have died because they didn't understand that the flip
>>> side of mercy is dealing with lack of respect.
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>>> You would think that the difference between the two sides isn't much,
>>> but the journey that sets them apart is long and hard.
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>> I agree about the hubris, I just don't think it's modern.
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>> When man turned from hunter/gatherer to agronomist and builder, that's
>> when the hubris arose. From living *in* nature to living "on"
>> nature. In modern times we just have more efficient tools, but the
>> hubris is the same.
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> Of course Ed.
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> I was being maudlin and mystical but I was also thinking about people
> with GPS systems getting lost and needing rescue, or taking winter
> hikes without a compass but with a cellphone. It used to be that at
> least some activities required the hubris to be set aside for a while,
> and that was a way to get back to 'human nature'. No more it seems.
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> -tg
Unfortunately, civilization is addictive.
