8 Replies to “The Quickening”

  1. Two things: I love the way this little poem revises itself as it goes along. And I feel acutely–whenever cave art is mentioned–what they (our forebears) knew and we don’t.

  2. Perhaps the second thing Teju says is the reason behind the first…

    You are in qarrtsiluni “Ekphrasis” mode, Dave, only you have involved a great chasm of time.

  3. “It begins to dance”…..I like an ending that is a beginning. And I also like buffalo flesh. About a half mile from here is a butcher shop that among other fleshly delights sells buffalo meat. Natural, organic and all that stuff. All this buffalo talk is making me hungry!

  4. Fred – You really do live in a meat-lover’s paradise, don’t you? (Though having just made venison burgers for dinner, I have to admit I don’t have it too bad, either.)

    michelle – Thanks! And thanks for stopping by.

  5. I enjoyed this poem, having come across the site by accident. When I saw this image in the film “Cave of Forgotten Dreams,” it reminded me of hearing anthropologist Raymond Dart speak of how important the color red was for humans in this time period–they had a real visual hunger for it, and travelled long and dug deep to obtain the mineral for the color.

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