{"id":22124,"date":"2012-07-16T20:13:45","date_gmt":"2012-07-17T00:13:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/static\/?p=22124"},"modified":"2012-07-16T20:24:39","modified_gmt":"2012-07-17T00:24:39","slug":"fox","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2012\/fox\/","title":{"rendered":"Fox"},"content":{"rendered":"

(For Gay Bradshaw<\/a>)<\/p>\n

\"\"
\n(With thanks to Eric B\u00e9gin<\/span><\/a>)<\/span><\/p>\n

.<\/span>
\nCalvin Luther Martin\u2028\u2028, PhD (Summer 1993)<\/p>\n

What did the fox pup cry as it was struck by the motorist in the \u2028night? \u00a0And did the driver of that machinery of convenience think to\u2028 stop, kneel and watch the green fire go out of its eyes, I wonder?<\/p>\n

Where do the fires of wildness go, and might they ever enter our \u2028calculations of necessity?<\/p>\n

Questions we seem loath to answer.<\/p>\n

Death in this manner is unavoidable in this murderous place. \u00a0This is\u2028 the horror: the pitiless logic of atrocious acts. \u00a0Evil is most\u2028 monstrous when most banal—when they say it cannot be helped. \u00a0What\u2028 kind of dream is this civilization that makes us think so? \u00a0Is man no\u2028 longer sapient?<\/p>\n

The cry it gave in death I imagine was but a universal plea for\u2028 comfort. \u00a0Surely our kind can will the mind into that fuller realm of\u2028 compassion embracing both earth and our uncomprehended selves.<\/p>\n

I \u2028learned this when I heard, I swear it, the voice of fox come round\u2028 again that morning. \u00a0When I heard “We must stop,” quietly, decisively,\u2028 from the physician who says children most resemble animals. \u2028 And we did.<\/p>\n

I watched her lift the limp smashed body from off the burning road to \u2028lay it by the river. \u00a0There singing, she did, of beauty and trotting \u2028and sniffing for mice and moles. \u00a0There to ask the keeper of foxes to \u2028rekindle the fire in yet another furnace of fox persuasion. \u00a0There to \u2028leave tobacco with a softly furred trotter whose keeper I too must \u2028surely be.<\/p>\n

Ceremony of infinite innocence. “I can be a frog or a fox \u2028and still be a person,” someone who knew creation’s etiquette once \u2028said. \u2028 So obvious, so unavoidable.<\/p>\n

Compassion. \u00a0Surely this is what the earth seeks most in us, the\u2028 very thing we crave ourselves.<\/p>\n

Somewhere in man’s primordial darkness \u2028away beyond intelligent grasp the shapeshifter arises consoled, \u2028requickened by the voice of the truly great physician.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(For Gay Bradshaw) (With thanks to Eric B\u00e9gin) . Calvin Luther Martin\u2028\u2028, PhD (Summer 1993) What did the fox pup cry as it was struck by the motorist in the \u2028night? \u00a0And did the driver of that machinery of convenience think to\u2028 stop, kneel and watch the green fire go out of its eyes, I wonder? Where do the fires of wildness go, and might they ever enter our \u2028calculations of necessity? Questions we seem loath to answer. Death in this manner is unavoidable in this murderous place. \u00a0This is\u2028 the horror: the pitiless logic of atrocious acts. \u00a0Evil is most\u2028 monstrous when most banal—when they say it cannot be helped. \u00a0What\u2028 kind of dream is this civilization that makes us think so? \u00a0Is man no\u2028 longer sapient? The cry it gave in death I imagine was but a universal plea for\u2028 comfort. \u00a0Surely our kind can will the mind into that fuller realm of\u2028 compassion embracing both earth and our uncomprehended selves. I \u2028learned this when I heard, I swear it, the voice of fox come round\u2028 again that morning. \u00a0When I heard “We must stop,” quietly, decisively,\u2028 from the physician who says children most resemble animals. \u2028 And we did. I watched her lift the limp smashed body from off the burning road to \u2028lay it by the river. \u00a0There singing, she did, of beauty and trotting \u2028and sniffing for mice and moles. \u00a0There to ask the keeper of foxes to \u2028rekindle the fire in yet another furnace of fox persuasion. \u00a0There to \u2028leave tobacco with a softly furred trotter whose keeper I too must \u2028surely be. Ceremony of infinite innocence. “I can be a frog or a fox \u2028and still be a person,” someone who knew creation’s etiquette once \u2028said. \u2028 So obvious, so unavoidable. Compassion. \u00a0SurelyRead More…<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[157,175,16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22124"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22124"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22124\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22124"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22124"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}